Toyota Hiace – imported from Japan – former
wheelchair taxi – 4 cylinder petrol engine – 181,000
out as a camper by Cruzar Custom Campervans (https://cruzarcustomcampervans.co.nz/)
driver's compartment is standard – and the passenger
seat mostly storage for me. The engine is under the
seats, which means that you need to get out of the
driver's door to get into the living quarters.
sliding door on the passenger side opens onto the
kitchen – which has a sink with some storage
underneath – the 25 liter fresh water tank is also
under there. The gray water tank is under the van.
The 3 drawers hold cutlery,
cookware and dishes and camp stoves. The 22 liter
fridge runs on 12 volts.The bed is a high quality foam
mattress – king single
. Under the bed is a pantry
drawer and the porta potty.
Running down the side
are 2 large storage bins – one is more pantry and
various supplies, the other is clothes.
Because of the extra
height (interior is shoulder height for me) the rear
door is nice and high giving good shelter and not
posing a head knocking hazard.
space under the bed at the rear contains a large pull
out drawer full for backpacking supplies, a folding
table and chair, the fresh and grey water hoses and
the golf clubs.
The golf clubs fit into a
space designed for them.
There are two
comfortable seats – one using the bedding and a spare
pillow to form a kind of armchair.
the highlight is the dining/office chair and table.
The chair is mounted on the box that holds the deep
cycle battery. No solar yet, as recharging from the
alternator while driving is enough so far. The mount
is a swivel rocking chair mechanism – so the chair
rotates and reclines. The table is mounted on a
gooseneck so can be placed where needed. There is an
inverter behind the drivers seat for charging various
devices, including the laptop.I even have a printer!
first destination was south to walk the Routeburn /
Greenstone Track circuit. The Routeburn is a "Great
Walk" - which in NZ terms means that you must have
reserved hut bunks - or camp. The hut bunks are
normally all taken for the full season as soon as they
become available. 2021 was no exception - but Auckland
went into lockdown, and the Aucklanders were forced to
postpone or cancel their bookings.So I was able to
Days / 4 Nights on the Routeburn / Greenstone
December 10 – 14, 2021
Day 1 - I knew that it had been a long time since I
did a walk of this length. Around 30 years I
I was well prepared with all the essential gear, a
good selection of lightweight food, and even a new
Personal Locator Beacon. Despite this, I knew within
the first 2 hours that I had bitten off at least as
much as I could chew.
I was reminded of a conversation I once had with a
novice tramper. My mate Ted and I were attempting a
crossing of the Alps in Arthur's Pass (Trudge Col
from memory). We were washed out and ended up in a
hut on the Taramakau River with a school group. When
asked how he was going on his first ever tramp, the
lad replied “I like it Ok I guess, and I’m told
that, with experience, you come to enjoy the walking
too!” I enjoyed some of the walking on this circuit,
but I enjoyed all of the stopping a lot more.
I decided I needed to take it on as a physical and
psychological challenge. Excelsior!
The first day was a steady climb entirely through
the bush – fantastic. Various pack adjustments along
the route improved things considerably. The Falls
Hut was congenial, comfortable, and very welcome.
Day 2 – A superb day – one of the 10 best tramping
days ever in NZ for me! It started inauspiciously
when the Hut Warden announced that he had 20mm of
rain in his gauge overnight. The clouds were
swirling all around the hut with light rain. When
the warden posted the weather forecast at 9am it was
for improvement during the day. I resolved to wait
for 2 hours to try to let it clear – but after 1
hour: nearly everyone else was gone, I had read all
the history and natural guides in the hut, and I had
started to leaf through a year-old Readers Digest. I
So, the start of Day 2 was a continuation of Day 1 –
uphill through the bush – albeit with the Falls
right next door. In the past, at altitude, I have
found it useful to have a mantra to enforce a steady
slow pace. There was no altitude problem here (1277m
tops) but my lack of fitness required a similar
approach. I became the Little Engine That Could
“I think I can, I think I can…”, or reminded myself
“Walk then gawk, Gawk then walk…” when the scenery
was tempting, or the pithy and useful “Don’t trip,
don’t fall” for tree roots and rock hopping.
As I climbed, and the Falls thundered to my right, I
gained the bush line and the clouds slowly lifted to
reveal the basin and ridges to Harris Saddle. It
seemed that they rose just in time to keep in front
of me. I shed layers and enjoyed the emerging views.
