The place has an interesting feel to it, very much a transient town for adrenalin junkies and junk food. Absolutely spectacular views and extortionate prices.
We have enjoyed the last few days here a little chance to relax without driving, see the sights of Milford Sound, the Skyline, LoTR and Segway. We even stepped into the oh so wierd Ivan Clarke Gallery for a little culture (me and culture, ha). The only reason for entering this establishment was the 6ft statue of a Bloodhound, dressed in a 3 piece suit with Brogues, why? Ah well on speaking to the cookie old bird who looked after it, Ivan is a renowned artist who was persuaded by an American (yup had to be one there somewhere), that this work was ripe for Hollywood (seen Harry Potter and thought fantasy is the way to go) and there are book rights and a movie due soon, shhh don’t tell anyone but Morgan Freman is interested.
The statue of the Basset Hound, 28,000NZD, but if you want a bronze miniature that will be 26,000NZD, let me check my wallet. The cookie old bird continued that a drawing of a Basset hound all dressed up was going to be te next Mona Lisa, now that made me howl with laughter. Some of the first editions are worth a lot of money now (tuppence springs to mind) and if you decided to sell, the gallery would take 600NZD from any sale, anything else is yours, ok then not heard of eBay have you, cheaper and quicker.
The cookie old bird finally imparted her wisdom of 3 little words she tells her husband each morning, can you guess them, no we couldn’t either, eventually she passed on her wisdom “make me money”. Stepping out of the gallery we went back to the real world.
The Matrix has you Mrs Nutter, should have taken the blue pill! (anti psychotics anyone).