
Hobbiton was a short-ish trip from the city and when I pulled up, I could only think of one thing: this place makes BOAT LOADS of money. For roughly $60, you could join a tour of 24 through Hobbiton. Tour buses (fully loaded) left every 15 minutes and tours ran from about 8 am to 6 pm. I haven't taken a math class in about a decade, but 'boat loads' seems like an appropriate sum. My boring business mind aside, Hobbiton was pretty spectacular. Kept in pristine condition, taking Gandalf's Crossing into Hobbiton was like entering the mythical Middle Earth itself. All of it ended (where else?) at the Green Dragon, where you were offered a pale ale, dark ale or ginger beer that is brewed specifically for Hobbiton. While tour guides worked like clockwork to ensure tours moved steadily throughout the Shire set, they had fantastic tidbits of information about the movie that would drop the jaws of any LOTR geek, myself included. Did you know that Peter Jackson insisted on four more Hobbit Holes being built on an adjacent hillside just in case the camera panned out and caught that hill in the background? As we'd say here: gila!

With my wallet empty and my knees rubbing my temples, I took my budget airline back to the Concrete Jungle. New Zealand was a wonderful experience which calls for a lot more time if you want to explore it probably. When high school teacher salaries rise to $150,000 in the States and we tack on another month of summer, I'd love to go back. Who knows? Maybe this bad boy will still be available for rent again....
