post office rock.
the most brilliant thing ever. even more brilliant than the possums.
milford’s first post office was this tiny rock out at the mouth of the milford sound where the tasmian sea is. on this rock is a big tree with some thick branches. the people of milford (and their attendant sand flies) hung a rum barrel on the tree and would put the mail in it. a white flag was then raised and passing ships that knew the signal would stop and sift through the mail. if any were addressed to a location they were heading it would be taken along and posted.
a rum barrel on a tree full of letters that maybe would never get sent. how cool is that?
and penguins swimming under it. penguins! grah! so adorable!
I wish I had a rum barrel mailbox. Or just a rum barrel. And a penguin, no matter what the eventual outcome with the rum barrel.
gene and i went to the academy of sciences last weekend where we saw penguins in a little captivity box. and i said “hey, michele gets to swim with these.” so then i jumped into the penguin tank and started swimming around but it turns out that is something not just anyone can do.
man i wish i had some more rum. fucking prenzels had no rum. they had many other interesting kinds of alcohol. for example we got free tastings of rigid richards. which was butterscotch schnapps and butterscotch cream schanpps. so tasty. so tipsy by the end of the day. 2 wineries and a prenzels tasting can do that to a girl.
as for the penguins. OMG. so cute. with the swimming. and the jump-diving and the way they waddle when on land. grah! adorable! i’m contemplating doing a cruise to antartica next christmas to see many many more penguins. so if you want to go, let me know.
what is a prenzel? is it like a pretzel? or is it some scary combo of pretzel and penguin, like a rubbery, water-repellent pretzel?
I would like a larger prenzel than Kristen, please.
well, what you get, sean, is a kick in the balls. with love.
prenzel’s is actually a kind of alcohol and has nothing to do with pretzels or penguins. it’s just this place attached to a winery that sells schnapps and vinagerettes and olive oils.
man i wish it was a penguin in a pretzel that i could bring home. but i did buy avocado vinagerette and honey schnapps. it buzzes. let’s have a tasting party at kristen’s when i get back!
wow, you know what the best way to get sean to attend a party is? not to threaten to kick his balls. i’m just guessing though.
i’ll kiss it better after i kick it.
do you think that will work? also, do you like how i offered up your place for a party?