When I first made the decision to come down to New Zealand, one of the first things on my list was “get a bike,” but after arriving in Wellington, I decided that was pretty much out of the question since this city is built on rocks and rolls (ok, terrible pun, sorry I’m not sorry)….
Category: expat life
travel essay: the tongariro alpine crossing
I awoke in the grey pre-dawn to a sky full of clouds and my spirits dampened just like the deck outside. I felt sure that my hike was going to be drab and dreary, full of wind and chills. Across the road, the lake sat still and quiet like the clouds above. The hills across…