I just spent two weeks in Middle Earth. I stood on the very same path where the Hobbits first met the Black Rider, walked barefoot on a black sand beach, gazed at the stars through a telescope on a cold, windy mountain, ate lunch in Lothlorien forest, witnessed the haka and a sheepdog demonstration (not at the same time), rode a kiwi horse (for exactly five minutes thanks to the changeable island weather), sailed through a glow-worm cave on an underground stream, crossed Lake Wakatipu by ferry at night, had close encounters with sea lions and yellow-eyed penguins, and sang LOTS of Welsh songs at various venues for sundry audiences, including a vineyard (for the sheep), inside Waitomo cave (for the glow worms) (yes William, that actually happened), and the Wellington Opera House (for the humans).
|That's me, having a moment with a waterfall in New Zealand.|
I did NOT, however, kiss Richard Armitage. Not that I wouldn't have liked to, but still. Never happened.
Last Monday, my dear gnomie Janiel hinted that I also had a close encounter with the North & South guy, who happens to be in New Zealand, filming The Hobbit. (Which I take as a HUGE compliment, btw, so thank you for that, dear gnomie Janiel.) I just felt like I should do the responsible thing and set the record straight. Again, not that I wouldn't have liked to, but you know, I was all busy singing and stuff and he was all busy filming and it's really hard to coordinate schedules but I should have had my people call his people to maybe arrange something I mean I was there I should have at least tried . . .
Wait, what was I talking about?
New Zealand! Right. My new favorite place. I wish I could have found a way to stuff the whole country in my luggage and bring it home with me. It sure is fun to travel to far-off places, but there's something to be said for coming home, too.
|Our pal Richard as Thorin Oakenshield in The Hobbit. Man, he's even handsome as a dwarf . . . Sheesh! Okay, I'll stop now. For reals.|