I guess this gives a new twist on the title of the old song.
When visiting the Iconic whale watching tourist destination of Kaikoura in New Zealand's South Island, I was hugely impressed with the public toilet.
I did note the `no tolerance for graffiti' sign outside bravo!,
complete with photos of offenders and the resulting lack of
defacement in a spotlessly clean facility.
Terrific , well done !
I was restfully reflecting on this pro active initiative while perched
securely in a stall ( and spotless it was) as I entering into my
daily contemplation of planetary movements
WHEN!
I glanced up ?
"Here the photo can best describe the view."
Suddenly the experience took on a whole new dimension.
I was not especially expecting an interactive experience, in this bastion of privacy.
a sudden rush of questions flooded my ...well mind.
Simultaneously all other motion froze,
I felt like a possum in the headlights of the council rubbish truck,
my life flashed before my eyes and I was incapable of reaction ,so stunned was I.
Was it a link to Kaikoura Council headquarters ,
in colour?,
with sound bites ,
was it sublet to a pay channel on Internet TV ?
- utube perhaps ?
Did it profile the victim, with face ?.. recognition technology
Who archived the footage ,
was it a direct link to the mayors office desk ?
Who is the mayor?
and WHAT were they thinking!
protecting a few glazed tiles with this level of surveillance ?
What are my rights here.
Actually` here' held very little appeal to complete the job at hand. (I know bad choice of words but you get the drift).
suddenly I saw the whole Whale Watching industry mindset with a different view
- an intrusive one, if this was anything to go by.
Denizen's of the deep, I fear for your privacy.
Hell I fear for mine.
I put my shades on wrapped a scarf around my neck
and got out'a that mans town.
