I started driving South from Auckland to Wellington. Driving was about the same as the States but you're on the left and you look right first when making turns. Sometimes when you hit your turn signals your winshield wipers turns on. That makes for a good laugh. We made it to Wellington in about 7 hours, passed Mount Doom on the way, ate a meat pie. In Wellington, we stayed at a hostel where a crackhead wearing a pink dress shirt verbally accosted Nick for his crappy park job. Twas a nice town, sort of a smaller, cleaner version on SF. 
The next day we rode a ferry from Wellington to Picton on the South Island. It was on there that it was brought to my attention that it was my birthday. Oh yeah it is my birth day I says. We had a bit of a drive for me to reflect on my old age and dwindling youth. We stopped in a town called Geraldine ( a small quiet SouthIsland town knownd for its boomin crafts markets). There we rented a hotel room for two and enjoyed a birthday drink of Absinthe and Speights. Damn the kiwis and their 4% beer. Long story short, Team America went about 10-1 at Kiwi bar games which consist of arm wrestling and pitcher pounds. pictures to come!
The next day we rode a ferry from Wellington to Picton on the South Island. It was on there that it was brought to my attention that it was my birthday. Oh yeah it is my birth day I says. We had a bit of a drive for me to reflect on my old age and dwindling youth. We stopped in a town called Geraldine ( a small quiet SouthIsland town knownd for its boomin crafts markets). There we rented a hotel room for two and enjoyed a birthday drink of Absinthe and Speights. Damn the kiwis and their 4% beer. Long story short, Team America went about 10-1 at Kiwi bar games which consist of arm wrestling and pitcher pounds. pictures to come!
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Not too much Absithe, I hope! Van Gogh cut his ears off beacuse of it. Take it easy, Son!
"Is this not a reasonable place to park?"
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