This day, from the Falls to Lake Mackenzie, is, in
my experience, the most wonderful of all New Zealand
tramping days. It is 90% above bush line - through
tussock and wildflowers to the Harris Saddle – then
along the Hollyford Valley for gob-smacking views –
with the roaring Falls to start and a pristine
alpine lake to finish. Add nice huts with “happy
campers” and it doesn’t get much better.
For me, the transit of the tops was variable – some
sun and views, some looking over or into the mist.
Lake Mackenzie was in full sun. The afternoon of
swimming and splashing in the cold water and warm
sunshine had everyone laughing.
The lake shore is dotted with angular glacial
erratic boulders. I am surprised when people try to
sit on rocks like a stool. Clearly the best is to
find a soft spot on the grass with a slanted rock
for a backrest – so I did – and enjoyed the show.
Day 3 – For most walkers the Routeburn is a 3 Day /
2 Night walk. Day 3 starts with a steepish climb (“I
think I can”) that levels into a gentle traverse and
includes crossing below another impressive
waterfall. The others would continue out to the road
– while, after 4 hours, I turned left into the
Greenstone Valley to complete the circuit.
Along the traverse I got some of the views missed
yesterday. I had not touched the camera since the
start, and over time have come to embrace
camera-free days more and more. I have plenty of
images of flowers, and cascades, and mountain tops –
and know that a camera can mean trading present
experience and pleasure for future memories and
creative activity. For some nice photos in weather
similar to mine try: https://www.walkmyworld.com/posts/32-photos-to-inspire-you-to-hike-the-routeburn-track
More than 90% of the trampers had only their phones
– no camera. I have never been a believer in the
cellphone as camera, but decided I better join the
selfie generation. Here is mine:
the trail junction it is possible to make a
side-trip to Key Summit. I have been to Key Summit
only once before – and know that it is unique. It is
a close as New Zealand comes to an alpine meadow –
tarns, creeks, wildflowers, and views down 3
valleys. So, I wanted to drop the pack and make the
side trip. The hour-long steep climb would have been
fine (“I knew I could”), but the steep descent on my
tender knees was worrying, and my body was saying it
would like an afternoon’s rest. I did the sensible
thing. In other words, I wimped out. (“I knew I
shouldn’t”). The last 2 hours on the flat in the
bush was really just a hands-in-pockets stroll, or
would have been if not for the whole beast of burden
I love the New Zealand bush. It is so primitive, so
dense, so green, so mossy and ferny, and so gnarly.
But, also so dead. I saw only 4 birds on the
Routeburn (2 tom tits and 2 kea) despite seeing 400
hundred or more traps for introduced predators -
rats and stoats. I was told things are getting
better – but I would have seen many more native
birds at home. The Land of the Birds has been
harshly treated by we humans.
In a first-in-a-lifetime experience, I had the
entire 20 bunk McKellar Hut to myself. Something of
a contrast to the 50 or so the previous nights. All
good really – and luckily someone had left a
week-old newspaper with undone puzzles, and I had
some scraps of paper to write a bit of this journal.
4 – My most recent forecast called for rain – so
when I woke to high cloud I skipped coffee and
headed down the valley. The
light rain did eventually arrive, but was never more
than an annoyance. The track alternated between bush
and river flats, with a few cattle, and 1
one-person-at-a-time long, bouncy swing bridge,
thrown in. At Greenstone Hut I found a few trampers
who were doing one leg of the Te Araroa Trail (https://www.teararoa.org.nz/ ). This is a length of the
country walk split into sections. I had never heard
of it so it was fun to hear their plans and stories.
At least 2 were limping.
5 – The tail sign said 3 to 5 hours to the road end
from the hut. My shuttle was scheduled for 12:45. I
took no chances and started at 7am. Again, no
morning coffee. This section had a lot of
frustrating undulations – up 50m then down, then up
(“I think I can”) and repeat. It finished with a
nice last meeting with the river to stroll along its
banks. I was out by 11am – so the coffee was in the
morning after all.
I am starting to feel fitter – but still have a way
to go. There are guided walks that do this route –
see: https://www.ultimatehikes.co.nz/multi-day-guided-walks/grand-traverse/ - so perhaps next time it
will be my bank account and not my body that
The weather had turned wet - and I needed rest and
laundry, so I spent a few days in Arrowtown
Arrowtown is a historic gold mining town - In the
1860s the rush was on.
the cottages that they built in that era survive.
