I do in fact recall saying... "I really wanna go travelling... I wanna meet new people, see new things... And just get out of my comfort zone. I hate being too comfortable."I'll eat my words next time. Swallow them. And poop them out into the sea, where they can never reach me again. It seems I've reached a new level of comfort. I'm stuck in a whirlwind of Queenstown, booze and BUNGY JUMPS. That's right folks. I only went and jumped off a sodding...

Never guess who I found? ... Someone who's apparently spent a lot of time in the sun... Without the company of Sun screen... A very red, peeled, Moses Bloody Hutchinson! He's alive! Back in Dunedin, I figured it was time to pick up my feet again... I'd gotten comfortable... A little too comfortable... To the point that I'd have happily stayed forever. The two weeks I'd spent there flew by so quickly! Sorry, I'm writing this blog, and th...