New Zealand: Black Water Rafting
We left Franz Josef after our bath. We had an appointment the following afternoon in the town of Greymouth, over 170km away. Nobody was keen on being the group who […]
We left Franz Josef after our bath. We had an appointment the following afternoon in the town of Greymouth, over 170km away. Nobody was keen on being the group who […]
I walked through the camp ground down to the Haast River. It’s obvious to see from here, Tolkien never considered New Zealand as the setting of his stories. The water […]
It had been 24 hours since I had last seen my journal. It had to be somewhere in the van. I was convinced that I had put it in the […]
Let us buck the trend a little here. I’m going to continue on from the night before as there is still a little more to share. Something that I’ve developed […]
There was no immediate pay off in the morning. The clouds were still clinging to the peaks. The sky was bleak, dark and heavy. I would have to hope for […]
We awake to find ourselves in a small gold mining town tucked up in the Crown Range Mountains. The buildings have maintained their colonial appearance. Wooden facades, bold placards stating […]
By now I don’t think you need to be told who were the first happy campers up and about. Dad and I sat in the morning sun hypnotised by movements […]
Dad and I were currently on the same page. We were the first up and out of the van again. We hit the same view points Mum and I had […]
Do you remember when you were young, you used to fight over who was going to get the top bunk? There was once a time when the top bunk was […]
Roads usually uncrossable without the aid of traffic lights are empty. A tram rumbles down Elizabeth Street. Others echo in the emptiness around me. The city sleeps. I need to catch […]