With it being two weeks since I returned from the tropical paradise of the Cook Island, and to my eyes, the tan working its way down the 50 Shades of Brown scale (“you’re so tanned Sam”, say my colleagues, but what do they know. I need me my freckles!!), I thought it an ideal time … More Rarotonga: too beautiful for even my word quota.
It’s been five weeks since I returned from the beautiful paradise that was, Fiji! Lemme tell you, it didn’t take long to feel like I hadn’t been away at all, and now feels forever and a day ago. With my next good stint of a holibob being six months away (Sydney), I thought it best … More Bula! B’bye! Back!
Another public holiday is upon us, this time celebrating the good work of those decent forces troops, ANZACaceries. So, another public holiday means Sambo gets another weekend mini break. But, I didn’t decide on going anywhere new, that my peepers hadn’t seen before, no, not this time, I went back to the beautiful Mount Maunganui. … More You there, rain, you will not wash away our memory making. But okay, I’ll take the trench foot.
Hmm… always remembering the wise words of my Blog Guru, Andrew, “never force a blog”, I also want to note that writing a blog post when you’re INCREDIBLY chilled out, isn’t forced, it’s just slow. Slow and steady does however, appaz, wins the race. Not that this is a race, but thankfully, being in a … More Mount Maunganui. Mini break. Major smile. Mahoosive bundles of happiness.
I really don’t care for feet, but I like them more than my ex. Anyway, this isn’t a post about how I rate body parts and then compare them to unfortunate wasted years, this is a post about listening to my body, and learning to not abuse it. Starting from the bottom up. Not literally … More My ex said I talked too much. My feet have informed me that I walk too much.
Re-winding to 23 April now, and on my second week in New Zealand, the Easter weekend was over, and the rellies were back to their normal routine, i.e. work. I needed to have some fun, and so I spontaneously booked a trip with Stray. This trip was called Murphy. That however is completely irrelevant, as … More Tree hugging, gurt big beaches, dodgy coaches, new friends, sand, sun and…parasailing!