NEW COUNTRY (much like the new state song)

There is a highway in NZ known as the Lost World Highway. The middle section of it is one-lane gravel. And it crosses into a recognized republic – the Republic of Whangamomona (Fang-ga-ma-moan-a). The citizens of Whangamamona decided to create the republic bc their village got reorganized into another district – say my house being reorganized into the mineral district instead of the cuckoo district without anyone having any say. The citizens were very unhappy and decided to form their own government and elected a goat as president. The goat served for three or so years and other presidents have included a poodle. I forgot my passport so I had to become a resident and purchase a new passport. Thank goodness I was not thrown in jail. So I filled out the necessary paperwork, ate a banana fritter, chatted with the locals and headed on my way. It is too bad I won’t be there later in January to vote for the new president. Sigh.

On the way though, I find some giant moa – and here they say they are extinct and I found four and rode on one. Extinct shcmexticnt.