Dispatch

Captain's (B)log, 120308: I've just returned from the land of verdant greens, aqua skies, shimmering waterfalls, and glacial carvings. The locals refer to it as New Zealand, but in all my years of traversing this varied and diverse earth, no land holds my esteem higher. Thus, I've dubbed this land, "Heaven."

Unfortunately, before I delve into the intricacies of Heaven - and the natives, their kindness, their thrift, their settings, and their unimaginable fortune - it looks as if the semester has officially wound down. No more class-based tedium (not full of Marx, but full of marks, both on essays and exams), no more charred, albeit delicious, cooking, and no more revolting Australian television. No, now is the time to pack.

My suitcases are beckoning, but fear not - this is not the last dispatch from the land Down Under. I'm not sure when the next notification will come. It may be tomorrow, it may be next week, or it may be Christmas morning (but probably not). But this blog is not yet over, for I still have a few adventures - and nifty pictures - my fingertips are ready to convey.

And now, for some blackened, crusty, delectable dinner.