I hadn’t even heard of the Catlins for the first year or so we were in New Zealand. A friend of mine who was here on a working holiday told me over coffee that she and her boyfriend were going to the Catlins, and I assumed these Catlins were some majestical islands off Vanuatu. Or something.
“Where are the Catlins?” I asked, naive.
“Oh, you know, just south of Dunedin” she said, smirking into her flat white at the dumb American who’d lived in New Zealand far longer than she had. She told me of this rugged, rural stretch of beautiful land… beaches and forests and waterfalls. Basically a New Zealand secret.