One country should not be allowed to have this many stunningly beautiful places – but New Zealand continues to not be very good at sharing.
Abel Tasman National Park is yet another example of its selfish ways.
After disembarking the famous Cook Strait Ferry we set foot on New Zealand’s legendary South Island for the first time with big expectations. As much we had loved the North Island all anyone could say was that the
In addition to the many beautiful sights that we have come across in New Zealand, we have also encountered many beautiful people as well. Mary and Bob are two of those people.
Months before Chris and I left the United States, I was put in touch with Mary; a “friend of a friend”…
Well really a coworker… of a mom… of a friend. More specifically, one of my very best friends, Christa (or Cstriz), had mentioned
One of the most magnificent hikes that we encountered throughout our month in New Zealand was the Tongariro Alpine Crossing. The Alpine Crossing is a segment of the well known Tongariro Northern Circuit, which is also one of nine premier tracks in New Zealand better known as The Great Walks. The Alpine Crossing features most of the scenic highlights from the Northern Circuit but takes a fraction of the time (six hours versus four days!).
New Zealand is known for its natural beauty. After exploring the Northland, Chris and I were in awe of all of the beautiful sights that we had seen over the course of our hiking, driving, and camping, but nothing would compare to our visit to Tongariro National Park.
We arrived at our campsite in the Tongariro National Park fairly late one evening after a full day of driving. Up until this point, our campsites usually featured
We had heard rumblings about something called a Kauri Tree. And in particular Tane Mahuta – the poppa bear of all Kauri trees.
We heard these trees were the giants. We heard they were majestic.
Sounded cool…….but they’re trees. Probably not cool enough to go out of our way for, right?
Right. But fortunately for us Tane Mahuta happened to be standing (almost) right in our way on the drive down from Cape Reinga so we
While traveling (especially in a campervan) each day is an adventure, and each adventure is jam packed with new experiences. The days no longer blend together and each is a collection of distinct memories. Some memories are more noteworthy than others but the very best (or maybe unforgettable) ones combine excitement, novelty, hospitality, and of course, a little (or a lot) of stupidity!
On this particular day that we will likely never forget, Chris and I
Of the many must-see’s in New Zealand, we heard again and again that the collision of the Pacific Ocean and the Tasman Sea at Cape Reinga, the northernmost point of the country, was not to be missed – so after our first (wonderful) night’s sleep in good ‘ol Liberty we made like Floridians in the summertime and headed north.
On the drive we took a pitstop at the Bay of Islands and hiked for a couple
With as much planning and preparation as we had done for this trip there was one major thing we purposefully skipped each time we discussed the trip; where we were sleeping the first night in the van. Or the second. Or the thirty after that.
We wanted to keep our schedule open so we wouldn’t be bogged down by ‘having’ to be somewhere – but instead be open to spontaneous new experiences (which is the way
Words you don’t want to hear checking in to the first flight of your mega-trip.
These uttered from the lips of an American Eagle (airline not clothing line) attendant at the check in counter in San Diego, “Unless we have proof that you’ll be leaving New Zealand you won’t be able to board the flight” she stated once again.
Crap! We had glossed over the New Zealand visa requirements after seeing at US citizens have an
In my experience, when I discuss a city with someone there are typically positives and negatives aspects that arise.
New York has so much to do but it’s too crowded.
San Francisco has such great cuisine but it’s just too expensive.
Rome has gorgeous sights but it’s kind of dirty.
Barcelona is amazing but there’s a ton of pickpockets.
You get the gist.
San Diego is an exception to that rule.
I have quite literally never