Conversations on El Camino

Guys. I just spent the past week with the coolest person this side of the Cook Strait. If you’ve ever been dragged along on a hike in the woods (“bush” in Kiwispeak) with me, you likely know that my dream job - after I outgrew my cowboy clothes and gave up on being an astronaut…

We left our coastal campsite Thursday to drive further down the single-wide gravel road until we reached Anatori, the furthest point to which you can drive along the west coast when approaching from the north, then turned around after peering at the whitebait fishermen’s squatter huts (the little silvery wriggly fish are a huge deal,…

I cracked one eye open, peering out of the tiny opening to the bright whiteness of tent walls after dawn. Beads of condensation clung to the outside of my borrowed sleepsack as I slowly gathered courage to expose the other eye to morning sunshine filtered by the rain fly. Wind gently ruffled the walls, its…