It’s 6:30 in the morning, I’ve already been driving for hours. As I drive toward Rotorua, a dense fog mystically appears. It’s thick. Look up and see the shadow of a mountain looming. It’s a serious, powerful image. A little further and geysers of fog rise from the earth like pillars.
The drowsy brain takes a while to realise this is not fog but steam…It is easy to see why our place is often used for movie settings; it’s easy to see why so many come to stare in wonder at this land. In the half light of the dawn this is a wondrous place to be driving deserted roads.

What kind of life is one leading? One of 3 am road trips to the other end of the nation, to collect generous gifts from humble farmers and precious pensioners; what privilege to rub shoulders with young people discovering how to forge a path into life, and to walk with the leaders of nations!

In the steam geysers and half-lit mountains it strikes one as an opportunity to embrace a life of remarkable contrasts…

a life less ordinary