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Random musings about climbing, politics, running and other stuff, by an expatriate Swede in the UK
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December
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- Sydney
- Sarah's first go
- She wasn't pushed
- The Elvis
- Just one small step..
- Canyon swing
- Queenstown
- Happy Christmas
- TSS Earnslew
- Franz Josef glacier
- Kaikoura
- Waterfall in Haas Pass
- Campsite cat
- Castle Hill
- Castle Hill - Cancelled
- Sperm whale diving
- Rate my whale tail
- Dolphins
- Dolphins summersaulting
- Dolphins
- Kaikoura
- Cowboy pose
- Kayak sailing
- Our kayaks
- Sarah kayaking like a pro
- Seal
- Sea Kayaking in Abel Tasman National Park
- Horses and seals
- Golden Bay
- Rain
- Wai-o-Tapu
- Silver fern
- It always rains in...
- Wet Down Under
- NZ
- The tower at night
- The rudder
- Stef at the helm
- Sarah at the helm
- Nacula, just opening the door
- A Trigger Fish Encounter
- Wet feet
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3 comments:
Love this picture
I look like a natural, don't I? They gave me a Western saddle, and the dopiest horse they had, Sultan. Or Satan, as he affectionally became known to me.
Take a tip from Father Christmas, throw your "happy sack" over your left shoulder, keeps it out of no end of bother. It will impress the locals as well.
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