66.6% beach, 33.3% me

After Invercargill and the Catlins, there was Dunedin. No time for reminiscing, although I did manage to squeeze in a quick drive-by past my beloved First Church on Moray Place, and there was an incidental drive-by of my third-year flat near the north end of George St as we skipped town. We made it just over an hour north (just beyond Shag Point, hur hur) before the boys were crying out for nicotine. And this is where you see me.