New Zealand is a land of adventure. It’s a colour-saturated place of green rolling hills, blazing blue skies, and steely rock mountains that change coats with the seasons. It’s an outdoor fantasy landscape, a place where the heart of an explorer is an infectious thing. Hiking in New Zealand is . . .
Along dirt paths in a rumbling four-wheel-drive, sheep flee from the road as we wind our way through Mount Aspiring National Park. This morning, I was in Wanaka, about an hour north of Queenstown in New Zealand's south. Now, heading for the Rob Roy valley, the rocky and snow-covered peaks are crisp . . .
I groggily approached the gondola area at the head of the Ben Lomond Track in Queenstown. Today, the gondola wouldn't run, meaning the potential to shave an hour off our hike was gone. But, this was at a time when my motivation was high, and I approached the several-hour hike to the peak with a fair . . .
If you are talking about thrill seeking and adventure, you’re probably thinking about New Zealand. It’s one of those lovable and enchanting places that gets just the right amount of hype. Somewhere among the Middle-earth landscapes, cool and hip cities, beaches, mountains, internationally renowned . . .
Few things have a stronger association than surfing and Australia (except maybe surfing and California, but that's another story). My arrival in Byron Bay, that hippy backpacker town several hours north of Sydney, was the first time I'd been thrown into this surfer-culture world. Amidst this place . . .