S o there we were, two sons of the ’Naki – one prodigal and one expat – on a road trip from Ōpunake back to New Plymouth. I was driving, refamiliarising myself with the lonely ribbon of road that cut through dairy country,
S o there we were, two sons of the ’Naki – one prodigal and one expat – on a road trip from Ōpunake back to New Plymouth. I was driving, refamiliarising myself with the lonely ribbon of road that cut through dairy country,
