The Flying Tortoise is back in the laidback Far North of the country for a while.
Where the sun is always shining and one's soul is refreshed with things so simple.
I came across this delightful derelect the other day on the road to Kaitaia.
There's a certain respect that exists for places like this up here that nobody, even the graffiti artists and potential arsonists seem to violate.
They let things live and die, with dignity...
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