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To: TobagoJack who wrote (47407)	3/16/2004 4:42:36 PM
From: Maurice Winn	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 74559

Hi Jay, from gold country deep in the alps in the south of New Zealand. G401 Q640 which means I was wrong to suggest you short QCOM. I'm glad you didn't take up my double your money back guarantee. I'm in the cyber stone age here, in a cyberroom, having had to walk into town instead of firing up my 1xEV-DO phragmented photon fuel cell powered Anita [TM] device. People will regale their grandchildren about how they had to gather in a room to link to cyberspace. It'll be like our grandparents using coppers, coal ranges and the like [which I know are still in use in lots of places]. I poked my head in a gold mine in the hills by Hokatika. It wasn't a tourist tunnel. It was just a random hole nearby our accommodation, out in the bush, down a muddy track. There were a couple of rusty old wagon wheels near the entrance. It was raining. I nearly got lost in the bush [it's a very disused area with a sort of track through the trees]. The whole district was founded on gold. Now it's all abandoned. The Chinese gold miners who came out from Canton and the area have long gone, though the archeological evidence and photographic evidence of their presence remains in Arrowtown. Their gold lust seems to have been passed on intact to you. Now the cash flow is in cyberspace, tourism, fun and eating. Corpulent tourists who wouldn't survive the first winter swan around in campervans. I poked my head in the tunnel but thought the roof might collapse so didn't venture inside. I fished around in the sediment in the bottom of a creek but it was cold and my hands didn't make a good panning tool. Some chunky nuggets are still found in the area - displayed in an Arrowtown shop. I think the Aztec realm has gone. I looked for signs of life but all I see is cyberrom clicking. The Easter Islanders have gone too. Their huge valuable heads carved out of the rock with great effort a sad relic of a time gone by. Meanwhile, 3D calls again. The call of the wild. Better go. Out here, it's weird to think of the carnage in Khyber Pass [a road in Auckland, which is great for traffic jams], Beijing [with pollution and crowds], the poverty of India combined with heat, swarms of people and contented cows being fed by passers by, the busy people of Wall Street hurrying by their sacred metal charging bull. The Indian cow is nicer than the charging metal American bull but the bull does seem to achieve a lot. Hmmm, I'll reflect on that as I wander back to base. Over and out, Mqurice