I just want to say I had the kind of New Year's eve you never imagine you are going to have. My hotel was directly across from the Sky Tower in down town Auckland. I was on the twentieth floor with a balcony looking directly at the tower. I started my evening with a beer in the local bar downstairs and then went up and watched people bungy jumping from the top of the tower. That was strange enough until around 11.45. I was coming back up to my room when the Chinese desk clerk got on the elevator and said "do you want to go with me to the roof"? That is exactly how he put it, so I was quite unsure how to respond to a young Chinese guy inviting me up to the roof until he said "fireworks".
I sat with the desk clerk, several other staff and some other guests and watched one of the most spectacular fire works displays literally over my head to the sound of Maori drum beats and war chants below. I couldn't make this stuff up folks.
Later that night the TV announcer stated that New Zealand was the first major city to bring in the new year. Very cool...I thought to myself.
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