Kia Ora! I am writing from my Uncle Sabin and Aunt Claire's house in Invercargill, New Zealand, a.k.a. "The Big I." Its a quiet farm town on the very bottom of the South Island, and it is also the birthplace of my father. I am actually sitting in the very house my dad grew up in, so the memories have been pouring out after his 20 year exile from the Town He Loved So Well. (great song by Phil Coulter - look it up) Today we journeyed every southwards to Bluff, a rundown shanty town named Bluff that is literally at the ends of the earth. It also happens to be the butt of many jokes. My dad complained all the way down there cause its basically a glorified shithole, but it was an interesting sojourn.
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