Typically, we’re not one for labels, but if we had to define ourselves it would be:
“ intellectually curious travellers, who value unpretentious luxury and authentic experiences. Travellers who seek opportunities that foster a sense of connectedness to each other and the world around us.”
There was an unconventional beauty here that had caught me off guard. I had not envisioned Hong Kong to be beautiful. Vibrant, yes. Mesmerising and hypnotic yes. Entertaining, unequivocally yes again. But not beautiful… and yet as the sun faded on my first day in Hong Kong, the cityscape began to illuminate.
I choose living with intention. Loving with passion. Laughing without inhibition. I choose light over darkness. I choose moments over money. I choose today over tomorrow. I. Choose. Life.
For though you may be well aware of “modern Macao”, the ‘new’ did not always exist. Before the ‘new’ was the old. Ancient in ways and steeped in tradition, once a gateway for Europe to the Orient, where East met West trading.
To find the words for a moment that leaves one speechless is always difficult. Yet, what I can describe is the quiet calm of camaraderie amongst those at the summit.
Whilst increasing in popularity, the growing crowds do not detract from this experience, so beautiful and life affirming is the landscape. Simply put, Hooker Valley Track is a must do.
A comprehensive road trip guide on ‘How to drive the South Island of NZ’…
“overlooking the turquoise waters of Lake Tekapo, you will begin to question what the hell took you so long to visit New Zealand. It truly is other worldly.”
A few weeks ago I had the opportunity to speak live on radio across Melbourne, Australia.
The veiled threat, and undercurrent is in the air as tensions run higher than I can ever remember when in airports and around many significant landmarks and monuments…READ MORE
Streets reverberating with energy, a momentum that synergises to the core of my being.
You. New. York. New. York are Infectious. Contagious. Hypnotic.
There are days so special, that I catalogue them in the “Must not Forget, Treasure Forever” vortex of my memory. Days just like yesterday. When Autumn is at her most spectacular, cold mornings, warm afternoons, and the landscape imbued in golden tones.
