Auckland – sailing
My trip to New Zealand was to see family. Apart from that I was unplanned, although I did have one idea – to go for a sail on an America’s Cup yacht.
In the end it never worked out, but I did come close, close enough to almost touch one of the race’s greats.
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Auckland – shorn
“If something is shorn, it’s trimmed, clipped, or shaved. A shorn sheep is considerably less fluffy than one that isn’t shorn.”
My hair and I have a difficult relationship, one that challenges the most caring of professionals. At least, that was the case, until I went to New Zealand, where things changed.
I arrived there out of a hectic time, with my hair as dishevelled as pampas grass. A few blustery weeks later, even my cap had begun to complain, so I made some enquiries.
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Auckland – Finding Parnell
The North Shore was a fine place to stay, but leaving it was not so easy … at least not the way I did it.
I’d been lent an old car to simplify my trips to the centre of Auckland. The car, a veteran of the beaches and foothills of New Zealand, sat low on the road, leaking sand and old trainers.
“It’ll get you anywhere,” said the owners of the car.
“Sure,” I replied.
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The Phraser 