Sara's abseiling (rapelling) outfit was designed for safety, and uh, a little something extra in case she crapped her pants.

Sara's cruise boyfriend.

A waterfall in Milford Sound, New Zealand. NZ is full of postcard-like scenery.

Is it really a surprise that Chris made friends with the only other dimwit who wore shorts in freezing weather?

Any cruiseship that comes with its own harness for Sara is alright with me.

Cuties at the Chinese Gardens in Dunedin, NZ.

Sara got tossed in the brig for not being serene enough.

Me--"kiss the wooden statue, Sara"
Passerby (in a thick Kiwi accent)--"you don't know where he's been"
Sara thinks--"why do I let Chris out of the house?"

Why is there always a camera around when I feel the need to do a bit of skipping?

Sara and me getting our swerve on.

The beginning of a delightful New Zealand day always begins with a four stop wine tour.

Me taking a peek down the long hard road to fermentation.

I won't say the d-word, but I was a tad silly by the time we hit our fourth winery.

I was hoping this barrel would smell like wine. It did not. It didn't even smell like wood.

Sara and I were quite happy to be on a wine tasting tour in New Zealand.

Good job! You got the lens cap off.

I wouldn't go so far as to say tacky, but this guy's outfit was gaudy, at least.

Sara's snorkeling technique is superb.

This guy had an unattractive bump on his head, but I didn't say anything so as not to be rude. You know, like when you have a bloody nose, and everyone you see keeps on saying, "your nose is bleeding".

This guy wouldn't stop going on about his rubber-tree plant. What a bore!