One of the fun, sometimes horrible things about writing a memoir is hearing from people it mentions. “Wanderlust” elicited a nice update from Noah, a flatmate from Auckland, with news of his wife, kids, travels, and this:
"I am sad that our acid trip on Wharariki Beach that New Years and our hot rock sauna with Ginger Beer steam didn’t make the edit…"
It actually was in an early draft. Noah doesn’t even mention the two hitchhiker girls or the trek through the sheep’s meadow. Or foraging for mussels. (To steam with the ginger beer in the hot rock sauna. Which we built with our bare hands. By moonlight.)