*And what they’re about to learn in this post There are some things in this world that you never want to tell your grandma, no matter how much you can tell her. I love my grandma. She’s amazing. She was an army wife, traveling across Europe and Korea with four children while my grandpa was…
Tag: solo female travel
five things that traveling has taught me about life
Travel teaches people different things. It means different things to different people. For some, travel is about finding yourself, and they go to extreme lengths to do that. For others, it’s more about the journey than the destination.Whatever your reason(s) for traveling, at some point you have thought about the why – the existential behind…
road trip nz: part two
If you haven’t read part one, I suggest doing that just to catch yourself up on the first few days 🙂 Paul and I left Gisborne behind on a semi-cloudy day. We had a look at the map and opted not to take the coastal route – it sounded really amazing as far as views…
thunderbirds are go!: a weta workshop tour
A few weeks ago, on my third to last day in Wellington, I met up with Bryn for coffee and he casually mentioned a contact at the Weta Workshop. And so, at 9 am on a Sunday morning, I found myself grabbing coffee to go at Peoples Coffee in Newtown and jumping into Jake’s car…
a bicycle tour of wellington
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)….
my new year resolutions
Well, it’s that time again… time for me to write a blog post about how I have all these resolutions… and then blatantly ignore it. This year, I’m trying something a little bit different. none of that “I’m going to lose ten pounds” crap… although now that I think about it, I should probably get…
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…
in photos: the tongariro alpine crossing
Best viewed in conjunction with this travel essay on the Tongariro Alpine Crossing.
travel essay: hiking at stephen’s garden, svalbard
It isn’t the North Pole, and it isn’t even the northernmost point that my feet touched land that week. But hiking at Stephen’s Garden in Svalbard is the highest we went: approximately 1500 feet. Leaving the ship anchored in her small cove in front of a glacier, our zodiacs zipped around the fjord entrance, depositing…