Ti kouka, the New Zealand cabbage tree, has a special place in the culture of Aotearoa, and few New Zealanders would fail to feel a twinge of homesickness on seeing an exiled cabbage tree in a foreign land.Often survivors where everything else has given way to the dreadful desert of productive pasture, these plants prefer swamps and wetlands. Their most characteristic feature is probably the multiple, leafy heads, but the trunk has its own rough, gnarly charm. This is a young tree on the true right bank of the Waitotara river (the same as in the photo I posted for International Rock Flipping Day); older trees have thicker trunks which are often hollow. The bright flowers in the background are the invasive weed, pink ragwort (Senecio glastifolius).
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In a country teeming with so many humans it was easy to despair about the future. But the birds gave me hope, and although the dove as a symbol of peace is about as appropriate as 
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At Flounder Bay in May this year the beach often looked like this. Sea, sand and sky; clouds and the wind. A few birds, hunched, facing into the wind or running on pink legs. Cold, but not the kind that drives one to despair. In summer you'd fry out here.



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From Joshimath I caught the bus to Karanprayag, stayed the night there, then travelled by bus to Kausani, famous for its views of the Himalaya. This might not have been the kind of view the tourism posters love, but it did it for me. I did get to see the classic views while I was there, though.
