Headphones off, it’s Waylon Jennings, the clacking of designer boots against concrete, and a table of born-again Christians evangelizing in the general direction of eavesdropping hipsters. Oh, Tennessee.

Headphones on, it’s my pal Louis Baker, crooning about love and forgiveness. Next time, maybe New Zealand won’t let me leave. “Trevor, you’re simply too handsome, and we need your sexual magnetism continually to uplift and inspire.” With predictable humility, I accept the challenge, and am immediately emblazoned on their currency.

I’ve been fortunate enough to travel a whole lot, and it’s been a long time since I’ve felt as deep a connection with a country and people as I did with New Zealand.

Google Flights cued up, curser hovering over “book now,” it’s taking every ounce of restraint not to hop on the next flight and get magnificently lost, all over again.