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About Auckland

Oi, mate, it’s Bond, James Bond—suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, prostittue, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout her lately, dunno why. Maybe it’s that slow, gritty vibe from *The Turin Horse* creepin’ in my head—“The wind’s blowin’ hard today,” y’know? Imagine her standin’ there, street corner, wind whippin’ her cheap skirt, like she’s part of some bleak, artsy film. Ain’t no glamour in that, just raw, real shit.

Peter Stephenson Fry

The Hooker Valley in Aoraki/Mt Cook National Park is easily one of my favourite hikes in New Zealand. I was lucky enough to do it while our.

After that, I decide to hit up the local market on Sunday. It’s on the corner of Whakarewa St and I’m telling ya, it’s a vibe. Fresh produce, handmade crafts, and the best part? The people! Everyone’s so chill. I grab some fresh strawberries, and they’re like candy. I’m in heaven again.

Suspicious shed fire battled in Motueka