Ten days and 2,000 Ks.
Life’s a beach.
It only takes about 30 minutes of hitchhiking in the dark with a bottle of wine in hand to question if you’re homeless, a vagabond, or in for a night of fun. Luckily, I found Melo in Queenstown that afternoon and had good company to contemplate life with on the side of the road. OurContinue reading “New Zealand – Chapter 3”