And it felt good, that large piece of felt on top of my head, crossing one of the lower passes on the old volcano in a fine drizzle.
Of course, I had to cope with the smirks from real Kiwi blokes, baseball-capped and dressed in shorts and wearing jandals, but... one get's used to that, being a beret aficionado living in New Zealand.
Fortunately, I did wear my Swannie bushshirt as well.
Noone considering a Baseball Cap as the right everyday-headwear is qualified to judge real hars and caps. Its like eating processed cheese and scoffing at a real one.
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