Tag 81: One more egg in the carton

18.09.2016

The longer we are on the road, far from home books and other sources that nourish our thirst for knowledge, the more underchallenged we feel. The huge and freely accessible Le Tapa, the New Zealand National Museum, offers a welcome change. The sacred halls of knowledge include topics of Maori culture, art, war, as well as scientific topics. Especially the backgrounds of earthquakes and similar natural disasters are presented in a truly impressive way. In addition to an earthquake simulator, various rocks from different rock layers can be lifted and their weight differences determined. The stone from the deepest layer of the earth is so heavy that Gudi can't even lift it (at 15cm diameter). Lucky Gudi, on the other hand, I master the task, but sacrifice my virgin, hardly plagued by pain, back.

One floor up, we discover, close to a heart attack, that a huge blue whale floats above us. In fact, only its skeleton, which extends across the entire hall and measures at least 25 meters. The calcium content of the bones above us must be higher than that of the milk from a thousand cows. But what impresses me the most is the giant squid, the first and so far only worldwide completely caught one, which is exhibited here. Preserved in oily, yellowish fluid, it looks really scary. The eyes of the companion have been cut out, but allegedly were once the size of a football, with pupils the size of an orange. Don't worry, the absence of the eyes definitely doesn't make him less creepy, or how would you look without eyes?

Gudi can enjoy the Maori exhibition and the reproduction of indigenous life the most. I'm a bit passive about that. Maybe one could also accuse me of a certain defiance because I think that I don't have to look at the locals, since they also so disdainfully rejected my welcome gift - teaching skiing.

In the afternoon our path leads us further to a holiday park, which unfortunately is chargeable this time. Unfortunately, this is unavoidable in order to recharge everything the camper needs. At the opportunity to finally get to see a power outlet outside a library, I finally make the decision to face one of my deepest and most fundamental fears: How do I look with a bald head? Since I don't want to keep the mohawk anyway at home and my hair is already more than greasy, I have to pluck the last feathers here. Since I've been aware for a while now that at some point I will have to join the illustrious circle of Bruce Willis and co, my daring step and Gudi's casual cut should bring certainty after years of desperate attempts to guess the shape of my head by feeling it.

Once tabula rasa later, I know that I look somewhat like a figure eight with a full beard and a bald head. At least that's what Gudi says. I'm still a bit uncertain, primarily because I'm cold on the bald head. But obviously this will accompany me in my future life. The positive thing about it is that this haircut will probably help me keep a cool head in many situations.

Gudi's glorious laws:

It's better to have no hair than this scaly, dripping with fat crest!

As you can see, Gudi is an advocate of the Chicken Egg Action. Oh, by the way... the title refers to a statement at a family gathering, where it was noted that my family sitting at a table from above looks like a half-full carton of eggs - since I'm really not the first in my circles to choose this hairstyle.