New Zealand felt like a journey back in time to provincial Britain: ancient English cars and buses, old-fashioned clothes, friendly, relaxed folk. I bought an old motorbike and travelled both islands. The bike turned out to be problematic - the newly welded metal frame for my backpack broke on the first journey. This is classic Kiwi culture: everybody is an expert on everything, so don't expect excellence! But these shortcomings were outweighed by the beauty of the landscapes. Australia of cause is a bizarre world of its own - I loved the vastness of the wild and arid outback.
New Zealand, 1987
New Zealand, 1987