Storyline: Home to home westward
One can’t be but fit in Wellington, NZ. The city itself is confined on the narrow strip between steep hills and the ocean. Continue reading “Wellington – hills and cappuccinos”
Where winding roads, rusty rails, iffy health and lean budget meet the calm
One can’t be but fit in Wellington, NZ. The city itself is confined on the narrow strip between steep hills and the ocean. Continue reading “Wellington – hills and cappuccinos”
Well, we went South, as far South as we could, all the way to New Zealand. Continue reading “When things go South”
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