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The night passed. The winds came up. The fog rolled in. It didn't quite make it down to our cabin, though. It stayed a bit high. At this point, the wind was whipping at quite a high speed. I took a little movie of it to get the idea. Here, Fenny does her best to look bad for the camera. This is what she does when she doesn't want me to take her picture. The fog rolling in over the treetops. It's getting a little lower. Even so, when it got quite foggy, it blew off a little later, then came back a little later still. Interior photos of the lodge. Japanese girl included. Now, this series of photos warrants a little explanation and story. The Onuku Heights were full of what I'd estimate was a few hundred thousand cicadas. These things were EVERYWHERE, screaming out their sex songs. After just a few minutes outside, if you were to go to a quiet area inside the house, you'd notice your hearing was a little bit gone in the range where these things did their screaming. During the previous evening, the doors were all open at the lodge, and the lights on. Some of the cicadas (like 20 or 30 of them) found their way inside the lodge and would hang out on lights, walls, strings, pictures, pianos, and numerous other items. Then, they'd begin their screaming sex song, which annoyed me. I would grab them by their wings, take them outside, and fling them into the darkness. At one point, I grabbed one from the top of this picture and, upon hearing another behind the painting start screaming its happy sex song, I threw the one in my hand behind the picture which shut both of them up after some fighting. This made me happy. The picture you see on the wall here was mounted such that the top of the picture had a gap from the wall, and the bottom of the picture was against the wall. The morning these pictures were taken, I heard the cicadas behind the picture start getting excited again, so I went over and started moving the picture around, which made the cicadas behind a bit angry but resigned. Then, I pulled the bottom of the painting away from the wall and no less than six of these bastards came falling out. I'll always remember the Onuku Farm Hostel as a place where there were cicadas like a plague. Fenny took pictures of the interior of the lodge along with the various work-stay workers. The Glorious Dead loved duty more than they feared death. Their bodies are buried in peace. Wow. This death thing sounds pretty cool. How do I sign up to get dead? I guess the best way is to love duty. Here are some photos of the Akaroa harbour where all the ships are hanging out waiting out the nasty winds. A fish 'n' chips shop that's supposedly really well-known around New Zealand and the world. Tasted like fish 'n' chips to me. Wellington had some no-name shop near where I worked at Datacom that tasted the same. How do you know when copyright laws have gone to far? One indication might be when a f**king rubbish bin is copyrighted. Here are some pictures of the interior of the hostel where we were staying in Akaroa. Its name was Chez la Mer. Not a bad place. The view from our place in Akaroa wasn't quite as nice as the view from our cabin in Onuku Heights. Again with the interior. |
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