Days Bay, briefly

Eastbourne is certainly consistent, although the crowds seem to have gravitated from the refurbished Days Bay tearooms down the road to the slightly sticky Chocolate Dayz Cafe. I was disappointed that there wasn’t more chocolate on the menu. The whole suburb still feels like a Katherine Mansfield story waiting to happen. It shows Wellington city in a good light – from the other side of the harbour, the many inappropriate apartment blocks walling off the view from mere peons look slightly less hideous.

I was disappointed that there weren’t any gang members sunning themselves in their full leathers on the beach this time. There were only teenage boys who appeared to be either scrawny or pre-diabetic without anything in between. I suppose they averaged each other out.


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