“30 years is not worth a night of misery,” I insisted, predicting a speedy transition from rustic to agonizing in this weather.
New Zealand had given me snow topped mountains for my birthday. An environment better spent in private chilly reflection, wishing for woolen socks and the chance to be 25 again.
Gone are the rowdy days of Arrowtown’s mining past. The footsteps of frantic gold hunters have faded into the gentle patter of families with prams; espresso has replaced moonshine as […]
Flying into Queenstown airport – ZQN – gives new solemnity to the invention of arm rests. Wobbling through cloud-hatted peaks, the plane searches for that tell-tale paved strip at the base of the Remarkables, while rows of pale fingers clench the sides of plastic seats.
We were stuck in the doldrums. Drifting aimlessly between breakfast and bedtime, numb hands and mind focused only on my e-mail inbox. For seven weeks, Hadyn and I waited, responded […]
…the third period of Queenstown has been a two-week vacation, extended into seven. But, no matter how long I stay or how often I leave, always those snowy peaks await my return.
Whether you’re on the road or at your desk, this month’s book, movie and music reviews will give you a traveling taste of New Zealand. Read: A Land of Two […]
As featured on GoAbroad: In New Zealand, trail maps, guardrails and souvenir shops are not associated with outdoor excursions like they are in other countries. With so few people and […]
Too Mutch For Words 