Hey guys, so yesterday Grant and I and our friend Geoff took a road trip out of Wellington. We drove up towards Wairarapa, and in spite of chest colds and car sickness, a good time was had by all.
The road we drove on was, for quite awhile, crazy twisty – I was trying to be a good little academic and had brought some chapter drafts to edit during the ride, but nope – that didn’t happen. For the first time in my entire life I experienced car sickness, wah wah (hey Benton, now I feel your pain). But that passed just in time to experience the majestic, the mysterious, the not a replica of the actual one, Stonehenge Aotearoa. BEHOLD:
So, this stonehenge (which is not a replica of the one in England, we were told) is astrologically (?) correct, and rooted in a combination of druidic, maori, and wiccan beliefs (and not, like the one in England, just a cover for the Pandorica.)
Here is a representation of mother earth’s hand coming out of the ground:
and here is Grant high-fiving mother earth:
After that, we spotted a beautiful old abandoned house – and hopped a fence to take a look.