Without the van, my husband and I had no urgent reason to live in Wellington. The short European adventure we had planned soon became much moreOne evening in 2008, a group of joyriders stole our van, named The Colombian, from a street outside Wellington, New Zealand. My sister-in-law was the first to notice and she alerted her husband, Ant, who immediately drove off in search of it. When he spotted the van parked on the beach, he called the police, who then gave chase as it drove off. After... Read this story