Meanwhile, the new gold rush in Arrowtown is not
sparkly metal, but rather scenic escape. And the
cottages built by the people rushing in are somewhat
you purchased this cottage near downtown for the $NZ
1.865 million selling price you would be very close
to the quirky and challenging Arrowtown Golf course
On the way back to Christchurch for Christmas I
had a magic day in My Cook - the 600m climb and descent
on a steep staircase track tested both my fitness on the
ascent and my knees on the descent.Both passed (B- minus
Christmas with our adopted Kiwi family in
Christchurch was great.
I spent New Years Eve at a party at the Boathouse
in Nelson - on the harbour, brilliant sunset, nice
supper, funky R&B band and chats to interesting
people. A good start/end to the year.
Following which it was "over the hill" to Golden
Bay, where I did another 5 day/4 night tramp. This time
with my new pack (Osprey Rook
- recommended), and
this time an easier goal.
The first day on the Heaphy is a steady climb of
about 800 metres over 16.5 km through the bush. The
track is exceeding well benched and graded as it is an
old packhorse track originally surveyed and built in the
1880s. I gave the occasionally whinny of thanks and
appreciation. It was easy walking, but an 800m climb is
still an 800m climb - so plenty of rest stops to enjoy
the bush (be still my beating heart).The next days was a
dawdle to reach the Gouland Downs - where I spent two
The Downs is an area just at and above treeline
with a large variety of native flora - and a great place
for a long day walk - then it was back out down the way
I came in. My boots fell apart on the way out - held
together with duct tape at the end. Never buy HiTec
I had 2 weeks in Golden Bay - walking and golfing
and beaching. The golden sand gives the place it's name.
It is also the home to my favourite beach in New Zealand
- Whakariki Beach - as shown in the Windows screensaver.
Then it was off to Wellington via the ferry to
have a look at the North Island. First stop was the
eco-sanctuary of Zealandia
- a "mainland island".
It was the Wellington water supply
catchment in Victorian times. The valley is now
protected by a predator proof fence and is now host to a
truly inspiring population of New Zealand native
Lots of variety of flora.
And fantastic birds, sleepy shags, North
Island Robin, Tui, Kaka and more
And NZ's living fossil - the Tuatara. What an
afternoon! And you may have noticed that I have given up
on the phone and started using the camera again - I
believe that I can manage to not let it control me - and
I do like having the pictures..
The next stop was another eco-sanctuary - this
time an actual island. Kapati Island has been a bird
sanctuary since the government purchased it in 1897. All
the introduced mammals were finally eliminated in the
1980s and many threatened species have found homes
The ride over starts with a beach launch, I like
ferns, female and male Hihi (stitchbirds).
Whanganui is at the mouth of the river. It has a
proud history and a very pleasant ambiance.
In Victorian times people came from all
over the world to ride the paddle steamers on what Mark
Twain called "the Rhine of New Zealand". The Waimarie
has been restored and provides a pleasant morning cruise
under the supervision of the kingfisher.
A hundred years ago they built a new suburb
at the top of the river bluff - but no one wanted to
live there because of the climb. So they dug a tunnel
into the bluff to meet an elevator to the top, and it is
still running (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Durie_Hill_Elevator
Some workers commute by elevator from their hilltop
homes to the city. Pretty cool.
The province of Taranaki is dominated by the
volcano. My visit started with a very pleasant evening
with friends of friends.
Like most New Zealand provincial centres, New
Plymouth has a number of lovely parks. The fancy white
bridge was at the lake where I parked up waiting to the
weather to improve (this is a picture of a picture). I
waited a day to get better conditions for the Pouakai Circuit
- 3 days/2 nights.
The first day of the circuit was my hardest
tramping day of the trip so far - 7 hours including
~300metres down and ~600metres up. The first half of the
day was through fabulous rainforest - a moss and fern
lovers paradise. I would have been in heaven except that
the track was sent from the devil - winding in and out
of every side canyon and up and down every gully, always
over slippery tree root staircases with knee high steps
(impossible to capture, but spot the trail blaze?).
