Surfing the trend (and other bad puns)
August 5th 2010 Having crossed the water on a ferry jam-packed with containers of smelly cows, we arrived on the North Island. It was a pretty boring crossing from Picton to Wellington, punctuated with a movie, which was groaningly, predictably Lord of the Rings.
Not bothered about cultural milestones like capital cities, we stopped only briefly in Windy Welly, pushing north towards Rotorua. This town lives of
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