I know I'm in New Zealand and seeing cows, sheep and horses are a daily occurrence, but things got turned up a notch when I went for my run around the goldmine Thursday (Remember I'm a day ahead). As I came to a bend, I noticed not one but FIVE cows out of the gate just relaxing along the path.
I'm proud to say I didn't scream, though I didn't keep running either. I stopped dead in my tracks and treated those five cows like a pride of hungry lions. I tip-toed gently passed and waited a few feet before I started running again.
I know, I know, they're just cows. But I don't care!
On a completely unrelated note .....
In my last post, I mentioned how New Zealand men always dress like they're waiting for a rugby match to break out at any minute. Well, the women are a little different. There seems to be a deep love for knee-high boots. Usually in black and of various heel heights and just about every woman has a pair. As a lover of boots myself, I get a real kick out of watching the women of Waihi strut around town in a pair of stylish boots.
My only regret is that I didn't pack my boots to join them.
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