There are lots of gems up north. Some well-known and well-travelled, others less so. Poirua Falls is one of the latter kind, though many still do make the drive on six kilometres of gravel to reach it.
I like being a small country. Especially when flights are cheap.
My mother remembers the St. James theatre in the 80s. Cheap lino on the floor, broken boards, scungy walls and maintenance long forgotten. The Facebook page about it, and the […]
A couple of weeks ago, I took a friend to the Auckland Museum. He wasn’t visiting the city or anything, he’d just never been. I’ve never understood that kind of […]
My best friend and I have been that for nearly eleven years. When only one of you has yet hit twenty, that’s an achievement. It’s one we’re proud of. Our […]
I’ve never lived inland. I’ve lived all my life so far in the same city – a harbour city. A three-harboured city, actually. Auckland sits like a smear between our […]
It’s a ferry journey to my boyfriend’s house. I’ve never gotten tired of it. The water’s still always beautiful. At night the lights are hopeful. I love open water and […]