After the job had finished, I decided to head up towards Brisbane as the busy tourist trap of the Gold Coast wasn’t really my scene and I wanted to meet a friend with similar plans. I met Thomas about a month ago over a ping pong table in another hostel. We both wanted to travel…
Getting older involves trading many things, like working knees, for perspective and insight; on balance maybe not a bad trade, but the irony of watching the same lessons being learnt, or not is tough.
The Gold Coast’s a tourist destination on the eastern edge of Australia, where masses of burned and tanned bodies dressed in vests, flat caps and bikinis, writhe round the ankles of a forest of sky-scrapers.
My Dad, brother and I have a tradition of finding adventures on holiday. Nick’s planning, stepping off the beaten track and mucking around, make for a good time.
Christchurch’s botanical gardens are beautifully kept, but after a day and a night, and another day of rain we nonetheless decided to go with the flow and head on down to the coast:
Unrelated to pretty much anything else here, but a good parenting fable and top of this trip’s playlist.
At Blockhill, Melisa and Olmec are 8 years into their sustainable, low environmental impact project, and we were bowled over by their efforts to turn a grass hillside into a verdant and bountiful garden.
This trip took a lot of preparation: arranging time off school, travel arrangements, route planning etc. etc. but all that only took us as far as Wellington on the North Island.
Riverside was established in 1941 by conscientious objectors and today describes itself as an intentional community: the intention being peaceful and sustainable.
Time is different here – hits from yesteryear play on the radio (Stevie Wonder’s being superstitious just now), happy hour is practically an institution and blokes hunt.
