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.
It’s been a whirlwind of a few weeks. I keep thinking this trip can’t get any more wonderful. And then along comes the next adventure to prove me wrong.
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
Imagine growing up in a place known as Curly, with a beach that looks like this…