On our way out of Russell, we stopped off at Flagstaff Hill.
In 1840, the first Union Jack in New Zealand was flown from this very spot. But a Maori chief cut it down in protest. The Brits put up another, the Maori guy chopped it down. Three times, and then they started really fighting. The town was sacked.
Supposedly some of the original timber is still inside the heavy iron standard that now only flies the flag on ceremonial days.
We also got to see a whole family of weka, who were pretty cool. Although in point of fact the feral chickens we have complained about on Caribbean islands are more colorful and make more interesting noises. Go figure.