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As a lifelong aficionado of food from on top of, or below the ocean, I couldn’t resist the temptation of sampling what was advertised as New Zealand’s largest seafood restaurant.
As I approached Auckland’s viaduct to partake in the seafood festival I found myself in confrontation with this official looking guy, who was fanatically motioning me to turn right. I of course drove straight ahead and up alongside him.
Where is the disabled car park mate,” I said.
His startled look and tight jaw relaxed once he assessed the situation. Turned out to be a very nice chap as he arranged for my van and I to be escorted right up to the gate where a parking space was found. Situation solved? Not by a long shot.
Turns out my trusty van was blocking the sponsor’s signs. I could see their point in a way but where do I park now.
Adam came to my rescue. Adam just happened to be the first man - the General Manager of Viaduct Harbour in fact. My new best friend had no hesitation in jumping into my van’s passenger seat to help me search for the Holy Grail, which I envisioned as an empty car park space.
Well after numerous turns –at least one I suspect was suspiciously illegal- we found not one space empty. |