And one thing leads to the other
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.
Sunny and me
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.
Girls staring at traffic lights
Since the earthquake nearly four years ago, Christchurch looks quite old - all broken. And I as a rubble woman in the middle.
Sheep count in New Zealand
One reason for our "Out of Office" break was the desire to rebalance the inner work-life balance. True to the motto: ...
Who seeks solitude ...
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.
4 weeks of chaos 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.
Next, on and on
We have found the perfect place. Stay here, live, never be anywhere else. Can we do that? Now? No.
