Accompanied by a light westerly and drizzle we pulled our packs out of the car, switched on our head torches and headed up the Coral track. This could be a short, steep, sticky night time jaunt to the bush line and back if the wind doesn’t abate we joked, philosophical about our chances. Unlike previous … Read more
Renee and Geoff are leaving Wellington shortly to return to their South Island roots. The plan is to settle in Arthur’s Pass and run a bed and breakfast. This seemed like an audacious and risky move to Aunty Rata, can you even get chocolate down there? I was not completely surprised though, as Geoff and … Read more
Holy shit! I am so knackered. I am lying on one of the top bunks of a small mountain hut in Arthur’s Pass national park. It is cramped. There are barely nine inches between my nose and the slope of the ceiling. It doesn’t matter, though, because I am too tired to sit up. I … Read more