I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks

Friday, April 22, 2016

Urban poetry

Well, urban may be pushing it, but I loved the sign outside this thrift store in Otorohanga, where we stopped for lunch after surviving the cave.

This was a charming town that looked as though it had been frozen in amber for 50 years or so, then revived and instructed that tourists coming through to visit the nearby caves would now expect fancy coffee drinks with their bacon and egg pie.

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