Te Araroa: Stag Saddle
Geraldine is a town, not a very big town I’ll admit but still a town of people. Enough people it would seem to justify a pub being open until 2am. […]
Geraldine is a town, not a very big town I’ll admit but still a town of people. Enough people it would seem to justify a pub being open until 2am. […]
Paula makes a sign. It reads “Arthur’s Pass.” We have to hitch into the village to collect our resupply boxes. My last one. It’s a 24km round trip. Part of […]
Paula hasn’t changed. She doesn’t want a rest day. She wants to come with us. Back on the team, which means an early alarm and a higher chance of an […]
I struggle when everyone sets off for the morning. I want to go too, but I also know I need a day off. At least Quentin is still here. I […]
Jake asked the question. “What is the purpose of this walk for you?” I laughed, which bought me enough time to avoid answering the question. His mouth, and perhaps his […]
The grey-green waters of the Wellington Harbour slide along the edge of the Interislander Ferry. The boat is quiet. Songs hum from the canteen radio. Indistinct voices chatter, laugh. Auckland […]
I wake up to the smell of lemon muffins rising in the oven. Andrea already getting on with some baking. A note on the side informs me to help myself. […]
An overcast, dry day in Palmerston North offers much relief from the unrelenting sun. Walking into town without weight feels like flying. I have to replace my Buff, buy some […]
When Iain gets up I’m still trying to commit to a plan. Do I get up and start walking or do I take a day, replace my hat, buy a […]
I wake up as first light stretches over the Remutakas. I’m a long way from the start, and still will be when I begin. I condense my life into a […]