Here’s your takeaway: If you need to literally get away from England, book a ticket to New Zealand. Just don’t stop in Auckland. Keep flying east. Find a tiny island where they celebrate Christmas in summer and the sheep outnumber the humans 1,000 to one. That’s your furthest point.
And hey, if you really want to be a legend, buy a one-way ticket to the Antipodes Islands. Just pack a tent and a thick raincoat. Oh, and learn to speak penguin. You’ll have plenty of time.
So, next time someone asks you this over a pint, you can lean in, smirk, and say, “It’s not where you think. It’s a place so remote they measure time in half-hours.” Then watch them Google it. You’ll be a hero. Or a geography weirdo. Both are good.
