New Zealand: Phase Fourteen - Goodbye and thank you very, very much.

Our last full nights sleep was fantastic. We both woke up resplendent, fresh and happy with coffees, robes and newspapers. I don't give a shit for the philosophies that denigrate material possessions; luxury is excellent. Really, really excellent.

After brekky we had to drop off our friend, Little GPS. This was a strangely sad time for us. We had travelled around for two weeks in the little fella, seeing mountains, sheep, llamas, deer and fjords of startling beauty - eating chocolates, having picnics, ginantonics and spilling beers behind the seat. We had become used to the little idiosyncrasies of the little food space under the bed, getting our clothes out before sleeping, the slightly strange column shift, and the funny vibration that happened only at 5251 rpm.

If you ever hire a Spaceship do not use this petrol station before you drop it off. The owner/manager/sheep fucker that runs it deserves herpes. If you ever want to know what happened you will have to ask, but be prepared to cop a spray.

After we dropped Little GPS back (very sad) we went for a bit of a walk, grabbed some food (I had a very healthy apricot Danish, Stacey had a decidedly unhealthy custard roll), we wandered down to the America's cup area (very Darling Harbour) and then up to the Sky Tower.

I was really quite impressed by the tower, the glassy floor bits that made my feet tickle, and the view across all of Auckland. It truly is a magnificent city.

After our little tower experience we bolted on up to drop off our oversized, ovine oval that is now in the possession of Aaron, and back down to the America's Cup area to eat some lunch.

We had a fun meal, listening to Beatles and sipping wine and beer. We then enjoyed the rest of the day buying cheap Kiwi souvenirs. We finished our time over there with some take-away, a bit of wine, a few Kiwi beers and a chat to the folks.

I suppose that ends my blog on our travels to beautiful New Zealand. Maybe I should claim 'trog' as my word for a 'travel blog'. New Zealand is an impressive and beautiful country. I cannot think of any other words to describe what the place means to us.

We had a lot of fun over there, and maybe, just maybe we will go back there and visit with our family.

Maybe, just maybe we will go back to that spot where we argued, and where I felt a little foot touch my hand for the first time.