Hey everyone, look what I got!
For a chunk of change I rented myself a car for the week and will be driving on the right/wrong left/right side of the road for the next six days.
While trying not to get myself killed.
Famous last words, right?
Thankfully my friends in Sydney let me practice on their car. Twice.
It’ll be fine. I already spent yesterday afternoon driving around running errands and only lost a hubcap. No, really. It’s in the trunk now.
Why am I doing this? Because New Zealand has some gorgeous scenery I want to see.
Because it’s summer back home and I haven’t had my annual road trip, although Suzanne it just won’t be the same without you and Bella and the banjo.
Because I’m crazy out of my mind homesick right now and a good road trip is the last best way I know to get my travel spark back.
Because if I were a guy I would do it. If I were a guy I’d be all manly macho and rent a car and drive on the right/wrong left/right side of the road without crying already. So there. I got me some wheels. RAWR.
What are these amazing things I want to see?
Mud holes. Hot gooey mud holes that I plan to sit in.
Worms. Fat glow-in-the-dark worms that live in caves.
And the homes of imaginary little people.
So, obviously, completely sane and rational things to put my life in jeopardy for. And of course it’s one of the most unique ecosystems on the planet. There’s that.
Here we go! If you don’t hear from me in a week, send the troops, or just assume I’ve moved in.