I've always loved a good kiwi

. . . but I had no idea there were so many good ones. We have had a marvelous week and a half in New Zealand and are a bit sorry to leave. I leave with a feeling of heaviness for those who will take many more years to recover from the earthquake here in Christchurch. We were both impressed by the amazing hospitality and openness of the people and the ruggedness and beauty of the land. We feel we only scratched the surface of what there is to see and have decided we need to come back to get a better view. I think Allan is planning a fishing trip when he returns and bringing all his gear. If he only had his waders this trip, his legs wouldn't be covered in sandfly bites. I was worried they wouldn't let us out of the airport thinking he had some infectious disease. Australia, here we come.
Pictured below: Allan fights off the ferocious moa, which haven't been seen in NZ in 3000 years.