Category: New Zealand 2013
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Top of the world
Milford – Did we crank the Hobbit score, tracks 22 to 27, when driving a winding mountain road through wet forests in fog so thick you couldn’t see the tops of the mountains? Damn right we did. Day trip to Milford Sound today, which took us out of “regular New Zealand” and into “crazy Jurassic…
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At world’s end
Te Anau – a quiet, flat community in the middle of nowhere, whose purpose quite completely eludes me. It seems to be a way station for people headed elsewhere, but the elsewheres in question (Milford, Doubtful Sound, Keppler Track) are all a good distance further away. In the meantime here’s Te Anau, a town made…
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Breathless
On the Road – We departed the human-sized Venus flytrap that is Queenstown – we have heard several hundred variations of “I came here X years ago and never left” from every expat Brit, Aussie, Canadian and Scot we’ve come across, but have yet to meet any actual kiwis – and headed south. Queenstown Adventure…
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Green ring around brown
Queenstown – a.k.a. the nexus of extreme activity for the entirety of the planet earth, Extremeopolis, where stores supplying equipment for various dangerous outdoor activities outnumber food establishments by a ratio of 60:1. On (our) Tuesday, and after a delicious first hike up and down Bob’s Peak, we made the mandatory stop at Fergburger and…
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Five flights and a bag
New Zealand – Some people “pack” “stuff” for long holidays; others show up on the other side of the world with nothing but the clothes on their back and figure shit out. Not that I intended to be in the latter category, but I’m a light packer anyway, and emergency tacky t-shirt shopping to replace…