I very nearly bought you a postcard of a million sheeps’ buxom rears but then something stopped me in my tracks and I picked up a gecko’s head instead. New Zealand is hot, hilly and full of 4x4s which rush past my elbow with precious little breathing space to spare. As do the nightmarish logging trucks.

In my experience Kiwis are the worst drivers in the world (yes – even more dangerous than India’s bus drivers). When they’re in their vehicles they’re devilish, but outside of them they are lovely! And so is their country.

Tasty!

Tasty!