The University of Otago is a like Dunedin, a mixture of traditionalism and modernism. You can see both, in these photographs I took yesterday strolling through the campus. Students from all over the world come here, which is quickly appreciated when you see the students and listen to the different languages spoken around the campus. It’s (early) Spring, and many of the trees are in blossom, and the azure skies and cotton white clouds made the University seem particularly collegiate yesterday. Sure made me want to turn back the clock twenty years (OK, OK, thirty……thirty-five and that’s my last offer). It’s an old University, for such a newly developed island; it was founded in the 1860s. There are about 19,000 students enrolled in the University, more women than men (back to my earlier comment). The students are mostly from Nz, about equally split between the North and South Island, and 10% of the students are international. Last year there were just under 700 students from the US here. If you’re ever in doubt if this town has a college atmosphere, walk around the town about 1am on a Saturday night; that should convince you (I don’t do this, but I can hear them).
This is the Harbor Fish Store. It’s front door is not a door at all, but strips of plastic hanging down. Very cool (and it’s there to keep it cool, so to speak). I pass this store twice a day, at least (more, if I go home for lunch), so it didn’t take me long to peak inside, and once I did, I was hooked (oh, no, the beginning of all my bad fish puns. I’d better FINish this soon, or you’ll be CRABy even before my TAIL ends). The fish is sooooo fresh, and I know fresh fish. Last week, I had fresh king salmon (it’s all fresh, so I’ll stop saying that), brill (a kind of flounder….like I do with my jokes), monkfish, and blue cod. I couldn’t pick which one I liked the best; they were all amazing! Here’s a look at their counter:
And they have live New Zealand green mussels and clams,
And live Crays (what we might call spiny lobsters).
Suffice it to say I’ve dined well over the last week, my palate SCALING new heights ( I said that just for the halibut).
It sparkles in the sunlight, not a speck of dust or dirt to be found, it is, clearly, my front windshield. So, why is so clean? Well, you can’t really make it out in the photo, but this car, like all the others here, has its steering wheel on the right hand side of the car. That’s all well and good, and the fact it’s on a different side is a constant reminder for me to drive on the other (the left) side of the road. But what’s a little less intuitive, is all the controls are in different places. Want to back up? Use your LEFT hand to shift the car to reverse. Want to adjust the rear view mirror? Use you left hand to do that. Want to signal you are turning left or right? Use your RIGHT hand for the level on the right of the steering wheel. What happens when you, by reflex, use your left hand to move to lever on the left side of the steering wheel….the windshield wipers come on. When I’m in town, turning left and and right quite often, I estimate I “clean” my windshield about four times for every km I drive…..and that’s why I have the cleanest windshield in Dunedin.
Tomorrow’s topic involves needles and blood drawing…so if you’re squeamish, you can skip that one.