R.I.P.

No, this post is not about Lemmy Kilmister no matter how sad. This entry is dedicated to my Mr. Purple. My good old pal was already getting weaker when I got to Greymouth, my one nighter after after Hokitika. There were some visible affections already but I had a lot of faith on my buddy.
It wasn't the best pocket camera I've had but it worked perfectly as a conversation opener =)

I'm still sad that I had to leave her behind but there was nothing to be done. He was declared as "vegetable" by the camera doctor so I decided to pull the plug. It wasn't easy, no sir, but had to be done.

This was the second tragedy that happened to me in NZ in a short period of time. First the money and the this. Byhyyhyhyhyyyy =/

Mr Purple, R.I.P.

It also meant that I needed to buy my third camera on this journey. *pheeeew*