Rainbow Warrior

Here is a slideshow of some of our yesterday (Sunday, for those of you who are livin' in the past, man.) We started by walking to breakfast. The girls took their scooters, Haley's festooned with poor Duck like some sort of fuzzy figurehead. You'll see my pics of my fruit, yogurt, and honey breakfast. Nummmmy.

Then later, after signing and sending our counter-offer to an offer we received on our house (crossing fingers, here) we walked down to the harbour to tour Greenpeace's flagship, The Rainbow Warrior. It was in town to promote their latest climate change campaign and they were offering free 45-minute tours by the crew, complete with stories from it's history and ending in a short movie with footage of many of Greenpeace's courageous acts.

Since I was a child, stories of the crew's heroics have captured my imagination. I remember when the French sunk it while it was moored in the Auckland harbour in 1985. Even before that, I'm not sure how old I must have been, but my mother indulged me by donating money in my name to them and I had Greenpeace stickers emblazoned all over my school notebooks and the mirrors in my bedroom. Later, when I had a bit of my own money I continued to send them small amounts when I could.

So yesterday when, at the end of the tour, the earthy young man asked our group if anyone would like to donate and become a member, my little Zoe shot her hand straight up out of the crowd and I was utterly feklempt. We gave small sums in the girls names for which they will be sending them t-shirts that say "Be a Climate Kiwi". As we were walking out, Zoe wanted to ask one of the crew members how old you have to be to join the crew. The young woman was very encouraging and sweet and Zoe left the ship just beaming, dreaming of joining the crew. I still get teary just thinking about it.