And now for something a little different.

As you will see from the content of the posts over the past several months, there has been a bit of a hiatus in the more informative and travel writing. The reason for this, dear Reader, is that we have been undergoing our biggest journey to date; to wit, the process of emigration.

SA to NZ

Well it wasn’t quite as simple as this; but you get the gist of it.

‘What on earth would prompt you to leave a brand new democracy (well, twenty two years old at the time of writing), a country that is simply brimming with scenery, a climate to die for and wall-to-wall wildlife?’, I hear you ask. A fair question and one I hope to address in future posts.

For now, I’ll be adding more menu items to the bar at the top of this page that will deal with the experiences in our new country, as well as a few tips for the traveller and migrant. But fear not. We will still be wasting your time and precious bandwidth on our weekly slaughter of the reputations of the Old Masters.

About Freud Fission Chips

Despite the banality of the name, FFC has led an intensely varied life. Grateful for surviving almost three years as a 'troepie' (soldier for non-South African Readers) in the Angolan war, he determined to wring as much out of life as possible. Currently providing Business Analysis services, trading on the stock market and developing web pages to pay the bills, FFC also dabbles in wildlife, landscape and people photography, writing, and far too many interests for his own good. He has also travelled extensively in southern Africa (working on the sound theory that a moving target is more dificult to hit). These peregrinations also include over 1500kms on foot through some of the worlds most spectacular scenery. It hasn't all been plain sailing, beer and skittles, and endless beds of roses... Chief amongst the prerequisites for surviving Africa, with its mind-bending characteristics, is an appropriate sense of humour.... So, for now, he will be recounting the amusing among the annoying, the frustrating wrapped in the funny and extracting the mirth from the melancholy... Oh yes, there might be some alliteration too.
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