New Zealand

How Much Does a Bungy Jump Cost?

May 25, 2010

Bungy jumping is a rite of passage for today’s travellers. The height of the bungy jump, is effectively your travel penis: Mine’s bigger than yours. Mine was more beautiful. Mine went wrong. Mine splashed me. However, such mighty adventure sports can come at extremely high prices, and bruise even the tightest budget. Take your phallus […]

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Tips & Advice for Wellington Airport

March 26, 2010

Would you take a dog-eared dollar, over a stiff back? Are you travelling from Wellington International Airport at ridiculous-o’clock and your travel mates are panicking? Are you a Brit in search of a cheap Battle Cruiser? If you’re getting sweaty at the axillas, at the thought of diuretic-dollars, then grab this branch of budget advice, […]

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On the Fringe of Wellington Society

March 23, 2010

If you’re one of the growing number who indulges me on Twitter, then you already know I currently live in Wellington, New Zealand (Aotearoa). However, this might come as a surprise to the more casual readers of this dedicated travel blog, as its pages are somewhat entrenched on the backpacking trails of Western Australia, over […]

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Trails of the Unexpected

September 4, 2009

I stare at the newspaper. It wasn’t me. I gawp at the television. It wasn’t me. I trawl through the internet. It wasn’t me! I listen to the radio, podcasts, and conversations on the bus. It WASN’T me! At least — I hope it wasn’t me?

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Returning to New Zealand

August 13, 2009

It was close to midnight as the pilot mumbled that we were about to descend. I looked around the cabin, a gallery of oval frames. In a dozen of them, I glanced the burning embers of Wellington. Street lamps flowed in channels off the rumpled hills that shepherd the city to the southern coast New […]

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A Haphazard Birthday

August 4, 2009

Heart thumping. Eyes sweating. Palms clenched. Girlfriend weeping. People staring. Lady smiling. Jaw gripped. Foot shuffling. Mind racing. We were checking in one hour before our scheduled departure, and the lady at the check-in desk was telling us we weren’t getting on the flight. Lady smiling. Palms clenched.

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