What’s the opposite of a gibbous moon? I had to look it up. It’s a crescent moon. And what’s the opposite of a New York minute? It’s a New Zealand minute. “How long does it take to walk to town?” I ask. “Oh, only about five minutes.” Twenty minutes later, muscles and lungs in full rebellion, I arrive. I wasn’t sad to leave our hostel of the last two nights, even though it had a […]
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