Get Lost: Tales From the South Pacific
Six weeks in New Zealand, Australia and Fiji: It was long enough to make those we left behind jealous. But rather than subjecting our envious audience to proverbial philosophic travel rhetoric, we gave them a leather-bound novella. Combining Mark Timby's (www.marktimby.com) brilliant design and photography skills with my words, we created a book of entertaining vignettes.

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The Pilgrimage
T here we were, 20 kilometers into the bush in our back country hut. We had just woken up from a night of wine-drinking and tale-telling with bunch of Dutch, Kiwi and English. Garth, a Kiwi dairy farmer, had given us lessons on how to birth a cow. Heald, a Dutch actuary, enlightened us with the immigration policies of Holland. And I never said a word about Bush.

We were packed and ready for the infamous Tongariro Crossing, a New Zealand Great Hike at 9000ft elevation that crosses hot thermal pools spitting steam and bubbling sulfur, volcanic lakes and craters, not to mention the volcanoes themselves. Clad in rain gear and thermal jackets, we made our way, when suddenly, we were passed by a couple wearing jeans, a polo sweater and carrying a purse. Huh? We looked back and there they were, hundreds of people descending upon nowhere land. I asked, "Um, so are there many more behind you?" "Oh yeah, about 20 busloads."

1,200 people make the famous crossing everyday. 50,000 a year. We tramped 10 kilometers to get to where everybody else left their bus.

But it was still beautiful. And it's still New Zealand.