May 1st (or 2nd, as the case is now. Whoops.). It conjures of images of May Day, baby animals, clearing skies, summer vacation, budding flowers …. NOPE. The small percentage of us down here in the Southern Hemisphere are heading speedily towards winter. But for the last week or two, we’ve enjoyed the last warmth of autumn sun and some beautiful fall color. Those of us who spent some time in Otago, enjoyed it even more. Continue Reading…
When traveling (or living) in New Zealand, a country whose largest export is tourism, it can be daunting to sift through all of the stuff there is to do. JUMP OFF THIS! ZIP DOWN THAT! FISH OVER HERE! Tramp, bike, fly, swing, and soar over there! (And now we’ve just summed up Queenstown.) There is a lot of tourism in New Zealand that, from me, elicits major eye roll.
That being said, when we were up on the North Island last week, we did three major touristy things. And because I did some homework, they were all freaking awesome!
Hiking the Tongariro Alpine Crossing is one of New Zealand’s most famous tourist activities. It’s always on the “Must Do for Tourists” lists. It’s home to Mount Doom of Lord of the Rings fame, as well as some of those stunning colorful geothermal pools you always find when Googling New Zealand. It’s 19.4 kilometers of volcanic wonderland, and it’s heaven for gloat-y Instagrammers and aspiring photo-bloggers.
There’s a lot of information out there about the Tongariro Crossing. Look back over the last 5 years and you’ll find articles like, “Trampers Close to Dying” and “Heart Attack on Tongariro Crossing“. There’s too much written about what to wear, when to go, how to get there, and how to not die. The latter is actually fairly important. So I am here to your rescue, to provide you with a simple 10 step guide on how to both enjoy and avoid death on the Tongariro Aline Crossing.
A few weeks ago we took a 24 hour trip to Blenheim. If we refer back to a handy map of New Zeaand’s south island, you may note that Blehnheim is not at a distance of which one would usually classify as overnight trip only material. But as it turned out, we needed to be in Blenheim for one night only, so we made the best of it.
This weekend I had a really awkward work schedule. Off Friday (but Scott works normal-person hours), work Saturday 3-11pm, off Sunday. Talk about a disruptive schedule! But in true Kiwi fashion, we made the best of it… with a cheeky overnight trip to the Sign of The Packhorse.
Sign of The Packhorse. Sounds Game of Throne-sy doesn’t it?
I’m back! What do you think of the new look? It’s still going to be a work in progress, but I’m happy with the changes. I hope new readers can have an easier time navigating around, and that everyone else just enjoys the benefit of a higher quality platform. And we’ll just skip the part about hours and hours of confusion and frustration that went into it! It’s been all about baby steps…
Ahoy friends, family, and friendly internet strangers,
For reasons I can only sort-of explain, I decided to change my blog host from Blogger.com, the internet equivalent to a big-wheel tricycle (I NEVER GOT ONE OF THOSE by the way…), to WordPress.org, the internet equivalent of a Lamborghini. Or a hovercraft. Or a Boing 747. I’m not sure, but what I do know is I’m way over my head…
First and foremost, sunny weather makes me a crappy blogger.
More importantly, we recently had an amazing trip to the west coast. New Zealand’s west coast (of the south island) is super remote. In it’s 9,000 square miles, it’s home to only about 32,000 people. Less than 4 people per square mile!