Whanganui River

River of Fun

River of Fun

What's your instinctive reaction to an invitation to try something different?

On the trail, my default setting has gone from a cautious, "Maybe", to an enthusiastic, "Yes," which explains how I went from sitting in a quiet library to thrusting a paddle into the gale-tossed waters of the Whanganui River in less time than it takes to watch an episode of "Man vs Wild.”

River of Hope

River of Hope

I paused on the road five kilometres below Jerusalem and surveyed the straggling line of houses that make up Ranana-London. I smiled. If this hamlet had any connection with one of the world's greatest cities then it could only be as a reminder that from small beginnings, great things can grow.

River of Compassion

River of Compassion

Walking down the river road with sunshine breaking through the rain clouds and the river swirling, murmuring and sometimes roaring over shallow rapids, felt delightful. I bounded along the tarmac in high good humour, breaking into snatches of song, talking to myself, just your average tramping oddball.

River of Tears

River of Tears

When I rolled out from under my dew-streaked tarp and blearily took in the lowering rain clouds flooding over the hills to the north and tasted rain on the humid air, I didn't bother with breakfast. Instead, I raced to stuff my gear into my pack and slid downhill in a cloud of stinging black flies.