Later on in the day, we head down to the river markets. My children Elijah, seven, Haddy, six, and I manage to catch up with whānau and friends while hustling to get through the snaking queues, where the kids can buy tāonga and knick-knacks. The markets are a timeless tradition, but we do more catching up there than we do anywhere else in town.
I’m also a bit of a Whanganui foodie now and try to support local eats, all while sticking to a budget. There are so many options here, local and diverse. I’m talking Porridge Watson, family-friendly Burger Cartel and even Vietnamese kai too - but for night eats, well, there’s only the one place open. The golden arches; McDonald’s. It’s a guilty pleasure for a late-night holdout.
I always enjoy the gigs here, too. From the underground to the mainstream, the local talent and acts are awesome and allow for us, as a whānau, to chill into the night.
I can’t forget Sunday. My mates have gym passes with a plus-one, so I usually tag along with them to CityFitness for the Sunday morning hit-out. It ties into my haoura [overall wellbeing] and gets me excited for the day. My grandma has just moved back into Whanganui and is active, so I try to keep up with her and make sure the kids tag along too.
A trip down to the recycling centre doesn’t hurt either. There’s something satisfying about the place; the noise of smashing glass.
Church is a biggie for us. I was raised around church, Anglican mostly, but I try to get around other hāhi [faiths] as well.
The kids can go play in Majestic Square fountain while I catch up with whānau.