Perfumed

The West Coast, Haast, Milford, Manapouri—what a paradise of wilderness is the South Island. But touring around we discovered a curious thing: you could drive for miles and miles without seeing a house or any other human habitation, but every half mile or so there stood a grot. In the midst of magnificent rain forest, with the birds in serenade and a vista of the Southern Alps to enhance your meditations—and you were supposed to walk into this two foot square enclosure and shut yourself away from it all. Why so many toilets with so few people to use them? And why so many in the country but so few in the city? It seemed all right for sheep and cattle to honour the land with their blessings of nature, but much expense had gone into seeing that no humans did.