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.
I need to get back to work.
Going to Kyiv.
Where I went and what I did throughout the previous year.
Home for the holidays, like I should be.
So bad it’s good.
Hey, at least I tried.
I’m not there yet.
Why do airlines hate their passengers?
The role of gear in content collection and distribution.