New Zealand’s Northern Explorer Arriving at Auckland’s oddly named Britomart Station (yes, it sounds like a cheap goods shop) smugly bolstered by my ‘local knowledge’ with plenty of time to spare, I approached the service desk.
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FACES IN THE CROWD All through the night in downtown Auckland we had been serenaded by a constant chorus of Living on a prayer from the English pub next door. “It’s because of the rugby,” I said. The following day the GF asked, “What’s that red and white flag hanging out of that apartment window?”
Less of this… More of this. Transformation. See also Beach Sunset. City photo appeared in BSide Magazine taken a Russian cosmonaut.
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