I went to the Cuba Street Carnival in Wellington today. The place was packed with people purchasing all sorts of things they really didn't need, just to feel that they had done their part for city promotion. There were all sorts of stalls with ethnic foods and juice bars.
Two women entertained the crowd with hula-hoops, while other buskers strummed on gutairs, played violins and bet drums rythmicaly. Even the Morris dancers were out in force, prancing about with their sticks and bells (last year one of them kicked a fellow dancer during what they called a fighting dance. The resulting counter kicks gave the specticle a new perspective).
Having the carnival in the middle of town adding to the insane congestions and oneway roads that are making Wellington a crazy ape bonkers palce to drive in. If you wanted to catch the buss it was only a dollar and some people actually walked (shock horror!). Prising petrol heads from their cars can be somewhat of a difficult task at times. I also wrote another poem. If you wish to read it click the following link.
http://www.editred.com/Uploads/st_33930_A_Supernatural_Chant
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