What was your greatest holiday?
Japan. That place is crazy, whacky, cool. I love that you can be in the middle of a metropolis that's straight out of a comic book, then two hours later by train you're looking at some of the oldest man-made wooden structures on earth.
And the worst?
Couldn't say. Maybe getting carsick as a kid because I insisted on travelling in the rear section of our VW station wagon. That's where the engine is. Do the math.
If we bump into you on holiday, what are you most likely to be doing?
Most likely enjoying local beer, local food, and local people. Sightseeing is all well and good, but the highlights, for me, are always the people.
If we could teleport you to one place in New Zealand for a week-long holiday, where would it be?
That's tough . . . reeeeeaally tough. As long as I get teleported with a motorbike, I don't care where. I truly love it all.
How about for a dream holiday internationally?
The USA by motorcyle for three months, with no plans.
