We’ll always have Paris
Here you'll find my thoughts about life, travel, books and, because I love a laugh, the occasional spoof. All this from the perspective of a small town, on an island, in a country that's too close to the Antarctic for comfort.
Nau Mai, Haere mai. Come on in!
Paris redeems herself.
I’m getting a little obsessive about just what might go in my pack. Funny that!
It’s desolate. It’s elevated. Life is difficult up there. Llamas thrive, cattle don’t and neither do coast dwellers.
Listen! Can you hear that? There’s music in the hills and it’s coming from Waipawa M&D.
Ollantaytambo entrances and amuses
When bad luck turns good: coping with the crowds at Machu Picchu.