Tag Archives: NZ

Flag It

Kiwis. Trust us to take the piss out of something until it’s too late to turn back. Once we’re past the point of no return we all of a sudden know exactly what we want and it’s the complete opposite to what’s been decided. And it’s then that we rise up, a mass of solidarity and sudden patriotism, which lasts for how ever few hours, days, weeks we can muster before we become tired and drop back into apathy again.

I’m referring of course to the flag.

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You blew me away (wink)

Perhaps almost puking on the cute Chinese baby next to me wasn’t a great way to start my weekend in the Windy City, but it could only go up from there!

After recovering from the rollercoaster landing and bluffing my way through the interrogational visa acquisition, I could finally look forward to my weekend escape to Wellington. And my wonderful flatty even flew down to share in the fun!

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