Back to Dunedin

Well Friday dawned even more cold and miserable.  After a quick breakfast with Marion and Russell, we left the house to discover the car covered with fine hailstones.  Fi was sans spectacles, so Mike had to drive back to Dunedin.  Two and a half hours of chasing large trucks along narrow roads through heavy showers interspersed with enough sunlit patches to cast a glistening haze over every road surface reminded me why I prefer dry climates. 

Fi with the Rescue Specs

 Finally, over the last range of hills and down into Dunedin.  First stop was a city optometrist and we were lucky enough to find one who could knock up a replacement set of glasses in three hours.  Yes THREE HOURS!  Bloody fantastic.   So we headed home for lunch, clothes washing and then raced back to collect the rescue specs.

Some judicious retuning of the TV found the Maori TV channel that shows one live match a day.  Given there was only one match, we knew which one would be shown! Fi was coughing and coughing and I wasn't feeling 100% either so we cooked dinner and watched the All Blacks annihilate Japan.