Flying budget airlines is like entering a different culture: you learn their ways and follow suit … or go home.
I get hosed by Travelex … again.
With this, I close the book on New Zealand … until next time.
All this money, all this time, all this travel, to do what?
There is probably only one thing I can complain about in New Zealand.
I had no idea these things existed.
Beautiful. Almost too beautiful.
There is no such thing as right angles in nature … or in New Zealand’s road network.
It wasn’t a conventional place to stay the night, but it worked.
We traveled into the Puketi forest and found a little more of the prime directive of tourism than we perhaps bargained for.
The airports are empty. The highways deserted.
Who’s going to pay the rent?
Are we creating an even greater threat than the pandemic itself?
A complete season of travels wiped out.
As in any pursuit, you learn as you go.
Talking about the New Silk Road in Ann Arbor.
Put your head down and work.
I need to get back to work.
Going to Kyiv.