You know, mocking Dunedin is nearly a bit too easy. As if the brave inhabitants of this small- to medium-size University town wouldn’t struggle enough already with their image as the last bathroom before the Antarctica (shush, Invercargill!), their silly dialect, and – since the demise of K.C.’s –, the lack of any classy night life joint.
Don’t get me started on the other past Dunedin oddities.
Then again, some entity must have signed the permission for the erection of these stone “molars” in Dunedin’s harbour. Somebody… – or should I say -thing? – thought that 6 roughly sculptured stone… thingies next to a quite magnificient harbour basin would enrich this place. And let me guess: thy name was city council, wasn’t it!
Well, poor senseless council thing: you erred. A little rule of thumb for the next times: tartar-shaped ropes are fairly reliable indicators for poorly developed artistic visions.
Google Maps Location (so far, without molars)
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