

Dunedin, New Zealand
We dragged our sleepy arses onto the Magic Bus at about 7.45 this morning, bound for Dunedin. The route took us through Cromwell and Alexandra, arriving in the most Scottish of New Zealand's cities (Dunedin is the Celtic word for Edinburgh) at around 1pm.
We've landed ourselves an AWESOME hostel here and it's just off the Octagon, the central hub of the city where you find the Town Hall, a statue of Robbie Burns, St. Paul's Cathedral and the Dunedin Public Art G...