Jenny exclaimed after we had stopped for the fourth or fifth time on our way from Cambridge where we had gotten our new haircuts on a very short notice. My love was not irritated with me, it was more of a fact and the funny thing about it is that it’s true. I love trees. I have thought about that earlier but in this moment it was quite clear. I love trees and I love silhouettes of trees. I love using trees to frame a landscape or a person. I love them so much so compare to me you hate them! Sorry, Madagascar and Kancoona joke. 
We were travelling to Waitomo Caves, which is said to be one of the things you got to do when you are in New Zealand. Approximately 20 km before we came to Waitomo this soon-to-be-dark evening we arrived in a place called Otorohanga. It was like a sign. It even was a sign. A camping sign. We followed it and came to Otorohangas Holiday park. Just as we entered this small camping property the host, Peter, came out although he and his wife were having dinner. He greeted us with an infectious smile. We talked for a few minutes and then we let him go back to supper.
When we had established ourselves and our campervan Bamse we went over to their home and even spent an hour or little more there. Had such a lovely time that we didn’t really want to leave but good manners are deeply rooted in both me and Jenny. Peter and his wife Linda are very beautiful and lovely people. Both of them are filled with a life force that is not common. I showed them some of my photographs and they both enjoyed them which meant a lot to me, considering that Peter also have worked as a professional photographer.
Waitomo caves. Wow.
by Ken
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