The Bottom of the World

Reminiscence’s of my first trip to New Zealand Thirty-Three years ago The view from Mt. Victoria from Devonport, across the bay from Auckland New Zealand Throw away the girdles and let your seams out. The fresh bread shops, green grocer and butcher are alive and well at the bottom of the world, in New Zealand. Take a deep breath, turn your mind back twenty years and forget the worries of our ever increasing plastic society and the long gas lines. Enter a world where wringer washers are the common place and big fancy cars are almost nonexistent. Tea time in … Continue reading The Bottom of the World