Dunedin

Well Jenn and Sean have been having a fun couple of days. Jenn has made contact with a research group in the University of Otago in Dunedin and was invited down to meet them and to give a seminar on her research. So on Sunday off they went with Sean as co-pilot and Jenn clutching a USB with her life's work in her sweaty hand. They stopped at the Moeraki Boulders. Weird boulders that look otherwordly, like giant shot from a war or alien eggs:


Sean got to spend Monday having a good old nose around Dunedin and saw many fine things such as the Scottish Shop packed with all things Scottish. Sadly, he resisted the urge to buy a sporran. Rather tellingly the shop sold flags. Irish flags, welsh flags, Scottish flags, New Zealand flags. But not a George Cross or Union Jack in site. Hmmm. He wondered. He also got accosted by a nutter whilst oohing and aahhing at the very fine railway station. “Whos the head of state@ yelled the nutter aggressively. “John Key” Sean said forgetting the golden rule with nutters (which is do not make eye contact and do not respond). “NO! ITS THE QUEEN!” screamed the nutter back. Sean beat a hasty retreat to the art gallery. Jenn had a fun day with a bunch of academics, some of whom she actually understood, others of which she didn't entirely (Sociologists...still struggling there with the language). She gave a seminar, speaking for 40 minutes, some of which probably made sense. For those who know her well will know that this was no small achievement.
The railway station
Robbie Burns
Ummm yumm the cadburies chocolate factory

Later that day they rendezvoused at the Octagon and spent a happy half hour in McKinlays shoe shop, home of Dunedin made shoes. And Sean bought a pair of boots that will last him for the rest of his life. Photo to follow when the boots arrive.