1 Year In Golden Bay

Bird song alarm clocks.

Parapara, a Wellington-esque wind, and then stillness.

From the source: Food, water, endless treats. It's a supermarket.

Swim in the rivers, then the sandflies sound the alarm.

Every inch of my body sits when I sit. My face sits.

People are the minority here.

No traffic lights, but the movie theatre has an intermission.

I’m drinking beers...only kiwi ones.

I dance. I work outside. I find a way to enjoy life.

Before now, I'd never spoken to God.

I do better with a coach in my life.