I sold my tent last night. For $50. I'm glad to know that the "hang up a sign in the laundrette and wait for a phonecall" method of advertising actually works. But I bet that no one wants to buy my rusty old bike. Poor Rusty. What am I going to do with you?
Robby's emails read like telegrams. It's an odd style.
Yeah, that's it. Not much happening in quiet little Motueka at the moment.