It suddenly dawned on me yesterday that we had eight days to go before flying out of here, and then the van broke.
We increased our pace as we travelled up the west coast of the south island, and started on a relentless driving frenzy up through the north island, barely noticing the places we were travelling through.
Now we're stuck in a city called Hamilton while the fixer man repairs dixies eyes so she can see in the dark again.
Anyway, we'll be on our way again tonight (hopefully), and will wake up tomorrow in Auckland with six days to spruce and sell the van before heading to Melbourne.
I'm trying to stay calm.
