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.
Looking for an ice rink.
On getting my third passport.
I guess it takes a get drunk in the park festival to get me out of the house these days.
My first full-length documentary.
Another YouTube milestone.
We depend on rich expats worldwide for this one.
So you want to go out along the New Silk Road, do ya?
From where? Budget air travel means hopping jets in the middle of nowhere.
You can’t just plug a camera into a computer.
Where I’ve been showing up this month.