During my stay in New Zealand I'd often looked in awe from my tent at the sheer luxury of the campsite cabins with their bunk beds, electricity and running water. So what the heck I'd get one to serve as HQ to comfortably pack up my belongings in advance of dropping off the car tomorrow.In appreciation of borrowing the campsite hoover (the inside of the car resembled a sandy beach) I passed on my beloved tent, bodyboard and fins to the receptionist who was delighted. I then set about cleaning the car and its windscreens. I was not delighted......
As I buffed up the windcreen a chip appeared and clause 21.7.77.8.5 sub clause 14 of the rental agreement said I was not insured and could go to hell. My subconcious already knew this and two villages later I dicivered a glazing firm who could repair the chip rather than replace the whole screen. Cue mexican wave !!
With that I returned to the cabin and packed up those items to be sent home including the dear old wifi laptop which has served me greatly in some beautiful places to write the blog such as Lake Wanaka pictured above. However as I tramp around Oz and Asia the backpack requires to be a lightpack.
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