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I Wanna Be a Travel Writer – Jan. 25, Auckland (1 of 3)
Jan. 25 – Auckland I wanted a backpack with wheels so badly I could taste it. After all, my weekender travel case had wheels and shoulder straps, and did I ever use the straps? No. I wheeled it everywhere. Up and down the halls of airports, through the casinos, and up to my hotel rooms,
I Wanna Be a Travel Writer – Feb. 3, Guts
Feb. 3 – Guts Writing takes guts. I suppose that the one thing that has always kept me from writing more often is a lack of "Nike" spirit. A writer writes, they say, and I believe it. I just haven’t done it. Enough anyway. Every once in a while I’ve gotten a fresh new attitude
Exploring a Bay of Plenty (1 of 2)
Moreton Bay’s islands are close to Brisbane, but f
Eight Days of Madness: Cradle Mountain to Lake St Clair (2 of 3)
That night we camped at an area below Mt Oakley and spent the night keeping the (very huge) possums out of our luggage and tent – little buggers kept wanting to rip the tent apart to get at the rations so we had to keep flashing lights at them during the night. The overland track
Eight Days of Madness: Cradle Mountain to Lake St Clair (1 of 3)
For someone who had never hiked overnight before,
Den Norge (7 of 8)
Trondheim Again I went back to the University in Trondheim for another night. I spent the day walking around town and trying to find their famous bicycle lift. I was very confused on just what this thing was. People kept telling me that it was a sort of elevator to take bicycles up a really
Den Norge (6 of 8)
Johnny Cash in Norway On the way back, we pulled into shore to come to an old abandoned village that had only about four or five wind blown buildings still standing. While the tourists peered through windows and ate a packed lunch, I examined old stoves and carts parked among the fallen foundations. The captain’s
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The Power of a Sunset I went for a short walk with a very nice Spaniard that I had met at the previous hostel. We took pictures of the landscape and basked in the chilly Arctic air. We went our separate ways as we both wanted to be alone for a while. Then, I came
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The Night Train I took the night train to Oslo that night. At first, I was very happy. I got on the train and found a car with a lot of gorgeous Scandinavian men in it. Two of the men sat drinking out of a large bottle of liquor. They were were actually quite handsome
Den Norge (2 of 8)
Sure enough, he invited me to stay at his place. I told him straight away that I didn’t think that he ought to be looking at me as a romantic possibility for many reasons. I knew that he was upset and was looking for someone to hold him. But, I wasn’t really willing to be
Christchurch, New Zealand – February 2001
Valentine’s Day is near and what better way to pre
A Weekend in Stockholm (2 of 2)
On Anna-Christine’s recommendation, I spent Saturday evening at Stampen, a jazz club in Gamla Stan. The club was built like a rabbit warren on two floors of an 18th century building. It had two stages, one on each floor. The upstairs band played real I-know-jazz kind of jazz, while the downstairs bar had a dance