After ten years in New Zealand, Joe Bennett asked himself what the hell he was doing there. Other than his dogs, what was it about these two small islands on the edge of the world that had kept him - an otherwise restless traveller - for really much longer than they seemed to deserve? It wasn't the sheep, the hobbits had left, and they could no longer claim the best rugby team in the world - what else was there? Bennett thought he'd better pack his bag and find out. Hitching around both the intriguingly named North and South Islands, with an eye for oddity and a taste for conversation, Bennett began to remind himself of the reasons New Zealand is quietly seducing the rest of the world.I had done perhaps 1, 500 miles in trucks and Renault 4s and countless Citroen 2CVs. ... For me those Citroens had become a symbol of the world that was older than I was and that had more money than I did and that purred past and disdained my youth and poverty. ... But I retain, and am now assailed by, a tactile memory of the cool tautness of the leather seats, and a sense of unearned privilege. I dona#39;tanbsp;...
|Title||:||A Land of Two Halves|
|Publisher||:||Simon and Schuster - 2005|