I’ve moved into a working hostel in Northern Victoria – snagging a job in the brief few weeks that farms allowed new backpackers in before slamming their doors shut once more due to coronavirus spikes.
A year is not enough time. But oh, what a year it was…
… won’t you tell me your name? One of the most common themes as summer has faded in New Zealand is fellow travelers sighing about how lonely and exhausting it is. … Continue reading Hello, I Love You
Slowly, slowly, me and Goldie.