Handfuls of sandflies This is a deceptively simple book. It starts at Bainham right up in the northwestern corner of Golden Bay and makes straight for the Dragons Teeth, barely letting up until reaching the coast at Precipice Cove in Fiordland, by which time handfuls of sandflies are trapped between the tent outer and inner. |
Chasm danglers On a single day last Easter, 3,300 people walked the Tongariro Crossing. My Facebook feed shows photographs of tourists shitting in the grass at the White Horse Hill campground at Mt Cook. Are there too many people on the mountains, or just not enough toilets? |
The modernist |
Little things |
Wall to wall |
Kind looks |
Dark precipices |
Diorite |
Old man |
Te Wai ā-moe |
Isolation |
Mana |
The Dharma Bums |
Argyle Street 1984 |
The back lawn |
Music |
May the fire be on your faces |
