Half of the places we stayed or ate at on the Rail Trail were for sale, and most of the rest had only been open eight weeks.
Most had been bought by people doing the Rail Trail themselves, who must have thought that the whole set up seemed peaceful and idyllic, and also could be bought at fraction of the price they’d get for their Auckland house (did I mention they were mostly Aucklanders?) Some of the properties had been on the market for a while, and the proprietors were jaded and over it, and not afraid to hide (Hyde) that they were only going through the motions.
The moment I figured out the reason my hair hadn’t been frizzy over the past few days was the lack of humidity in the dry air, was the only time I was tempted even a little bit to move there.