Just another mid-winter day in the City of Sails.
Do you really need an Antarctica exhibit when you can just step inside a Kiwi house?
Deep underwater. Look, there's a Papakura three bed, one bath floating by.
Son, when they have to raise the bridge so your yacht can get out, that's when you know you made it.
If it's not hokey pokey it's not ice cream.
Mommy, is this Fish Town from the stories?
Uhm no, the 1.5L bottle of Coke is missing.
A cafe a day keeps the jetlag away.
The corner office.
Preparing for the circumnavigation of North Head, the imposing dormant volcano that guards the entrance to Auckland Harbor.
Grandpa, is that an accrual fish?
Remember, with enough vinegar and baking soda you can nurse this thing back to life.
They don't make water like that in the Northern Hemisphere.
The mighty Sky Tower. Hard to believe it was completed when your author was in 5th Form. Sure doesn't look its age, unlike, ahem, the aforementioned author.
Daddy, probably best if you don't stand on it.
Best view this side of Rocket Lab.
No one does playgrounds like the Kiwis. Zero liability does wonders for awesomeness. Which way to the flying fox?
Just another winter dip. Nothing a hot Milo won't fix.
Story time with the original and the best.
In pursuit of the Auld Mug. Regrettably without a foiling monohull.
America's Cup is now New Zealand's Cup!
Shall we take the slow way home? Might require a stop at Ellis Island though.
Set course for the Big Apple skipper.
Two weeks of 3am starts? That man deserves a DB.
Look at that, a Texas-size welcome at IAH.
Let's see, a single line that doesn't go anywhere, must be the Britomart.
You know you're not in New Zealand anymore, there are actually animals that can eat you here.
One more pineapple lump and it ain't happening.
Cheers to an epic trip. No hokey pokey though, so you know what that means: get your 2023 tickets booked for NZ1 direct from New York City!
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