Jack The Van

I recently realized that I’ve shared several stories about wonderful Kiwis who’ve housed me, fed me and kept me company. But I haven’t introduced my true companion, ride and die, best of the best, Jack the Van. This red and white beast is named after the late Jack, Chris’s father, who passed away while I … More Jack The Van


The day I planned to stay at the Wicks I got a cash job in Rotorua. I gardened for a woman, Ingrid, who was slightly neurotic and, I think, romantically involved with her garden. The way she gently caressed the plants, the way she walked as if the leaves were applauding and she would swing … More Wicks