I didn't have to walk all the way to the New World to buy my mince and cheese pie, because I could also buy one at the petrol station or at the dairy.
This is not to suggest that that's a particularly inspiring sentence, but it does demonstrate some essential differences between American English and Kiwi English, in addition to the existence of the meat pie. I'm developing a rather unhealthy obsession with meat pies.
But New Zealand has no such thing as Biscuits and Gravy, a fact which American Eric is always ready to share with anyone willing to listen. Usually this is me, because 80% of our conversations seem to be about food that we can't get here.
Have I mentioned yet that there's damn all to do in Blenheim. Yeah, I suppose so. Oddly, I'm still enjoying my time here. But I shall have to arrange my next step soon. Don't want to spend my last three months in the country in a vineyard.