You know when you’re a kid and someone says to you, “I bet I can beat you to that tree!” so you break into a sprint and run like your life depends on it, just to prove them wrong? My sprint towards proving my identity started well before I could tie my shoelaces.
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Growing up, I always felt small. I’m half-Vietnamese, half-Chinese, and I live in New Zealand – so of course I didn’t feel like I belonged.
For a long time, I worshipped blonde wavy hair, white bread sandwiches over rice and, most, dish-washers – because my family’s was used to store plastic take away boxes.
Like…
“One hand for the ship, one hand for yourself… or two hands for the ship. That’s even better,” the voice boomed through the walls.
God, is that you? I thought, and then remembered I’m an atheist.
I guess I’ll put my faith in the ship instead, which used to be a Russian research vessel, crashing…
I’m 10 minutes into my hike to Abukuma Caves when I realise I have a slight problem. The last few days of marching on a sightseeing mission around rural Fukushima, Japan, is finally starting to take its toll.
Blisters. A hiker’s worst enemy.
I slip off my sneakers, trading the painful rubbing for the unrelenting…
For some, Waitangi Day will be defined by beach barbeques, family picnics, a day off work or time-and-a-half pay. Kiwis will enjoy long-weekend road trips, crates of draught beer and fish and chips in the sun. It’s a chance to reconnect with family and friends and celebrating what is means to live in New Zealand.…