I’ve moved into a working hostel in Northern Victoria – snagging a job in the brief few weeks that farms allowed new backpackers in before slamming their doors shut once more due to coronavirus spikes.
What no one had mentioned, yet what is all over the internet, was how ridiculous the weather is down here.
A year is not enough time. But oh, what a year it was…
I have not been a useful blogger in these last months, but then again, I don’t know if that matters.
I can’t wait for right now.
… won’t you tell me your name? One of the most common themes as summer has faded in New Zealand is fellow travelers sighing about how lonely and exhausting it is. … Continue reading Hello, I Love You
Kiwis are astounded that the US just got chips a few years ago and that it isn’t even common to have a PIN on your credit card chip yet – they’ve moved miles beyond that technology by now.
Instead of going south to camp, I turned north.
There are no wrong turns here, no rules even exist for me to break.
Slowly, slowly, me and Goldie.