Opal carries Victoria's wedding present in -- trust me, it was her idea and it's not heavy.	New Zealand is also named Aotearoa, the land of the long white cloud. This view of the South Island from the ferry suggests why.	Spectacular trompe l'oeil mural outside Nelson.	I will assume that you are not one of the three people who thinks random shell bits are as photogenic as Victoria and I do, and spare you the other couple hundred shell photos, which I assure you are very lovely if you like that sort of thing.
Opal was very suspicious of the waves at first (even though they were measured in centimeters) and then never never wanted to come in again, but she was willing to race to the car.	We stopped at the side of the road. Paul took advantage of the time to read his Christmas present.	Victoria and I took advantage of the time to admire the scenery.	Victoria, ready to take photographs at a scenic stop along the highway.
Charming scenery in Victoria's vicinity.	This is what Victoria was about to photograph.	Alpine scenery provokes photography.	Opal on the beach at Kaikoura.
The usual view from the front seat into the back.	Driving up the middle of the North Island. It is the middle of the summer. Those are glaciers.	Opal shows Grey and Joan pictures.	Going gangsta at Healesville Animal Sanctuary. I have no idea what provoked this.
Hot, tired, and grumpy -- but adorable nonetheless. And that's just talking about Paul.	Koalas are the absolute masters of sleeping.

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