You know when you donate old clothes to Goodwill? You think they're going to that dingy store behind the car-parts warehouse, but actually, they're all coming to Wellington.  Where they are chopped up, resewn, and sold to the unbelievably attractive Hipsters who lounge in cafes. Aggressively. We're talking some professional-level-loungers, people. Nomadic Monkey, of course, fits right in.

It's a train that approaches Wellington, overland. It's called the Overlander. Any questions?

Two weeks in New Zealand and we're already jaded

I would like to formally apologize for the terrible pun I committed above. It was a bad thing to do and I didn't mean it. Incidentally, Parliament.