What inspires you when you travel?
What sights lift your spirits and touch your soul?
Some places have a greater effect on you than others, their backdrops offering more inspiration and inner peace away from the busyness of everyday life.
The Ruapehu region of New Zealand is a spectacular vision in the North Island.
The three volcanic peaks of Ruapehu, Tongariro and Ngauruhoe interrupt an otherwise flat, sparse and desert-like region.
It’s the sight of this dramatic volcanic landscape that makes me draw a sharp intake of breath each time I arrive.
All I can hear is the glassy crunch of my skis with each turn.
Cliffs and hills cast shadows on the floodlit trails while perfect silhouettes of committed skiers and snowboarders dance on the snow.
Just over 12 months ago we made what could be considered a life-changing decision.
We packed up our life in New Zealand to take hold of an opportunity.
That opportunity was to move to a tropical island for eight months.
Fiji became our home.
Island life was our new norm.
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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.