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.
Thoughts during a long layover at the Bermuda Triangle of airports.
Coming back home.
Astoria is cool — but hopefully not too cool.
Same time, same place, same result.
Gearing up for another Sunday.
Where to invest this month?
An odd little cultural phenomenon.
My mother doesn’t think the city life is all that.
I found a place that people want to visit.