The bike ride along stunning coastline to Wellington finished with a big hill, which has become a standard way to finish a big ride here in New Zealand. But that’s ok, because at the top of the huge hill lies my friends’ house, which has a fully-stocked fridge and a bathtub. After raiding the fridge just a little bit (post cycling hungry is a new level of hunger!) and a lovely long soak I made my way down into town for the Waka Odyssey opening to the New Zealand Festival, on the waterfront.
I am making a weird and wonderful journey. An anti-single-use-plastic bamboo bike mission. It’s not your everyday sort of bike ride.
Although I spend time with lots of kids, I spend most of the time alone, huffing and puffing my way up huge hills with a bright red face!
But all of the time, whether I am feeling tired or hungry or excited or wet or hot, ALWAYS, I am looking forward to meeting mini superheroes and hearing their ideas Continue reading I see superheroes, everywhere!
Arohanui – it is Maori for much love / deep affection, but goes deeper than just those words. It’s right inside your soul. I can’t think of a better way to describe the start of my plastic kaupapa (principles calling me to action) trip around New Zealand. Continue reading The Force is strong here
Join us on a visit to Nurdle Beach… OK, it was not really called Nurdle Beach. It’s called Mangawhai Heads. But take 5, grab a cuppa and find out about the nurdleyness…
Imagine growing up in a place known as Curly, with a beach that looks like this…