• Otago Museum

    This is a museum in New Zealand.

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    I don’t remember this at all but it looks a bit scary.

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    This one looks sleepy.

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    This elaborately carved wooden headrest was used as a pillow for sleeping in Fiji.

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    Kerri got to try out life as a dung beetle.

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    And a silk worm.

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    This is a very big wooden boat.

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    This is Matt bracing himself for New Zealand’ record cold temperature of –26.5 degrees!

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    This is one of the smoothed boulders we were going to go out to see but then it was really cold and windy and we were lazy so we didn’t.

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    This is a lower jaw. Guess what of? I can’t remember and I’m too lazy to check my notes.

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    Every museum has a mummy or two.

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  • Baby Kiwi

    Baby kiwis are quite large because they hatch from giant eggs. The eggs are 1/3 of the size of mom.

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    At first all we could see was his little koosh ball bum.

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    But then he turned around and you could see him all tucked in.

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    And then he groggily woke up.

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    And then he started poking.

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    Poke poke poke.

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    Poke poke poke.

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    And then a sneeze because his nose was full of dirt.

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    Then back to poking.

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    We didn’t get to pet him but his feathers are really light and fluffy.

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    His itty bitty feet are too small to fight off a stoat, which is why he is still in captivity.

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    When he gets big claws like Mom he’ll be released into the wild.

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    He was really cute.

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    Really really cute.

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  • Dunedin Train Station

    This is the Dunedin Trains Station.

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    Lonely Planet said it was very important to go inside to see the elegant stained glass work.

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    So we paid for parking and went inside.

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    This was it.

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    In retrospect, this is probably the point where we should have stopped taking Lonely Planet’s recommendations.