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Wanaka – Every couple of days our landscape completely changes, though even by that notion I have to admit I never expected to come upon a friendly little beach community when arriving at Wanaka. All of a sudden the desire…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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