The More Things Change…

As a new day dawned and the temperature in my tent began to soar, I changed into my togs and went for a dip in the Mighty Waikato. The soothing feeling of cool freshwater engulfing me on a hot summers morning is one of my favourite things. It was so nice to dive into the river and float…

Just Another Fucking Auckland Story

After such madness on the highway, I was looking forward to a bit of relaxation at Conor’s place. He was still up when I got there so we caught up over a few beers and whiskies before he toddled off to bed. In the morning Conor went through a fairly sparse list of chores, which mainly involved feeding the cats (Harry and…

Madness on the Highway

My next assignment was back up in Auckland; my elder brother, Conor, and his fiancé, Kate, were heading down to Kuratau for a much needed break over new year’s and I had been drafted in to cat/house-sit for a week. The price for putting two cats into a cattery in Auckland is about $30 a day, so by…

Homeward Bound (Part 2)

Despite our awkward greeting, it was great to see the Germans girls again. Isabella, Inga, Laura, and Lily seemed genuinely pleased to see me too; they’d had a fun but crazy time out east, working and staying with a friendly, mad, alcoholic couple and their newborn baby. But after two weeks they were keen for a bit…

Homeward Bound (Part 1)

Marty dropped me at the turnoff to highway 23, which would take me to Hamilton and beyond. We hugged it out and said goodbye. Having never hitched before, he dropped me at a fairly dodgy location; just past a sharp corner where oncoming cars wouldn’t see me until they had nearly past. After the fifth car raced by I…

Regan in Raglan (Part 2)

Without a clue what to do, I headed to a campground for the night. I still had cans of food from the start of my journey, plus some cake and other assorted foodstuffs that Steve and Ange had insisted on giving me, so I wasn’t going to starve. Once my tent was up I grew restless so decided to make my…

Regan in Raglan (Part 1)

Raglan is a small beachside town, located about 50km west of Hamilton. It’s mainly populated with surfers, artists, and ageing hippies. The last official census put the number of residents at just under 3000, though locals assure me that due to the prevalent streak of anti authoritarianism that abounds, the true figure was probably double that.…

Bombay – It’s Da Bomb (ay?)

[Apologies to one and all for that disgraceful title – I glared at my screen for an age before settling on it. It was either that or some fucking awful Bombay Sapphire pun. Considering that, you got off pretty lightly] About an hour south of Auckland, the Bombay Hills act as an unofficial dividing line…

Let’s Hunt Some Auck

After the mad stag do and my happy birthday hangover it was time to get stuck into some real work again. I would be helping out my brother and his partner Kate – they own a charming little house in Sandringham and had a bit of work for me to do around the place. The…