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 →