Mmmmm - one of the better things in life - a few days / daze in Hector with my whanau. It's about this spot in the luscious Buller Gorge - about 2/3 of the way there that I start driving like a demented homing pigeon. The bush, the river and the blooming rata at this time of year serve to set a mean pace for me and two sets of traffic lights in the middle of nowhere slow me down to whats deemed a safe speed. All in all I always arrive safe and sound to where I think and feel I belong.
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