Stories from travels in

Americas

Kawaihae Harbour

I’ve been burning the candle at both ends for quite a while; months, in fact. Life has been busy. Work has been manic. And I

Wild horses and taro

The old expression ‘wild horses wouldn’t drag me there’ came to mind today as we drove down into Waipi’o Valley. Downhill traffic had to give

Ringing in the New Year

I rarely, if ever, buy real champagne. The kind made in France. The original stuff. The real stuff. But this NYE, viewing the rather limited

A matter of perspective

My computer clock tells me that it’s 2.09 am on 31 December and yet my wristwatch says 15.09  on 29 December. Such is the joy

Honaunau

When I started this Grateful series at the start of this year, I had no idea of how it would work or what shape it

New Jersey: Armpit or Garden State?

I was quite surprised to be told that New Jersey is referred to as the armpit of America. From where I was standing, sitting, walking,

Common ground

Ever since I saw Andy Warhol’s rendition of a tin of Campbell’s soup in the San Francisco MoMA, modern art has confounded me. For the

Bright lights, big city

New York: a city of bright lights and brighter people. A city where everything and anything goes. After my minor altercation with the camera people,

Hope rings eternal

I must be the only person in the world who has not seen footage of 9/11. I was living in Alaska at the time  and

A sour bite from a big apple

The view across the Hudson River is spectacular, especially at night. The Empire State looms large and the new World Trade Center towers pink over