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“I'm a bom and bred Kiwi. My wife, Dawn, born in England, turned two on the boat to NZ with her parents and siblings.
Since I stand over 6ft 5in (196cm), a little converted van was never going to fit the bill (or the big feet). So, once the little darlings had all become independent big darlings, we decided to rent each time we wanted to do a trip.
This tale relates to our third such adventure, in autumn 2010. We planned a trip to the area in the southeast of the South Island of New Zealand, commonly called The Catlins.
Some friends said, “Well, if you're driving down from Queensland to The Catlins, you must stop a night at the