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update # 16
Date: Saturday
28 March, 1998
21:52:18
0800 (PST)
Subject: update numbero fin
Wellington,
New Zealand
RTW
Travels
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We photographed all of these because they were just too absurdly cool. But we don’t understand them. We’d often whip wildly across a lane of traffic when spotting one of these THINGS. After a bit of laughter that here was yet another giant THING, we’d get out and take pictures. The locals often looked at us like we were the odd ones, and they, with a twenty foot pink prawn with ten feet antennae in their front yard, were perfectly normal.
I like New Zealand so much, I was thinking of moving here. It is everything I thought it would be. But then I noticed something. Every country seems to have its national dress code. In America, it’s jeans and a polo shirt. In Egypt, it’s a flowing white tunic over trousers. In Thailand, it’s an ankle-length sarong with a Chicago Bulls t-shirt. Here in New Zealand the men wear calf-high gum boots, very short shorts, a baggy sweat shirt and a floppy hat. The look works for them. All the men here are either playing rugby, just finished playing rugby or are getting ready to play rugby. At least that’s the impression one gets from looking at their legs. Tree trunks. If I moved here I’d have to wear gum boots and short shorts to fit in. Anyone out there who has ever seen me in shorts, with one leg like a twig and the other like a toothpick, knows that there is no way I can be seen in public wearing gum boots and short shorts. So I guess I should just stay in America. |
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