What was your greatest holiday? I saved many pennies and visited my brother and his wife in Mexico fresh out of high school - watched a lot of Mexican wrestling and drank a lot of cheap mezcal.
And the worst? Don't know if it counts as a holiday per se, but our first tour was slightly dire - it was your standard middle-of-winter driving-through-the-night to get to Wellington in a rusting 12-seater diesel-powered beast and spending the drive through the Desert Road trying to sleep next to someone who was having Tramadol-soaked dreams which involved a lot of flailing.
If we bump into you on holiday, what are you most likely to be doing? I'll be eating. A lot. If I'm eating out, I'll tend to go four small dishes because I've got major food fomo.
If we could teleport you to one place in New Zealand for a week-long holiday, where would it be? Kohukohu in Northland. I spent a lot of time up around there as a child and went back recently. We stayed in an old converted butcher shop on stilts over the bay - it's a little less macabre sounding than that description makes it seem. You can't help but feel pretty bloody lucky hanging out with seabirds, writing some riffs as the water meanders past. The local cafe (there is only one) also makes excellent muffins.
How about for a dream holiday internationally? Down to Antarctica to hang out with some fur seals, orcas and melting ice caps.
