Author Archives: orlaomuiri

A weekend of ski-touring adventures on the Tasman Glacier, Aoraki/Mount Cook National Park How insignificant I am standing here in front of a monstrous wall of ice. Yet out of the two of us, it is the hundreds of year old glacier that is now more mortal, more vulnerable than I. It is disappearing. TheContinueContinue reading “Seeking Refuge in the Mountains”

The bruises on my knees are yellow, a sure sign of the last stage of the heal. The skin on my bum has started to reform, the little bit of weight I lost, piled back on… I am back sprawled on the couch at home, a cup of tea in hand allowing nostalgia to seepContinueContinue reading “Adventures with Da: Boston to Toronto by Bicycle”

I told you I’d catch up. I told you I’d get there in the end. My parents always said that their three daughters were just taking the ‘scenic route’, ‘the long way around in life’. But then I did it. I finally got what I’d been craving, what I’d been working towards and dreaming aboutContinueContinue reading “The Pursuit of Happiness”

To feel lonely in your own country is a terrible thing. To have to stand still, when you want to run. To have to put yourself out there constantly, when you know you are going to get knocked back. That’s why I miss the road. I miss the not knowing. I miss the freedom. IContinueContinue reading “An Ode to the Road”