

Mount Ruapehu, New Zealand
Volcano country. Oh yeah, and the odd earthquake.
After sampling the chilled and excellent delights of Wellington's nightlife on the 31st, getting roped into drinking too much Havana Club (Abi's such a bad influence, absolutely nothing to do with me honest guv'nor), and then enduring a hang which could only be eased by a bout of retail action (you are gonna love the LRG zip-up Neighbs), we blurrily drove up the North Island to a village called National Park....