Alpine Peaks to Geothermal Valleys: A Two-Island Campervan Odyssey: Day 11 to 14
The Interislander terminal at Picton is a study in patience dressed up as procedure. Lines of painted arrows guide vehicles…
The Interislander terminal at Picton is a study in patience dressed up as procedure. Lines of painted arrows guide vehicles…
The kea arrived before the coffee did. I had pulled into a gravel turnout on the eastern side of Arthur’s…
The van smelled of diesel and someone else’s air freshener, a pine thing that would wear off by Invercargill if…
The smell reaches the windscreen before the town does. Sulphur, yes, but also something wetter and older than that, like…
Rain has been falling on the Fox Glacier valley for two days straight and the creek behind the holiday park…
The key fob for the campervan came attached to a laminated card showing a cartoon sheep giving a thumbs up….
The first thing that hits me on Jalan Alor is not the smell of satay but the sound of it:…
The first thing I ate in Malaysia was a mistake of geography rather than taste. I had landed in Kuala…
The char kway teow man on Lebuh Carnarvon works with two woks and a cigarette going simultaneously, and the cigarette…