In reality, the caketin becomes the biggest party venue in NZ with everyone using it as an excuse to dress up and behave disgracefully, all in the name of rugby. It's all good humoured stuff (well mostly) and brings lots of colour to the capital (see the pics below).
Tickets are hard to come by so we missed out in this year's celebration. Or rather, MT didn't want to be seen dressed up looking like Borat so we passed up on this annual ritual.
Last year Naomi was to be found dancing on the terraces and falling off the flip seats. Although black and blue she recovered quickly but this year I fear things have turned much more serious.
Having survived the Caketin experience she danced rather enthusiastically an irish jig at Molly Malone's and then spent hours at the hospital getting her rupted Achilles Tendon fixed. Not to mention me spending further time back at the hospital this morning get her cast fitted and ferrying her around town to get her shopping in. It's a real shame for her as she's bang in the middle of her house rennovations and was just about to return to road running after a rest from her hip and knee problems. Estimated recovery time 9 weeks in plaster and another 9 weeks physio.
Although terrible worried about her and doing my nurse bit one can't help think that whilst the seven's might be the best thing for Wellington tourism at this time of year, you need special insurance and cotton wool to protect yourselves from excessive partying.
Hope you enjoy the spectacle photos though.
Here's one thirsty chuck
Even Borat was getting in on the act
Just to prove there was some rugby played, the All Black's against the Keynians
These girls know how to party....!
Even men of a certain age don't miss out on the festivities
Maori fans complete with Ta Moko
The mighty Samoan's the eventual tournament winners beating Fiji
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