THE YEAR IN REVIEW Everyone always says “Wow what a year it’s been!” every year – but we think we’ve had a bloody awesome year. There are a few people saying 2016 has been an absolute shitter with events & many tragedies. But for the couple behind Snorkels […]
WHEN THE SHIT HITS THE FAN AT HOME Be safe #kaikoura 💙 my favourite place on earth. #eqnz A photo posted by Minna (@minnaerika) on Nov 15, 2016 at 10:07am PST For all the wonderful life lessons you gain from travelling, sometimes being away from home can really […]
Growing up in Christchurch, New Zealand, I remember winter mornings on the radio.
“And Mt Hutt is…OPEN! But you’ll need chains…”
All the ski fields in the region would have a little message on the radio to say if they were open or closed for the day and how the road up the mountain was looking.
If it was a school trip, you’d eagerly await the morning announcement, fearing those dreaded words – POSTPONED.
I still remember my first ever scuba-dive in the sea at Goat Island Marine Reserve.
I remember the grazes over my knuckles, as I tried to wiggle into my new wetsuit. The clumsiness of putting on my dive gear.
Then I remember the weightlessness. The freedom.
I remember an underwater paradise.
E. T. T. E…
That’s right isn’t it?
…I. L. U. J
Excellent. That’s Juliette backwards.
The task of writing my name backwards was undertaken at about 28 metres – the deepest I had ever been. This was all part of the PADI Advanced Open Water Diver course at the famed Poor Knights Islands.
New Zealand is covered with volcanoes – some extinct, some simply dormant, and some which like to remind everyone they are very much still alive.
And it is Mt Ruapehu which is in the Very-Much-Still-Alive camp.
It is also home to the North Island’s only commercial skifields, Turoa and Whakapapa.
Here, you can go snowboarding and skiing on an active volcano.
She sweeps around to face us, advancing a few metres before coming to a stop a short distance away from the cage.
Her beady little black eyes penetrate me. It feels like I’m staring into a Dementor from Harry Potter, being kissed by the soul-sucking fiend.
She breaks eye contact and I can breathe again.