Surely, in the Southern Hemisphere, it would be the other way around, wouldn’t it? Like water down the plughole.

caroline and christian having some fat megalattes with me in kerikeri

annika lying in the rare momants of sun at hone heke lodge.

on the way to franz josef i recon’. just before we travled through a very long tunnel which bored through the mountain to the left. unplesant as there was no support whatsoever, just bare rock