KP in NZ

When seven people spend two weeks in a van together, true personalities have nowhere to hide. You learn who's quiet, who always has an opinion, who's reserved, who's scared of everything, who's scared of nothing, and who's a bit eccentric.

On our jaunt around New Zealand, one person sticks out as far as eccentricity. She was always ready to pull a face, pose innapropriately in public for a photo-op, and keep the mood light when lightening was needed.

Yes, I speak to you of the one and only KP. Her name shall not appear on this blog due to the fact she's a teacher trying to score a permanent job. But those of you that are supposed to know, will know who she is.

Enjoy, as we did for 2 weeks, KP keepin' it real...

Now that's a frightening thought...KP with a gun.

Kiwi love.

JP celebrates a milestone birthday in New Zealand by keeping her teats toasty.

That's assault, brother.

KP's best Haka face.

What's this?

SOMEONE had to liven up Milford Sound!

Feeding a Kea...strictly forbidden. "Eff that!" says KP.

KP tries to climb a Redwood. Gotta love the tree love series.

Bald love...and bald hate. Yes, Phil is doubled over from a Roshambo shot by KP. Not cool, KP. Not cool.

And finally, la pièce de résistance. Attagirl, KP.