He only went out for some milk A blurb of monstrous proportions - it was only supposed to be a couple of lines and the odd photo.

A record breaking town...allegedly.  I've heard so many claims to fame that i take them all now with a pinch of salt.  My best claim is joint first place, as overall 'athlete' on a sports day when i was 7.  For this impressive achievement i won a gold leafed diary.  I never did tell them that they had scored me wrong (added another kids score to mine - he was called Shane too) - and even though i had no idea what i do with a diary, i wasn't giving it back.  A diary - I'm 7 for Christ's sake!

Still Dunedin is a pleasant place, hilly as hell and full of churches for its redemption.  My days here are filled with hiring a car, exploring the places of free parking, catching up at the cinema and meeting the local nutty builders in my dorm room.  Why do i always seem to meet them?  I've found it a little difficult to get back into the backpacking mentality.  Too many home comforts on Stewart Island.  I'm back to smelly bedrooms, crowded kitchens, strange people, ear plugs and dirty showers - hmmm nice.

I'd like to have gone to Cadbury world or the Speights brewery (the important sights of New Zealand), but i don't have time.  Last time i was here i managed to see the towns art gallery, an amazing building that has an amazing Monet painting.  I couldn't take my eyes off it (i miss Europe).  A car is necessary, Dunedin is near the Catlins and the Otago peninsula - both have to be explored by your own transport to be appreciated.  The worlds steepest street and the botanical gardens are a fair walk away, and Dunedin is incredibly spread out.

But, Dunedin is a worthy stopover, i just might get myself a single room next time.