Youngster

"Researching" as a concept can often be glamourised as the act of excavating fossils in the sub-sahara, or of jungle-cutting to some forgotten ancient city from the late-pleistocene. Unfortunately, not only does this perception set up the young researcher for disappointment, it narrowly ignores the grind and grit necessary to recruit the participants, pippet the …

National Carrier

At some arbitrary flightlevel, northbound, I consider my fate,on the investment of being-there, and my rageat the apathy of good people.Consuming the inflight mag sparks incendiary envy at the wealth on displayuntil it dawns that I myself an Flourishing, regardless.Descending, anticipating the imminent thicket of my friendships,who hear my bullshit laments and release me regardlessinto …

Lyttelton

In Lyttelton, where houses cry for sun perched on sea slopes and wind whips alarmingly from the harbourside. Artists and fare, coalesce, in storefronts and streets, in sun, affecting outlooks. -- cjG

Tekapo

Colours work different down south and through central. Brown fields unforgiven crash against arrogant pines. Lakes manifest whatever pastel shade is their Truth. But irrigated paddocks pronounce their greeness to All. Wildflowers scoff. -- cjG

Deadline

Notes from the campus concourse, as hanging out with myself seems good enough when you're stoked on unwrapping scholarly presents and dominating assessed coursework presentations. Being this content self-remunerates plenty more than student allowances. -- cjG

Necessary Conversations

Last Legs So it´s time to make the final run towards Rio. Which means big days and big miles and I am well-aware that I am making some big overdrafts on my psyche to get where I want to in the time I want to. I don´t see any viable alternatives, this just needs to happen. Two days …

Big Brazil

Big Brazil. Big Challenges. Big Decisions. From Macapa on the northern banks of the Amazon it’s a 26hr ferry-ride through the labyrinth of islands in the delta archipelago to get to Belem, the mainland, the start of what I know will be an endurance test of thousands and thousands of highway miles. Unloading the bike …

The Guianas Part III

Suriname will forever bring me a smile when I think back on its humble dutchness. Yep even out here hidden in the malarial jungles and mangrove coastlines the Dutch have got it together making things rad. You know you’re in an ex-Dutch colony on disembarking the ferry from Guyana because there are canals everywhere. Pulling …

The Guianas Part II

Guyana Jerry’s in Georgetown is another of those places where it’s difficult to leave the convenient easiness of being there for the sometimes-grind of getting even basic-necessities on the road. Wifi upstairs with which to skype home, bar and good cheap eats downstairs, cafe down the road. And then leaving gets even harder. Graham turns …

The Guianas Part I

Big Ride, Big Heart This really is the mission I have been dreaming of, through the Guianas. So go now and prove to yourself for once and all you’ve earned the right to be counted amongst the Overlanders. Part of the adventure-motorcyclist fraternity. Here we go. Rested up I bomb out of Santa Elena southernmost …