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Tongariro Alpine Crossing

Are You Prepared For The Tongariro Alpine Crossing?

Is the weather okay? Its winter, but it seems fine, then again who knows which way it could turn. Do I have the right equipment and clothing? I have a few cookies, walking pants and walking shoes. Am I healthy enough? I hardly exercise and I’m an ex-smoker, probably not.  These were the questions presented to me upon a rather intimidating sign at the beginning of the trek, alongside the word “STOP” in bold lettering. Taking my answers into account, I probably should have considered turning back then. This ought to have been my first indication that I was not prepared for the 19.6-kilometre Tongariro Alpline Crossing trek. Nonetheless, we decided to proceed regardless. By the time we reached Soda Spings I was already wondering if we’d completed The Devils Staircase. I would soon come to realise that it would reveal itself soon enough. Flights of wooden stairs have been built right into the mountainside. The incline was too big for this shorty, but as J.R.R. Tolkien once said: “even the smallest person can change the …

Skydive Taupo

That Time I Lost My Mind And Did A Skydive In Taupo

You may have heard that New Zealand is the world capital of extreme sports. It was inevitable that some adrenaline packed activities could be on the cards. The question is would I be ready for such activities, would I have the balls? Taupo is where shit got real. The weather was glorious, not a cloud in the sky. Perfect for a skydive (say what)? The whole drive there I was in complete turmoil, to skydive or not to skydive. My stomach was in bits. Maybe I would regret it if I didn’t. But I didn’t know if I had the guts to go through with it (I’m a pussy). I don’t like rides, I don’t like flying, I like to keep myself safe and out of harm’s way. I’ve never even been on a roller-coaster. Could this roller-coaster virgin really throw herself out of a plane? I think not. After going back and forth, “I’m doing it”, then a few moments later “I’m bloody not, do I look stupid”. It was finally decided by my …

Our First Week In New Zealand

Our First Week In New Zealand

  When we arrived in New Zealand a sense of home washed over us. It was “bloody” freezing, we finally had traffic lights and we could potentially communicate with whomever passed us by. Beth’s family friend Bec picked us up from the airport which added to the homely feel. It was the perfect warm welcome we thrived after South East Asia. It was so lovely to be greeted by a friendly face. We were welcomed at her home by two beautiful Black Labradors, Jack and Pango. I just wanted to cuddle and squeeze them for eternity. A few coffees later, I felt right at home. This actually made me quite emotional; it was frosty outside, just like Christmas. I guess I felt we missed out on a real Christmas, the British kind anyway. We spent Christmas in the Australian sunshine eating prawns and dancing in Santa hats on the beach. It wasn’t the same. After a few days at Becs, we needed to get back to the adventure at hand. We chose to travel through …