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The weather seemed to mirror our mood. A glorious dawn greeted us as we picked up our rental car and headed out from the airport. Clouds gathered as we ventured from our backpacker hotel to the offices of New Zealand Immigration Services. By the time we left the office it was a downpour.
We got the boot.
All three officials we spoke with gave us slightly different information, but all agreed that we had better get into Australia before our residency expired and we had nothing at all.
For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.
-- Robert Louis Stevenson
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