...So in New Zealand (the poor trusting bastard) obnoxiously boisterous untrustworthy Americans, like ourselves, are completely allowed to go driving about on the left side of the road in their right-hand drive vehicles without any sort of education in the subject. Lucky us.
We were told a legend of orange and white polka dotted minivans bearing spaceship logos that have convertible beds in back, portable stowaway stovetops, mini coolers, and dvd players... so we set out for the suburbs of Auckland to steal away our very own spaceship, Kodos.
The thing about Kiwis that can be said pretty certainly across the board is that they all curse at least as much as i do and that they all have pretty serious senses of humor. i think we found this obvious in the lengths they went to at OuterSpace... Katy and Shark are pictured just in front. We literally signed documents labeling ourselves astronauts of this spaceship with a promise not to race the fucking thing. As if racing a Toyota minivan (ahem, spaceship) could offer any sort of thrill. Charlie assured us that it had happened in Hamilton once between two rival spaceships. Unfortunately some good-doer Kiwi called the number painted across the "arse" of the ship and reported the out-of-this-world foul play.
Okay, we agreed, no racing the spaceship... but if we run it off a cliff in the hopes of it actually firing up and taking off, well then, now who's fault is that really?
We navigated the ship back to the city where we loaded up our bags on a street corner, bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready to hit the hills of or North Island home...
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