In the beginning, driving between Napier and Taupo (on State Highway 5) is sort of like playing snakes and ladders. It requires alot of concentration due to the serpentine nature of the hills around Te Haroto particularly since
Knowing a thing is not the same I’ve come to understand as ‘really knowing’ according to others more in the know than me. Personally I’d say that was splitting hairs, a semantic ruse even but there you go. What would I know!
Sometimes making sense of everything can give you a headache, wouldn’t you agree? So here’s the thing, why do we feel we have to have an explanation for everything? Whatever happened to the delight of wonderment? My friend Lucas, his old flat-mate Bec and I pondered this very thing over dinner one night.