Does your recollection of a tramp become more glamorous with the passing of time? Two members of the Kaumātua Tramping Club share their humorous take on the difference between the reality of a tramp vs. the memory once back in the comforts of home.
In my early years in New Zealand, even my father-in-law gave me a hard time for being a public servant and a Pommie. You take these things on the chin and realise, eventually, it’s a type of Kiwi bloke-humour and probably well meant.
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