Riwaka rendezvous

I'm tucked-in now to the sweetest little house in sunny Riwaka (though it's dark outside), surrounded by the sounds of Jordan O'Jordan, lights and lamps from the thirties, china ducks up and down the walls, ukulele drapings, cowboys, kiwiana and more kiwiana (more kiwiana than you've ever seen) - it's my brother Stu's happy home and Adam and I are happy to be here. We've driven all day - by-passed Christchurch, seen a bomber flying up the river valley before the Lewis Pass, bought garden tools and beekeeping books at a second-hand shop at Murchison, photographed the hops gardens near Ngatimoti, carefully negotiated Motueka's dense traffic (what's going on there on a Thursday night?), ate fish pie (thanks Lesley!), watched The Last Airbender (!) and now it's time to retire for a night on the couch, very happy to be here.