MAHIA BEACH, HAWKE BAY, NEW ZEALAND
Some things a best not written. After our visit to the
lighthouse where one would think that you’ve the some pretty fine landscape,
Kate and I, and no one else, spent the night on this beach.
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| Isn't that special. |
Home. Sweet dreams are made of this.
Front and rear view
EDGE of TIME
You would think that just spending the night here would be
memorable enough. This morning we and perhaps a couple of hundred or a thousand
out of some seven billion people on this earth woke to see the first rays of sun for
Thursday, February twenty first, two thousand and thirteen. Other than a splattering of a few sparsely
inhabited islands in the Pacific, a few exiled Soviets, we have camped about as close to the
International Dateline as you can get on terra firma.
When we were talking to someone about the International
Dateline, I inenvertly carried on the discussion with the association to that 1-800-
Heidi-Learns-to-Yoedel dateline.
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| We are over to the near bottom right. If you want to be the first to celebrate a New Year, this is the place. Not only will be not as crowded as Times Square, you will have already recovered from your hangover by the time they drop the ball.
COMING NEXT - OFF TO THE CAPITAL AND KATHERINE MANSFIELD'S BIRTHPLACE.
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