Day 4. Final impressions The sun had scorched my neck. I soaked a small towel in cold water and wrapped it around my neck for relief. My legs and ankles were covered in bites from mosquitoes and sandflies, and blisters had spread across my size-46 feet, making it difficult to walk. Despite it all, I […]

Day 3. A World-Class Detour When you don’t plan too much and allow experiences to unfold on a whim, they often feel more genuine. Perhaps because there are no expectations — you simply take things as they come. One such detour on the third day turned out to be truly unforgettable. It was seven in

Day 2: Ancient forest, tides, and untouched beaches One of the most beautiful places I have ever visited is Bark Bay in Abel Tasman National Park. The bay unfolds with soft, golden sand, crystal-clear turquoise water, and a perfect semicircle of forest-covered hills. The contrast between the dense, green ancient forest and the vivid colours

Day 1. Arrival. An Impossible Tent and Persistent Birds Thirty-five years ago, I caught only a fleeting glimpse of Abel Tasman National Park. Now I return to experience the landscape that has lingered in my memory since my first youthful encounter with New Zealand. I was 19 when I travelled from Denmark to New Zealand,

The rooftop is a taut instrument, its dark tiles stretched like strings, each ridge holding a note, waiting to sound. Above, dancers in feathered costumes leap into a drama no one has written, yet everyone knows by heart. Their wings sketch fleeting brushstrokes on a blue canvas, a performance for an audience without tickets. I

I move quietly through the forest, cautious and alert, hoping to see them before they see me. It rarely happens. This morning, as I walked and searched – like I so often do – I suddenly noticed the deer. It stood in the middle of a clearing, watching me with a curious gaze. I was

The Old Town in Aarhus is a place where history can be both observed and felt. Recently, I walked through its gates for the first time, and it felt like stepping into a landscape of memories, voices, and everyday life that have shaped the Denmark we know today. My fascination with The Old Town isn’t

The wind lashes against my face, and the sand stings my skin like tiny needles. I squint against the sharp light and the endless horizon. Ahead of me, Rubjerg Knude Lighthouse rises – solitary and majestic – a witness to nature’s relentless forces. Built to guide ships safely through treacherous waters, the lighthouse now stands

Okay – so good photos aren’t really about the camera, but about the photographer. That might sound a little convenient coming from someone who mostly uses professional gear that delivers razor-sharp results time after time. But what if you don’t have access to – or simply don’t want to carry around – heavy professional equipment,

I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve heard someone say: “What an amazing photo! But with a camera like that, of course…” It’s always meant as a compliment. But it completely misses the point. Because it reduces the art of photography to nothing more than equipment – as if the camera were a magic