Because We Can

  To much fun. We’re having too much fun for me to write, but write I must so I will try to get caught up over the next several days.     A photo of the clock beside the bed very early this morning. This was the time all the rest of the tour group was leaving the hotel for the airport. Linda and I weren’t leaving the hotel until after 10 AM, so this must have been a case of tour empathy on my part. Either that, or I am just plain weird. Weirdly Empathetic Bob.       This sign has been every hotel room we have stayed in. Linda also reads item (C) out loud, laughing when she comes to part about horses. I guess farm girls have their own sense of humor.     Waiting across the street from the hotel for the Airport Flyer Bus.     Where the Airport Flyer flew right past the stop with out even slowing down. I was told that if necessary I was to jump out in front of the next bus to get it stop. Luckily for me the next bus stopped...

Why is it that the elevators in some hotels prove to be such a challenge. Linda has no problems, but I sure do. We are on the 21st floor, breakfast is on the 17th floor. So why is it when I got on the elevator on the 17th floor yesterday morning after eating breakfast I went to the 22nd floor then to the lobby and finally to the 21st floor. Lost Bob. Two nights ago all 14 of us crammed into this elevator. It would go down a few floors, the door would open a few inches and close, then it would go up a few floors and repeat the same thing. Finally on one of the stops someone pried open the door, and even though the elevator was several inches below the level of the floor we all piled out. From then on, as the photo shows,  only half the group ever got on an elevator at the same time. Could it be I am elevator jinxed? Sign down by the harbor. I really like what it says. Someday Isle isn’t on our list of places to go. Want to jump in the harbor, here is the place to do i...

With the usual high winds predicted for Wellington today, Linda was busy battening down the laces before we headed out this morning. During the day no shoe laces were blown off, but as to her hair, that was another story. Today being Friday in New Zealand, it was Thanksgiving Day Thursday back in the States. I couldn’t find a turkey to photograph, so this Christmas tree Linda saw will have to do. Photo by Linda. Don’t ask because I don’t have a clue. Even the Wellington sign on the hill above town alludes to the Windy Wellington. Next it was a visit to Weta Cave. We had no clue what this was all about before we visited, and only slightly more after we left. Oh my gosh! It attacked Linda. Run Linda, run! Like the sign says: Enhance your cool with a Ray Gun . It’s a Manmelter 3600ZX, Sub-Atomic Disintegrator Pistol. A bargain at only $999.00. I started to joke with Linda that she should buy one when the thought hit me, she might use it on me. Quiet Bob. Thos...

The halls are alive with the sight of luggage, with bags that gone for thousands of miles, the halls fill my hands with the weight of bags, my heart wants to burst they weigh so much. The above may not be as famous as the song sung by Julie Andrews, but it is the lament of the bell men where ever out OAT tour stops, our bags as shown in the foreground excepted of course. Quite literally, some of the people on the tour have bags so heavy they struggle to lift them the few inches to the airlines check-in counter. On the other hand, the New Zealand economy is in a boom period from all the souvenirs they have bought so there is a positive side to everything. Yes, it’s a photo of a half eaten plate of food, but therein lies a tale. I was at this point in devouring my morning plate of beans and scrambled eggs when Linda spied something on my plate. “Is that chocolate?”, she asked, eying the chocolate filled goodie on my plate. I just smiled. a moment later she was on her way to the bu...