While New Zealand is – again – pulling up the drawbridge, I’m cycling off in the other direction.
This morning, with news that the travel bubble with Australia has burst, I registered my tiny wee gesture of defiance by buying a bike. That above, $60 AUD with lock included.
It’s a commitment to cheap travel here for the next few weeks while the bubble is inspected, pending its possible re-inflation in September.
I’d planned to stay at least two months anyway, and I just couldn’t face myself in the morning if I crawled home now after arriving on July 14.
Of course I risk paying for the hubris. Either by having to cough up for quarantine if NZ stays closed, or by working long hours. Or by finding a real job here to support my feckless self.
So, what’ll it be, then? – chill-blains, rain for days on end, grey skies, freezing cold, or….
“I’ll take the bag, thanks.”