Happily the second half of the day was mostly above the
bushline and on continuous engineered track - staircases
and boardwalks. This continued for the rest of the route
and is the most extensive, impressive and welcome track
engineering that I have seen in New Zealand - and really
anywhere outside of Nepal. Even on this great track the
climb of Mt. Henry was still a grunt (be still my
beating heart). Unhappily for the last hour the weather
turned from sun to squally rain. Happily the two
trampers who had arrived at the hut ahead of me had the
Day 2 was effectively a rest day - down
across the Ahukawakawa swamp and onto the flank of the
volcano. Two hours to a nice hut shared with the track
Day 3 gave views from Taranaki looking back at
the older hills (previous location of the volcano)
crossed in days 1 and 2. My new boots (Keen) were a real
success, no issues despite the soaking on day 1.
been reading New Zealand history - especially
related to the New Zealand wars. One notable Maori
leader was Te Kooti (https://nzhistory.govt.nz/war/te-kootis-war)
who ended up living in the town of Te Kuiti. His
story is also told in one of my favourite works of
historical fiction (Season of the Jew). I thought
that the similarity of the names must imply a
tighter connection - but it is just a coincidence.
Zealand town has a war memorial, Te Kuiti goes
several better with the meeting house donated by Te
Kooti, and statues dedicated to Colin "Pinetree"
Meads (the consensus best ever rugby player) and a
giant shearer (Te Kuiti being the home to the Golden
Tourists have been visiting
worm caves for more than 125 years. The caves
have the usual "mites" and "tites, but it is the glow
worms that are the "stars" - making constellations
across the roof of the cavern and beyond. Great fun.
Photography in a cave without a tripod is hopeless -
so a hand held 2 second exposure of the glow worms and
some blurry formations will need to suffice to prove
that I was there.
My visit to the coastal
resort of Raglan was on the final day of a holiday
weekend. The place was hopping, but I mostly laid low,
watched the Super Bowl semi-finals, and enjoyed a
really tasty battered snapper and chips at the wharf.
My run of golden weather had
to end sometime. So it did. As I blasted through
Hamilton and Auckland, a strong on-shore wind sprang
up. In quick succession my ferry ride to Tiritiri
Matangi, a swim at the marine sanctuary at Goat
Island, and a coastal walk at Mangawhai Heads were all
scrubbed. I switched to the west coast with some
The Waipoua Forest is
the largest remnant of the kauri forests that once
covered the northern half of the north island. They
were exploited for both wood and gum. the largest
remaining tree is Tane Mahuta (Lord of the Forest)
with his humble servant for scale.
The Hokianga Harbour is
huge and wild, with a convenient ferry to save a bit
of driving. A check of the weather map and the rain
radar made it look like I could make it to Cape Rienga
on Saturday morning to be in place there when a
squally front passed through to be clearing by Sunday
morning. I went for it - a sometimes wild ride in the
wind. I went to the Cape upon arrival only to find it
blanketed in thick fog, so down to the campground to
wait it out. I felt really sorry for the late arrivals
trying to set up their tents in the howling gusts, but
it was pretty funny too. The predicted rain pelted
For some reason I woke much earlier than usual
and made a start. I made the 10 minute drive back to the
Cape parking lot to find it still in thick mist. I
decided to make the walk to the lighthouse anyway, and
as I started the mist lifted. It swirled and the sun
slowly emerged. With true serendipity I had the best 30
minutes of the day for the walk. Truly magical. I know
that you know this, but the words and pictures provide
only the barest hint of what it was like. You just had
to be there.
The feeling was emphasized by the knowledge that
in Maori legend the Cape is the departure point for the
spirits of the dead to make the journey over the sea to
the ancestral homeland. A spiritual place. And, like all
"ends of the earth" it is wild and rugged with the
surging waters of the Pacific Ocean and the Tasman Sea
roiling below. Wow. Now, southbound.
I didn't get access to 90 Mile Beach that runs
the length of the west coast of the far north, except
where it spills over to the east as giant sand dunes. I
went to the Mangonui Fish Shop
as 2 mates had
independently recommended it as the "best fish and chips
in New Zealand". I had the Bluenose and a local
chardonnay - which was excellent and served on the deck
over the harbour - so all good - even at $30 for fish
and chips! I was happy.
