Today we finished our long drive to the long name. How long it is? Well, it’s world record setting.
We started our morning in Dannevirke. A small town made up of roughly 6000 people plus plenty of cattle and sheep. Settled in 1872 by a few Danish, Norwegian and Swedish settlers, the name comes from a Viking fortification line in Denmark which had recently fallen into German hands in the German-Danish War of 1864.
If you remember from my last post, I told you that this place looked like something special as we drove in. Despite the rain overnight and the misty, rainy, wet conditions of the morning, I filled my pocket with carrots and we headed off.
After our morning run around the park, grocery shopping, and a late McD’s Breakfast we headed out for the Longest Place Name.
The roads were lightly traveled and many reviews complained about the long drive to get to the long name. We were well prepared. We knew there would be nothing but farms in the area.
This is Dan’s Black Swan Event:
So again you are probably wondering how long it the name of this place and why don’t I just write it. Well, it’s so long that they don’t even want to try and put it on the information signs.
Naturally, we hear sheep. Then we SAW sheep and not just one or two.
Then we saw a poor logging truck slowly navigating the traffic jam.
We did think it was odd to see this small flock of sheep all on their own. They were hesitant about coming any closer (Roland didn’t help with his excitement.)
Eventually, the rest of the flock caught up, along with the herding dog and Sheppard.
So this is the place with the longest name. It is the name of the hill you can see in the background. There are 85 characters in this name and the Maori name is translated to English as “the place where Tamatea, the man with the big knees, who slid, climbed and swallowed mountains, known as ‘landeater’, played his flute to his loved one.”
You might wonder just how we managed to get 3 out of 4 of us into this picture.
No, Scarlet did not take the photo. I actually have a monopod (tripods take too much room). I have found some pretty cool ways to prop it up and used the 10 sec. timer. I was getting tired by the time we got this one!
With this mission completed, we headed the rest of the way to the east coast, stopping near Hastings. Our drive was filled with laughs. Here is Roland. He insisted on getting Daddy a cookie when we made a stop for fuel (knowing full well he would get one too). The then insisted on having me take his picture while he ate his cookie too. This kid is too much.
Tonight I can hear the Ocean Waves crashing and I think of home as I look at the game Othello