Sometimes it's not the view but the lookout itself which is really interesting. Case in point, this one somewhere along Lake Wakatipu.
Some indecipherable, to me, Asian grafitti. While I wouldn't want to encourage more people to deface our precious rocks, I did like this scrawl. In fact, I liked it enough to take a photo of it.
Oh and here's the 'real' view for those of you interested - looking north-ish.
Post Script: This just in
To labour over last week's disgusting theme (and thank god that's over),
this is funny - but you'd probably expect that (especially if you like this guy as much as I do).
And I would like to point out that Friday's uncharacteristic posting was the result of a far too restless mind, too much alcohol (well not too much, more a really pleasant quantity), an inablility to sleep, and damned bloody women - always trouble, one day I should actually listen to my Mum who keeps reminding me to steer clear of them at all costs.
Cos it's such a nice day, and cos I've earned my money for the day, and cos I can, I'm about to jump on the bike and go for a ride. Somewhere. Probably near water.
This is also Lake Taupo. Motutere to be exact. From a moving car. By the driver.
It has a river. My guess is that it was the river that actually created the valley. It also has farm land.
And there's a mountain. It's an okay mountain, but it didn't really do it for me.
And this is the view from Lake Wanaka, from Wanaka township actually. Now that's nice.
As I was relaxing on the beach in front of my fire, listening to the gently lapping lake, enjoying my dinner, and watching the sun go down, I saw this (above) and thought "there's a photo in there". And there was.
A little later, I looked to the southwest, after the sun had set, and I noticed a really odd little smudge of a cloud running perpendicular to all the other clouds. And it was white, whereas the others had taken on the last light golden glow. Pretty soon I came to the conclusion that it was the comet everyone was talking about.
Back in January, after I ditched Nic, I did a wee tiki tour and ended up back on the shore of Lake Pukaki - where I'd spent New Years. This time, however, it was just me, my car, my tent, the lake, the trees, the rocks, the grass, and a stunning evening.
There was a lovely serenity that night. Everything was calm (even the sandflies). And was the perfect spot to play the man alone. Bloody grouse mate.
Some indecipherable, to me, Asian grafitti. While I wouldn't want to encourage more people to deface our precious rocks, I did like this scrawl. In fact, I liked it enough to take a photo of it.
