Occupy Aotearoa

We flew to Auckland early this morning out of Christchurch, a few hours before a 5.9 earthquake struck. The few people I know in Christchurch, including my best friend and her boyfriend are safe, but shaken. We had been in the Auckland Art Gallery (one of the best art museums I've been to in the world, I have to say) viewing an art piece compiled of glass objects towered on top of each other while Josh remarked that it would suck if there was an earthquake right now while we're standing in front of enough glass to slice us to pieces. We walked outside moments later and twitter informed me that an earthquake had indeed just happened south of us in that already shaken up, beautiful city. A strange moment. 

We headed back to our hostel after that to rest our feet after a day of sightseeing in this yacht-infested city of over a million. On our way back we stumbled through the Occupy Aotearoa/Occupy Auckland camp. We later found out that they had till 2:30pm to remove their campsite and evacuate the area after losing their court case after a two month stay. It was 3pm when we got there and the remaining protesters didn't seem to be in any hurry to pack up. I was happy to take a few shots of the camp that had a warm, funky smell to it and meet a incredibly friendly Occupy protester. This is Rob, below. We wish him the best.