Invercargill is the unloved, red-headed stepchild of New Zealand. Continue reading
The following morning dawned ultra-fine, so I prepped to reattempt my previously aborted plan of heading (on one of the country’s numerous one-way-in, one-way-out drives) to Glenorchy, tantalizingly described by my Lonely Planet guidebook as ‘heartbreakingly beautiful.’ Continue reading
Here’s a proper post, to balance out the prior pompous and picture-free whingeing.
I had two goals after my return from several days off in the wilderness: make some tracks toward my next stop, and get caught up on office work. Continue reading
The post holiday letdown. We’re first tangled in its bitter tendrils as kids after Christmas. Continue reading
I’d budgeted several days to hang out in Milford, under the erroneous impression that it would be a good base for hiking around a bit. Continue reading
So, I am here again in [chilly] Florida, looking out on my brown yard and black pool, feeling a bit like a stranger in a totally familiar land that’s suddenly gone slightly askew. Continue reading