About to call the hostel I stayed at in Taupo (an hour south of where I am now) to see if maybe they have my camera, because I sure don’t. And then I leave Rotorua with Isaac and Melanie, headed for Kerikeri.

7 hours of driving may be the longest of the trip.

Also, I jumped out of a plane on Wednesday, even though I didn’t have to. In fact, I paid for the experience. It was strangely exactly what I thought it’d be, which takes nothing away from the event. Whoa.