No worries, they said (if I had a dollar for every time we have been
told this.....) it will turn up at the local police station. Yeah, right. We
drove back to Motueka and we were both so upset we just didn't speak. We were
beginning to feel that maybe the New Zealand leg of our tour was cursed and we
were going to get the hell out. Matt drove straight to the local constable
(police) station while I went across the street to use the restroom.
Matt and Cynthia (to be continued)
