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.
Highway travel in the USA.
That’s just the traveling life.
What’s worse, babies crying or grown men?
Country number 88.
… of all places.
Waxing on about the departure of a friend of the way.
Is it time to return home?
What makes a good story?
In Prague with an old friend who showed me the way.
A visit in Prague from the guy who showed me the way.