Three classes with the older kids, one translator by my side, and a backpack full of travel stories—what could possibly go wrong? Honestly, I had so much fun in every class… but the last group? They took things to another level. Apparently, riding a Honda Shadow through the Americas officially qualifies me as a gangster—and
Yesterday was all about the littlest legends in the kitchen—three cooking classes full of energy, curiosity, and a whole lot of messy fingers. Luckily, I had Nirvana by my side, helping translate and keep things (somewhat) on track since not all the kids spoke English. We had two large classes of six, which felt like
Bright-eyed and ready to explore, I headed out early to see what Sofia had in store—and it didn’t take long to be impressed. The city feels fresh and spotless, with beautiful architecture that seems to casually show off at every turn. There’s a lovely sense of calm here. Parks are scattered generously through the centre,
Day two was already a big upgrade—no cooking chaos in sight! Instead, I spent a peaceful couple of hours in the park chatting with the teachers while watching a group of 5–6 year olds do their thing (which is basically a mix of curiosity, honesty, and comedy gold). One little boy marched straight up to
So today I may have slightly underestimated what I signed up for. There are about 70 kids at this school… and I’m fairly certain 69 of them are completely feral. I’m not even joking. This afternoon I ran three taco cooking classes: 5 enthusiastic mixed 7-year-olds6 very loud 14-year-old boys4 mixed 13-year-olds Each class was
Okay… so this is the part where things could go wrong. I had happily agreed to help with cooking classes at the alternative school in Sofia. In my mind, I imagined turning up, smiling politely, and helping the kids follow some well-prepared recipe someone else had organised. Then their message arrived. “To save time you
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Happy, grateful, and full of joy – that’s how I see my life. Growing up in the small country town of Karaka, New Zealand, I was a curious little girl who dreamed of seeing the world. At 14, I took my first trip overseas to Fiji, and since then I’ve explored 66 countries, each adventure filling me with wonder at new cultures, unexpected moments, and the thrill of discovery.
I’ve leapt from planes, dived into unseen depths of the ocean, pedaled across borders, and roared through deserts on motorbikes. From crossing the Gobi Desert on two wheels to cruising down to Antarctica, from riding through roads less traveled to moments that took my breath away, I collect memories, not possessions.
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