

Wellington North Island, New Zealand
We have left the potato picking irish man to fend for himself and headed north.
Our voyage across new zealand lands is like a journey across a page three dinner convention we follow spilt spagetti straw like roads which wind amongst hair extension like bush and of course massive twin peaks.
Each small town we pass is like a location for delieverence the sequel. Incest is like pokiemon here its the fashion.
Funny voyage up to the north where we ...