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 through the fence at another path.
What’s the point of traveling when it’s all the same as back home?
What does this tattoo really mean?
The best year of fathering yet.
On being treated like a somebody.
This should be adopted around the world.
Spoiler: It’s not for storing data (as my wife learned the hard way).
The appropriation of the chicken wing.
Once again going on the Beeb.
This may be what travel is all about.