New Zealand: Willowflat
The days blur into one. This is what happens when every day is the same. Time slips by, collapses in on itself. A week, a month, half the season gone. […]
The days blur into one. This is what happens when every day is the same. Time slips by, collapses in on itself. A week, a month, half the season gone. […]
I stand alone in the dark. Cars, pick-ups, other vans drive beyond the drop kerb. Cars come out of the holiday park. Still I wait. I check the time on […]
I stand by the side of the road in the steadily falling rain watching cars, pick up truck and vans drive by. I have no idea what Anial looks like. […]
I could wake up in a holiday park, on the beach, in a reserve, in a car park. If I woke up in enough different places, could I wake up […]
I pass through three different shops in Napier as I prepare for the last of the Great Walks; Lake Waikaremoana. I do things differently for the fist time in a […]
After almost two months of getting away with it, I have to fill up the water tanks on the van. The sink foams, reminding me I’d only done half a […]
Anvil headed black clouds sit over the grey sea. The rain is coming. 10 centimetres any time from now. I don’t want to go anyway, so I don’t. Another day […]
There is no room in Waihohonu Hut tonight. Nor is there any room four nights from now. Neither way around Ruapehu will work if I leave today. I remain unconvinced […]
Once again I find I have travelled halfway across the North Island in a day. The Central Plateau reminds me of the Scottish Highlands, of the Welsh Mountains. Of something, […]
The temporary permanence of Kentishman Hops gave me the illusion of stability. Things were normal. Same faces, every day. I knew my way to the supermarket, which aisle the baked […]