by Peter Nelson
“Hanging on for dear life” is a phrase you hear a lot, but it never applied to me until now. I had eight fingers supporting my entire...
by Peter Nelson
Queenstown.
Sucks.
You cannot imagine.
I got here on Queen’s Birthday weekend and it was so crowded there was not even elbow room in the...
by Peter Nelson
Litia, the village teacher, speaks English, as does Koroi, of course, so once again, communication is not much of a problem. Anyway,...
by Peter Nelson
The sky above, the mud below. Quite literally. A beginning most inauspicious.
We got off the plane at Nadi (pronounced “NAN-dee”), and left...