Winding Down the Excursion

Monday is the final day of our convention excursion that has taken in both Melbourne, Australia, and Auckland, New Zealand. To say we’ve been busy is an understatement. We’ve seen penguins by the hundreds come marching in at the end of a long day of fishing. We hand-fed kangaroos and baby lambs. We hiked up the side of an inactive volcano. We walked around in Bag End at Hobbiton and hugged the Party Tree. And, oh yes, we met a slew of new fans and friends from all walks of life.

It’s been an exciting and exhausting trip, and I’m looking forward to getting home.

PAD

Thunder Down Under

Embarking on the second day of Armageddon Convention. A few days ago I thought Armageddon was coming as, upon nightfall, blasts of flame erupted along the street and I thought someone was blowing up Melbourne. But no, it turns out to be a nightly show involving natural gas displays.

All the comic book guests are seated in a row for much of the day in the dealer’s room, signing away. Morning was busy; afternoon less so. Fans are uniformly friendly and appreciative that we’ve made the trip down here (in our case, a six hour flight cross country followed by a fifteen hour flight cross globe.)

Caroline has discovered a new fascination: Wrestling. They have a ring set up and pro wrestlers put on demonstrations every few hours. Kathleen was thinking of taking Caroline to some local gardens today that are supposed to be magnificent. Caroline will have none of it; she wants to go back to the convention to see the 11 AM wrestling demonstration. At one point yesterday a wrestler, in character, snarled at her. She snarled right back, baring her little chompers with the front teeth missing, and totally caused the wrestler to break character and start laughing.

It’s also interesting to read the local newspapers to see how Americans are viewed. The columnists seem to be rhapsodic about Obama.

PAD