Always pack your headtorch

If you’re going to chase waterfalls, and trudge down rivers in the dark… don’t leave your head torch in the car.

Dirtbag dining: Red curry lentils

Ingredients 1 brown onion 800g tinned brown lentils 2 tablespoons red curry paste (carry in a zip lock bag if you need to save space and weight) 1 vegetable stock cube (plus 250mL of water) something green (broccoli and green beans both work well) splash of olive oil (keep in a small travel container… or a zip…

We went chasing waterfalls

For a long time I only had one CD in my car.  It was one of the Triple J’s Like a Version albums. It got played on climbing trips, camping trips and trips to the supermarket. One of the songs was a cover of the TLC song, Waterfalls.  If you want to listen to it,…

Dirtbag dining: Campsite carbonara

This might just be my favorite adventure dinner.  It’s tasty, filling and simple to make. I originally found this recipe on a fabulous Trail Cooking website which is full of clever camping food options. I was pretty dubious when I read that the American adventurers were carrying fresh fragile eggs in their hiking packs…  But…

Bumbling round the ‘bungles

It all started on a dark and stormy night. The rain was closer to horizontal than vertical when Bekket and I locked the front door of our sharehouse behind us. We exchanged cheeky grins and  a quick thumbs up, then sprinted down the street to the spot where Bekket’s car was parked. The back of the car was…

Dirtbag dining: Mango salsa wraps

For a long time adventure lunch was a sad combination of tinned tuna and cheap muesli bars.  If you have a little bit of time to plan ahead, lunch can be filling and delicious.  These mango salsa wraps will give you the fuel you need to keep doing whatever it is that you do outdoors. Ingredients…

Dirtbag dining: Spicy chorizo soup

Here’s the recipe for one of my go-to camping meals: I call this one Spicy Chorizo Soup. Ingredients At least 2 chorizo sausages When I say chorizo, I’m talking about a Spanish style sausage.  Apparently there are a bunch of other tasty things out there that get called chorizo.  I’ll make it my mission to…

Manchmal ist es zu kalt zum Klettern

My first two days of climbing in the Frankenjura were spent brushing snow off of hand holds and coaxing my frozen fingers into tiny pockets in the limestone. I was quickly revising my mantra from ‘Es ist nie zu kalt zum Klettern’ to ‘Manchmal ist est zu kalt zum Klettern’ By the end of the…

Exploring the Banks Peninsula

I heard a dog bark.  I heard its humans laughing and chatting.  I opened my eyes and remembered that I was sleeping on a bridge, on a walking track, somewhere in suburbia. The first 12 hours in New Zealand hadn’t exactly gone to plan. We had touched down in Christchurch late on Christmas Eve.  Everything…