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.
What it’s really all about.
Out of Kenya but still Trevor’ed.
The apex before the fall.
It’s a defunct war zone that’s on the verge of collapse. But, don’t fear, we’re very woke here.
This place sucks (now).
And cross a proverbial Rubicon.
Nomadic Backpacker is still trapped.
A different year than most.
Was I infected?