No shite.

I know there are others who've done it before.

But around 30 hours straight travel with a Hong Kong interlude knocks you. So, here I am in the UK's south west ready to roll up my sleeves and hunt down some folk from the Ol' Country...except, when you're in Europe you realise just how young New Zealand is.

The churches up/down the road were built before Maori even set eyes on Aotearoa. That's what I call history.

No shite.

10 packets of snifters and a one-way ticket to the UK

Snifters are not a drug but they are an addiction.

A kiwi icon made redundant by Cadbury who "obtained" Nestle then decided to ditch the perfect lollies (including Tangy Fruits and Sparkles). Snifters, for those of you who're interested, are minty-chocolatey-nougaty goodness.

I have, or should say had, 25 packets. There now remain 16 but 10 will travel with me in October and the challenge is on to see what I can swap them for. Now, reality is, there's a heap of ex-pat New Zealanders living in the Big Wide World.

I reckon several of them wouldn't mind a taste of the homeland and riding the waves of remembered youth; spokey-dokes on BMX wheels, being the Standard Four pie monitor and when Space Man Candy Stick tips were still dipped in red...