I expected the seven kilometre hike from Chongde Station to be an up hill battle, but the train had already gently risen before reaching the village and the hike was relatively flat. What made it difficult, was the final tunnel. It was a hair-raising hike through a one and a half kilometre dark tunnel with no sidewalk where trucks roared past and their noisy engines echoed off the tunnel ceiling.Continue reading Qingshui cliffs
I was on my way to Qingshui Cliffs in Taroko National Park, but there was no public transport right to this site. Instead, I caught a train from Hualien to Chongde then had another seven kilometres to hike along coastal Suao-Hualien Highway.
The Coromandel Coast’s Kuaotunu Reserve fringed the beach on the southern edge of Whangapoua. A grove of pohutukawa trees were bent and twisted from years of extreme weather conditions. Continue reading Kuaotunu Reserve
I took the short hike up the hill along side the dusty road to take in the estuary and Maramaratotara Bay in one direction and Lonely Bay and Cooks Bay around the other side of the cliff. Continue reading Shakespeare’s Cliff Reserve
Maketu was an east coast town with a large stretch of beach and a swirling stream that coursed its way into the Pacific Ocean. Continue reading Historical Maketu
The local beach may have had a line of boats along the pier, but that didn’t lessen its appeal. It was long and wide with white sand and the ocean was refreshing.
There were few swimmers but during the afternoon, I couldn’t help notice the photographers. Continue reading People watching on Con Son Beach
From the south of Newfoundland’s peninsular, I drove north to Harbour Grace, a small town with a five hundred year history. However, I was interested in its more recent history connected to Amelia Earhart. Continue reading Earhart’s Harbour Grace
After nearly seven hours in the air, I was still in Canada. I had gone from the Pacific Ocean to the Atlantic and wanted to make the most of my first day in Newfoundland and Labrador’s capital, St John’s, in Canada’s most eastern province. Continue reading Right Across Canada
We whipped through Lincoln City and Florence because my friend was keen on a buggy ride over the sand dunes.
We booked a tour with one office and when we arrived, were told the other people in the group were going to be an hour late so we’d have to wait till they arrived. Excuse me! We weren’t late, we chastised the woman and demanded our money back. Continue reading Oregon Dunes National Recreation Area
Driving south into Oregon State, we passed over the Columbia River and through Astoria. I had somehow held a very different image of what the area would look like. Instead, I discovered beautiful countryside, quaint towns and quiet beachside resorts. Continue reading Oregon’s beaches