I'm writing from a bar/cafe/internet outpost in Westport on the West Coast. I THOUGHT this blog would be about the amazing time we had in Abel Tasman or the revisiting of Shambhala, but instead, I'm going to b*tch about our car troubles. Bear with me. Cait and I had pulled off to the side of the road to look at the map and see where we were going to stop for the night. We left Shambhala and the Golden Bay. After deciding to keep on going on to the Pancake Rocks down the West Coast, I pulled back onto the road to travel another hour or so. That's when we heard an awful clang and a scraping noise. "Shit," we both said at the same time. I stopped the car and we took a look under
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