Home?

After spending the last few months venturing through Central and South America I was excited to be visiting New Zealand, a country where I could practise my very best English.

I hadn't realised that language wasn't the only similarity this country has with my fair homeland however. Not only does the traveller circuit seem to be completely swamped with Brits, there are a huge number of ex-pats working here (the hostel I stayed in last night was owned by a bloke from Burnley), the Queen adorns their coins and they even drive on the left side of the road.

I could deal with these minor irritations however - the reason I had come to New Zealand was the stunning scenery. Of course, it turns out that New Zealand looks identical to England too. The fields remind me of Somerset and the coast (draped in drizzle) is reminiscent of those dreary summer holiday days spent in Cornwall. Even dolphins weren't enough to convince me that I hadn't actually come home.

I do love home, but I've travelled half way around the world to see something a bit different. Apparently things get a bit more interesting as I head further south...