Ode to Wairarapa

Try saying Wairarapa five times fast. Okay it actually sounds just like it’s spelled, but New Zealand is full of places with these Māori names that seem like a mouthful. Here I am, in The Wairarapa with a near total stranger named Tim as my guide, chauffeuring me through the southeastern coast of the North Island in his old green truck. How the hell did … Continue reading Ode to Wairarapa