For two weeks I was in full backpacker mode. I was free. I was doing my thing. I wore the same pair of socks three days in a row, only taking them off to shower at a community pool. I began this adventure in Wellington – windy Wellington, capital of New Zealand and place of … More Hawke’s Bay, East Cape & Bay of Plenty
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
introverted explorer 