I visited the Waitangi Treaty
Grounds 182 years
and 1 day after February 6, 1840. Admission included a
guided tour of the grounds and a Maori cultural
performance. The museum was excellent, as were both the
tour and the performance. The museum gives a warts and
all view of the "partnership" between the Crown and the
Maori; the guide made it clear that the discrepancies
between the English and Maori versions of the document
had yet to be resolved, and the performance was
genuinely respectful, but also great fun and done with
Kawakawa is a nice provincial town with an
excellent freedom camping setup, $3 hot showers at the
pool, and a very pleasant library - so a great place to
catch up on communication on a drizzly day. It also has
a steam train down the main street on weekends, and is
one of the few places where the public toilets
are a tourist attraction.
They are dedicated to local/Austrian artist
Hundertwasser and the whole town has taken on his funky
colorful mosaic vibe.
A short ferry ride across the Bay of
Islands from Waitangi gets you to Kororareka, the first
European settlement in NZ - today called Russell. There
is lots of history here too, but it is also a an
attractive and pleasant beach resort. This is in strong
contrast to the early 1800s when it was a rough whaling
supply station known as the "Hell Hole". Darwin visited
in 1835 and said it was the home to "the
very refuse of society". With the cove, beaches, and
cottages it has a real feel of coastal New England -
The history here revolves around the story of Hone Heke
- I won't tell
it here, but it is worth a read. Hone was among the
first tribal leaders to sign the Treaty, but was soon
dis-satisfied with the British. In an act of rebellion
he and his warriors cut down the flagstaff at Kororareka
4 times. The 4th time, the town was looted then
destroyed by naval bombardment and the first NZ war was
started. When I walked to the flagstaff, it was off
limits as it had been attacked over the 182nd
anniversary of the Treaty signing as a protest.
The war saw several heavy defeats of the British
at Maori "pa" - specially constructed fortified sites.
Few of these battle sites have survived - as the Maori
normally abandoned them when they had served their
purpose. One historian said words to the effect that
"after the Maori retreated the settlers took over,
cleared the evidence, started farming, and named the
nearest road for the commander of the British forces".
An exception is Ruapekapeka Pa
- "The Bats Nest".
It is extremely well set out with a nice walking track
and plenty of informative and respectful signage. Today
the site is in the rolling pastoral hills of Northland,
but the track to the site gives a hint of the conditions
at the time - and the difficulty of the British getting
their guns in place. The track goes first to the British
encampment, for a memorial to their fallen, and a view
of the Pa site. Then across the battle field to the Pa
itself - where remains of the trenches and
fortifications remain. I was lucky enough to have the
place to myself, as the school group arrived as I was
leaving, and the drizzle threatened but never arrived.
I had tried to stay overnight on Tiritiri Matang
eco-sancuary on the way north, but was blow out. The
same thing happened going south, but at least this time
I was able to get there for the day.
pictures of birds. I never thought I would take so
many - but if you go to wild places in New Zealand,
the birds are the highlights. On Tiritiri they have
introduced the flightless Takahe - once thought
extinct but now breeding. The birdsong in the bush,
especially from the bellbirds and tuis, was so loud
and sustained that, combined with the cicadas, it
easily overcame my tinitus and deafness. Superb.
back through Auckland and parked up at the
sports field complex just outside of Thames - where
I had good 4G coverage for watching the Super Bowl.
I enjoyed the game, but the Hip Hop Halftime show
made me feel really old and really white.
More birds - after the game
the adjacent sports field was covered with a zillion
oystercatchers - I had never seen more than 2 together
before - and then they all took flight.
The walk to the Pinnacles
Hut up the Kauaeranga valley is a 500 meter climb
mostly up a 100 year old packhorse trail or steps and
cobblestones. A good chance to have a bit of a blowout
after recent relative sloth. The track is remarkably
well preserved and very welcome, but the history is
The trail was built by the
kauri loggers in the early 1900s. The trees were too
big to cart down the rough terrain, so they built dams
in the valleys, stored the logs behind them until it
rained, then washed them all down in the floods. Some
of the dams remain - but the kauri were all taken -
many smashed to bits along the way.
