Greetings from Wellington. So far not much to report. I have a knack for arriving in cities just as they are about to shut down for the weekend. My first New Zealand experience was Anzac Day 1991. That was when I was reminded that it's ANZAC not, um, AAC. It was sunny today. Now all around is dark, perhaps because it's 3 am. There is a new book about AC/DC and I'm reading it. That really is the definition of a glutton for punishment.