New Zealand: Queenstown
In the morning I wake up cold. I am never, ever going to put the blanket away. The temperature has to have dropped to a single figure. I don’t want […]
In the morning I wake up cold. I am never, ever going to put the blanket away. The temperature has to have dropped to a single figure. I don’t want […]
In the end I’m close to 500km away from where I need to be, which is fine. I have a couple of days to cover the distance. Wind whistles around […]
The final stretch of the Lewis Pass is magnificent. High rolling burnt yellow hills. The braids of silver stones and milk-blue rivers appear as a reflection of the bright blue sky […]
Misty rain drifts over the van. A four beer fuzz lines my mouth. My eyes are open but I’m not sure they want to be. I go through the motions […]
I drove past the end of the Old Ghost Road. Everyone I’ve met who has walked it says it’s the best. I tried to get a booking but I’d left […]
The Heaphy Track was over too soon. I wanted more days, more huts, bigger distance. The trail is life, the trail is the bringer of joy. I was equally glad to […]
For the first time I find myself not worried about heading out on the trail. There are no concerns, which in itself because a cause for concern, for worry. Have […]
The morning after walking the Abel Tasman Coast Track I wake up late and confused. Beneath me is a soft mattress. I had enjoyed the enhanced comfort of a night […]
In Nelson I leave the van with the AA for a service, or the most expensive 2 hours of parking I have ever paid for. I wander around the city […]
On my final morning in the North Island for the foreseeable future I was up early. I needed to make sure I was in the right place at the right […]