Rising mega early determined to escape my protracted stay in KK, it was upon contemplation of backtracking in order to execute a desired southern loop that I frustratingly realised problems of weekend museum closure compounded by limited and uncertain transport services. In the end I infuriatingly felt it best to delay a day and redeemed it with an all day long concerted effort to whittle down my diary backlog. I also most importantly got a letter off home to my work, asking for another 6 months stay of execution from my looming preprescribed return date, this was a crucial turning point upon which everything hinged or my trip would be doomed to an unacceptable curtailment. I also hit the streets to check out mp3 players, prompted by cheap prices and by now a heartfelt longing for music's panacea, also squaring away a final attraction around town in checking out a WWII themed cafe which lay at a historic central spot still dubbed Australia Place. This was where the Ozzies had set up camp after landing here upon the wars end and a couple of bronze plaques here testified to the fact. After another beerfest in desperation of the heat at my pseudo regular Gear Up Cafe, a cheap and passably pub-like default recourse, where if the young doting barmaids werent nuts it was clearly only because they were too drunk to be able to tell. In deference to a problematic transport connection I also finally found myself booking a flight on a whim, it was a quirky short hop costing barely a fiver but would seal my intended loop south in the frustrating absence of passable alternatives.