My first glimpses of New Zealand (around 11:30am) were through haze and fog. I could see just enough to realize that it was probably gorgeous, and that I wasn't seeing any of it. It was extremely frustrating.
Dense fog on approaching New Zealand
When they called us down to the Ambassador Lounge to go through the New Zealand customs procedures, I had to wait in line for about 20 minutes. Through the windows, I could see that we'd left the fog, and were entering Lyttelton. It was all I could do to keep myself from leaving the line and going up on deck to see the sights.
By a million to one probability, (much less, I know, but it did seem amazing), the one customs agent I was processed by (out of four) happened to notice that my birthday was today. He shook my hand, and then told me that his birthday was today also! That was pretty amazing...