As I am not in the USA for the 4th of July, I thought it would be fittingly hilarious to celebrate the 4th here in London – and celebrate the day that America gained independence from the chains of Great Britain – from within Great Britain.
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After a day hiking the volcanoes, we trudged back to the campervan and drove four hours down to Wellington. We finally got in late in the evening, and drove the windy, hilly streets to find what could possibly be the coolest hostel I have seen in a while. We parked our little van on the corner, loaded our stuff into our rooms, and hit the streets to look for food.
We walked the entire city, where everyone was out and about, drinking, eating, partying. I’d heard of a New Orleans themed diner at the other end of the city, so we head over to Sweet Mothers Kitchen and got ourselves a booth. We grabbed some po’boys and hush puppies and sat around chatting.
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