I know for a fact that when I go to NZ again I'll be like whoa I'm in NZ.
Obviously. But like, I just answered the door to this kiwi guy from about half an hour away from Kaitaia (Far north NZ) and he just spoke and spoke and spoke like a bro. He threw in all the ayes and the sweets and the bros and I was like 'Fuckin hell did I just step into a time machine?!??'
I almost couldn't believe it. It was weird. Even when I speak to my mum or something I notice something strange.
I'm not that surprised really. I know that 90% of the people I hang around with are from the UK. But I like it. They sound better.
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