As bad hair goes Boris Johnson is almost right up there with Donald Trump; although, unlike the American President, hairspray clearly isn't part of the British Foreign Secretary's cosmetic kit.
And unlike The Don, the Brit makes more sense - even if he said the "beautiful hongi" he received could be misinterpreted in a Glasgow pub if anyone was game enough to try it and expect to come away with their head intact.
He's obviously been well briefed about the couple of hundred British tourists who were stranded in Kaikoura after the earthquake last year and how some of them might have overstayed their welcome, overwhelmed at the generosity of the locals who served up crayfish for breakfast.
He got a taste of the delicacy himself and was probably also reluctant to leave the area yesterday, given his view of the countryside as "the most mind-blowingly, mind-numbingly beautiful country" he'd ever seen. Boris will be brought down to earth today when he sits down in the Beehive with Bill English and his Kiwi counterpart Gerry Brownlee.
So what to expect today? A lot of mind-numbing talk about a future trade deal with Britain if his promises of an "all-singing, all-dancing" free-trade agreement with Japan, where he was before coming here, is anything to go by. The fact that we can't actually start talking in earnest about one until Brexit Europe happens is neither here nor there: it seems it's the thought that counts.