Maybe it was the fact that it rained the whole time we were there. Maybe it was the ice cold wind that clawed at our faces. Maybe it was the fact we'd just come from Queenstown and its immense beauty. Or maybe it was just that Invercargill is the dullest place EVER. Culture seems to have evaded this town; even the art gallery's exhibits were just plain bad. Luckily we only had to spend two nights in the place so we could see Scotland beat Georgia, but even filling that short span was difficult. As time trudged and shuffled its way towards kick-off, Scottish fans could be spotted exchanging weary glances as they wandered the streets aimlessly. Fortunately for me (perhaps not the father) my cute radar was well and truly on and we managed to find these little critters (Kiwi lingo: oh yes):
Possibly the only things that prevented me from finally losing it completely.