A Friend In High Places
I was growing tired of all these complete strangers coming to me in tears. It was January 2010, I was in Berchtesgaden, Germany, at a German Alpine Club conference. I was standing at a desk, in front of a placard with beautiful pictures of New Zealand emblazoned all over it. Stones and driftwood from our
Accepting the past so I can move into the future
It was a beautiful day in hectic Yogyakarta. I’d been travelling for nearly one month and enjoying disconnecting from reality, which was not so bright and shiny back then… Looking back, that was the year my father died and, in a nutshell, it was not the greatest year of my life. Yet, it was probably