Wellington

Downtown Wellington.

Not sure if this was from a real crime scene or not but it was in the middle of the road on the pedestrian crosswalk...not too reassuring, is it?

They had Borders Bookstore as well.

"What's up?"

She thought that daddy's iPod was an iPhone.

The clothed horses.

The KiwiLoo or what we called porta potty.

She got tired of her thumb.

Even posed for the camera.

After spending a few days with Emma, nothing amazed aunties Alice and Ivy anymore.

Our dinner after we arrived Turangi (a trout fishing town almost halfway between Wellington and Auckland.)