New Zealand
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My New Zealand Roady: Not a Single (Literal) Mountain Was Climbed
Six-weeks into my trip I was sitting at a hostel telling another traveler that I was about to wrap up my time on the North Island and head South. When he asked me what hikes I had done, I told him none. You could physically see him recalculating my credibility as a traveler. But for me, it isn’t that kind of trip. I gave myself three goals. By the end of my six-months abroad I would like to: Now, nearly twelve-weeks in, I can confidently say that I am on track for all of them. How to Start a Trip With Mild Risk When I landed in New Zealand I…
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When Life Hands You a Hostel Turned Halfway House, a Retired Hobo, and a Consistent Beach Break
My first 7-weeks in New Zealand were so smooth it was almost too good to be true. I was making deep connections, the weather conditions were good, and my plan to have no plan was working out seamlessly. Some towns I stayed longer than anticipated, others I left sooner, new friends tagged along for parts of my road trip, and I was exploring a good chunk of the North Island both by land and surf. I didn’t know it yet, but the universe was clearly letting me get comfortable. Where Everything Fell Apart My first couple of weeks on the South Island were great. I explored Nelson which is the…
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My New Zealand Roady: Not a Single (Literal) Mountain Was Climbed
