Some signs simply said poo which not only leaves potential customers in doubt as to its origins, but might have tourists thinking they were entering some kind of Militarized Zone of No.2s. Photo / Supplied
Opinion
One of the great things about a Kea Campervan is the gentle speed with which it allows one to appreciate the magnificent roadside jumble sale that is New Zealand.
In one 25 minute stretch on the way to Temuka, I passed the kind of bargains that would thwart any wannabe
speed-demon: broccoli, carrots, knitwear, apples, a caravan, what appeared to be one of the same motocross bikes those skeletons used to chase Ralph Macchio on in the original Karate Kid, and bags of horse manure.
This means, conceivably (if your expense account can cover it ), by the time you arrive in Ashburton, you could stage your own stunt show by leaping a caravan covered in dung on a motorbike while eating your 5-a-day of fruit & vege. In your brand new, hand-knitted beanie.
To those who follow it, it is perhaps the fluctuations in the poo-Nasdaq that prove the most puzzling. Nearer Christchurch, it was 50c a bag... clearly, because in major urban areas there is quite a bit of it to be had for free (again, for those who know where to look). But elsewhere, in say Rakaia or Winslow, up to date pricing structures were unavailable. Some signs simply said Poo (insert exclamation mark here) which not only leaves potential customers in doubt as to its origins, but might have tourists thinking they were entering some kind of Militarized Zone of No.2s.
Even when I banged on doors and said "is that s**t for sale or what?" it was difficult to get a clear response. So... although I failed economics at school (because I was crap at it), once people have finished talking about Greece (which is also in the poo), I definitely think this is something our own local EEC should have a look at.
