I was just sitting at my desk, contemplating my love/hate relationship with the ukulele when I heard a hauntingly familiar tune go past my window and I had one of those moments of clarity. Suddenly I understand what separates civilisation from the wild untamed kingdoms.
And Rarotonga, despite it’s tiny landmass, an ancient volcanic isle lost in the deepwater of the pacific blue, is still as civilised as any massive booming city I have been too like Auckland or the humid exotic metropolis that is KL, because here on Rarotonga we have a Mr Whippy.
I think now I finally understand how S&G felt when they were going on about prophets and subways. Excuse me now, I have an ice-cream to buy.
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