Finding a Hat...

Made breakfast with Friedi, but I had (as per usual) gotten a late start. We had to rush a little near the end, and I was a little worried I wasn't going to make the flight. Don't worry, this story has a happy ending, I made it in time, and the plane was 10 minutes late, and I flew to Christchurch in business class!

It had been cold in Auckland, and was cold in Christchurch, so I figured I would need a hat. I never imagined how hard it would be to find a hat like the the one I left at home (at least, I hope that's where it is). I managed to spend at least a few hours walking around town searching in vain for a hat I could buy. Nothing was the style I wanted, they had those turn-up edges or some sort of embroidery (I frickin' hate embroidery on my hats/bags, I'm not generally a fan of being a walking billboard for anything) or both. When I finally did find something that was acceptable, I looked at the composition, and it had possum fur in it. I asked the lady (already knowing the answer), "Do they have to kill the possums to use their fur?" "Yes," she said. Sigh. All of the wool hats in Christchurch have possum in them. Eventually, I reached the breaking point, and settled on an acrylic one. It's kinda funny looking, it's a beanie that that dips down a little so it can cover ears. It wins on the most important thing though: it's warm.

That was a bit of a pain, but I had found an Indian restaurant on the way, and I went there for dinner. It was good, really scratched my Indian food itch. Good. On top of that, the public library has free wireless. Plusgood.