This story begins in May 2014 when I went to a bar in Christchurch to meet someone. And now, nine months later, I jump out of a plane almost six kilometers high. And only because I met Rob then.
New Zealand is best to travel in your own car, they say. It's true, unfortunately. For two weeks I was driving in the rental car on the Coromandel Peninsula. Golden times.
Since the earthquake nearly four years ago, Christchurch looks quite old - all broken. And I as a rubble woman in the middle.
One reason for our "Out of Office" break was the desire to rebalance the inner work-life balance. True to the motto: ...
Six nights in the summits of Nelson Lakes National Park. All alone. A rehearsal for the mind, when the mind is to calm down and has nothing but fussing in the head.
When does Rumreisen stop and when does life begin? In twelve-hour shifts, at night in storm and rain with wet socks and the sweet smell of fermenting grape juice in the nose. A vintage in New Zealand.
We have found the perfect place. Stay here, live, never be anywhere else. Can we do that? Now? No.
It is half past eight in the morning and I have a mission. Today I will climb my first volcano. Not some volcano ... We're on New Zealand's North Island in a nasty-looking volcanic landscape that looks like nothing of this world.