Miranda has been a trooper in sitting on the left while I keep up with local traffic and the rolling and curvy hills that is New Zealand. But today we had an incident. Driving through the mountains en route to Nelson we encountered a very windy road. Needless to say, upon arrival in Nelson we needed some down time. This included not moving, smelling salts of some kind, and eventually lying down. I hope she’ll be alright. Whatever happens, I’m here for her. And I’ll happily drive her through the rest of South Island. Note to future self, doing anything on your phone through the mountain is ill-advised. #NoOneLeftBehind #SeaSick…

“That curb really came out of nowhere” was the unfortunate summary of this morning’s driving attempt. Driving on the left is hard!  Here’s a not-so-secret: I struggle with left and right to begin with. Truly. I make an ‘L’ with my hands to confirm which is which, often. I give directions by knocking on the window and feverishly waving ‘that way’ across a driver’s face. Something about directions … left, right, North, south… crosses the wires in my brain. The words go in, the immediate intended action doesn’t always come out. And so here I am, trying very hard to drive on the left, and all things considered it hasn’t…