We left Queenstown early but not early enough to miss hearing that the tourist city had its first coronavirus case.
I couldn’t get into the mountains and away from people fast enough.
And so my boyfriend and I headed for the New Zealand wilderness, moving further south, getting closer to the finish line.
But there was a chill in the air. (No, I don’t mean coronavirus). Continue reading
I’m currently sitting in a warm and cosy backpackers in the tiny alpine village of Arthur’s Pass.
Outside the wind is howling, angrily shaking trees and threatening to tear the roof off the backpackers while thick sheets of rain move down the road in waves.
Some 75mm of rain is forecast here today with wind gusts up to 100km per hour.
Further south and to the west, almost 500mm of rain has fallen, there are landslips, roads have been closed, rivers totally flooded, walkers evacuated from other trails. Continue reading
I did it.
I finally reached the official 2,000km mark on the Te Araroa trail down the length of New Zealand.
Yeah, it’s only six months later than anticipated after injuring my knee last season and having to pull out of my #WalkNZ adventure a mere 20km shy of the 2,000km mark.
But to finally get there after all the strife and mental and physical battles of the last six months is simply epic.
I’ve now walked into unknown territory. Continue reading
I’ve now been on #WalkNZ for a little over a month and walked almost 550km. So far the Te Araroa trail has delivered – especially on three things: beach walking, road walking, and muddy forests. Continue reading