Postcards from New Zealand: Day Forty

Today, we got a new rental car and found ourselves listening to the radio, where we found the kiwi version of NPR. There was a report on a bomb scare in what sounded like our little neighborhood. It turns out that the suspicious devices strapped to a bridge were merely pinhole cameras, hung there by a college student doing an art project, who called the police to tell them so as soon as he saw word of the scare on television. This announcement was made by the chief of police, who admitted that he didn't know much about what bombs looked like.