Black Sand Storms | Stories from Iceland II

Black Sand Storms | Stories from Iceland II

"There is something about a solo road trip that I find terrifying yet addictive. I am afraid of the tornado of thoughts I will have when driving 1000km alone, yet obsessed with wanting to experience them - with delving into that deep black hole inside myself that can only be reached on a journey like this one."

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The Road Keeps Calling

The Road Keeps Calling

The first time I drove alone I had planned a three and a half hour journey to Sequoia National Park. After unknowingly making an illegal turn out of the car hire centre in Los Angeles, I headed towards the I-5 for my first solo four-wheeled adventure. I was instantly struck by the freedom of it all. The long road ahead and the wide sky above. “There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars”.

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This Morning, One Year Ago

This Morning, One Year Ago

"My eyes flicker open wearingly at the sound of a soft tapping on the canvas walls of my little green tent. It is dim inside, meaning it is either still nighttime or that my first day of riding on the South Island will be beneath rainclouds and on shiny wet roads. It appears to be the latter."

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Cycling New Zealand | Part One: North Island

Cycling New Zealand | Part One: North Island

A journey by bicycle from Auckland, heading north into Northland, around the Coromandel Peninsula before making my way southbound. Cycling through iconic Rotorua, beautiful Lake Taupo, hiking the Tongariro Alpine Crossing before heading to coastal Napier then down to Wellington.

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