There’s something that happens around day three or four of a bushwalk with a group of young people. The complaints have faded, the confidence is building, and the blisters and scratches have become badges. Somewhere between looking at a steep descent down a rocky creek bed, and the tent-pitching in the middle of the night,…

What four countries, three school systems, and one language taught me.

On why the most powerful lessons happen outside of school.