It was dubbed the festival of light. When I got into Aotea Square at about half eight on the Sunday, it was suitably dark for what I expected to be; light fantastic. In my mind I was thinking lamps and candle display. I guess I was basing it too much on the Chinese Lantern Festival. I'm not sure if I got there too late or if something like that was somewhere else but it was definitely not very lightly. What I got instead was something like a rock concert. Everyone was huddle around the stage bouncing alone and having a good time. Those that weren't were in line at the food stores.
Ah, the food stores. There's nothing like walking the street where I've walked to get to work, smelling of spices and all things yum. It's not often in New Zealand that I get to waft in aromatic sensations so I took my time examining each stall. I didn't have any cash on me so no delights were bought.
The night ending with fireworks which started off small and had a really long pause. When people thought that was it, the rest of the fireworks came on. After that finished I hoped back on the trained slightly disappointed. What I imagine it would be it wasn't. Maybe next time I need to take someone that's Indian.
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