As the bush is now
protected, the track is through regenerating native
forest with many young kauri, plus rimu and other
species. Come back in 500 years and the track may be
gone but the trees will be back. The summit track to
the Pinnacles is a further 180 metres up over steps
and ladders - with nice views back over the central
Coromandel mountains and the hut.
need to look pretty hard to find a more pleasant
coastal drive than the hour or so between Thames and
Coromandel Town. A sedate 50 kph along the sequence
of beaches, mudflats and headlands, with curves but
not tortuously twisty, and plenty of turnouts to let
faster folk pass, in the sunshine with Coldplay on
the stereo - quite nice. Coromandel Town is a
suitably relaxed and quaint destination for this
journey, but it is the east coast beaches that make
Coromandel a holiday destination.
northern end of the sealed road it is a 20 minute
walk to Wainuiototo - aka New Chums Beach. If you
like azure water, white sand and fringing Nikau
palms, then you will like this place. As I shared
the beach with 4 other people I was forced to walk
an extra 100 metres before skinny dipping in the
gentle warm sea. Superb.
Heading south delivers one
amazing beach, with a pleasant beach village, after
another. Cooks Beach is where Cook stopped and
observed the transit of Mercury - naming the place
Mercury Bay. Hei Hei beach is the gateway for
Cathedral Cove -- about as opposite in tourist numbers
and activities from Wainuiototo as you can get. At Hot
water Beach they dig shallow holes at low tide for a
free spa bath. But the fact that the water was
bubbling hot in places, and that the day was in the
high 20s Celsius,meant that I chose to swim in the sea
- as at all these beaches. I am not really a beach
holiday sort of person, but this stretch of coast
almost converted me.
Like the Kauri loggers
further north the gold miners of the Karangahake
George left huge environmental damage - with digging
of the ore, baking, crushing, and extraction with
cyanide in huge plants consuming earth, water and
trees. Also like the loggers the
left behind evidence of remarkable engineering.
a 1.1 kilometer rail tunnel, the light at the end of
which now has rail trail cyclists waiting to ride
through. The tracks around the site are well laid
out and full of good information plus, with the
regeneration of the bush, a pleasant nature walk
Saying that Waihi is a
gold mining town is an understatement. Yes, there is a
long history of mining here. And yes, there is an
active gold mine too. But the striking thing is the
open pit in the centre of town. These 2 photos were
taken about 50 meters apart.
of Plenty + Tongariro
Bay of Plenty is another
James Cook name, and this area is indeed productive
and fruitful. My first port of call was Mt. Maunganui
Even though I have been on
holiday I haven't visited many holiday resort places.
So, I decided to call into Mt. Maunganui, staying at
the holiday park at the bottom of the Mount. The
resort town was full of bars and restaurants, and the
beach busy during the day. I tried to go to the burger
joint recommended in the guidebook, but it was closed
on Sunday. So, I went to the place called Good Burgers
next door, but, unfortunately it didn't live up to
it's name. I did laundry and moved on.
I called into Te Puke, The
Kiwifruit Capital of the World, in a downpour. I had
hoped to try the new red variety and get some freshly
picked fruit, but was too early for the picking
season. The vines were laden. My nose is not
super-sensitive, but I could smell Rotorua long before
reaching it. More properly, I could smell the sulphur
smell from geo-thermal activity before reaching
Rotorua - because the geo-thermal region stretches
from White Island offshore south to the volcanoes of
Tongariro National Park.
The Victorians came to
Rotorua to "take the waters". The historic Bath House
building is closed awaiting earthquake strengthening,
but the croquet lawns are still in good shape.
The earth has only a few
thermal areas that contain geysers - principally
Yellowstone, Iceland, Kamkatcha, and Rotorua. The
northern hemisphere geysers are bigger, but the
Rotorua field of Whakarewarewa contains a living Maori
village, and is thus an interesting blend of natural
wonder and cultural experience. The locals still use
the hot springs for cooking, and there is a school for
traditional arts onsite. The guide walked us right out
onto the silica terrace about 5 metres from the
world's fourth largest geyser - Pohutu - admittedly
between eruptions, but you don't get that in
Yellowstone! See below for a short video of the
I visited 4 thermal areas - Whakarewarewa/Te
Puia, Maunganui, Orakei Krakao, and Tongariro National
Park spaced over a few hundred kilometres north to
walked around the central city including the area around
the Beehive, which had been cleared of protesters the
previous day in a violent confrontation. Then on the
ferry for another placid crossing and back to
Christchurch to switch the van for my electric car (none
to soon with petrol prices hitting $3 per litre thanks
to Putin's war), get my wrist "fixed" and see where life
goes next. I hope that you enjoyed the ride.