As the plane cut through the clouds, my mouth fell open in wonderment.
My first sight of New Zealand was of the jagged, snow capped tips of Kā Tiritiri o te Moana; the Southern Alps.
After checking in to my luxuriously appointed dwelling, I dined on the region’s finest example of an Italian sandwich, with vegetables and dressing – A footlong herb and cheese vege patty sub from Subway, because everything else was closed.
It’s currently a very welcoming 19.8°C.
Time to get some sleep. Pickup arrives at 9am and then it’s on, thick and heavy… like the ranch dressing on my footlong sub.
Me again, still quite confused.
This blog navigation is as elaborate and meandering as your adventure so far. No matter which page I turn to I’m confronted with a time paradox that swiftly drops me back to the beginning of your trip.
To be clear I don’t think that there is any technical issue with your site, just that it seems to exist within an alternate plane of existence eerily familiar to the original internet I grew up exploring with a compass, the North Star and a Butler named Jeeves.
For the love of god http://www.wanderings.takeshi.io give me chronological descending, or at the very least invert the y axis on this flight stick.
Trip looks great.