Following my adventure filled days in Queenstown, I had hoped to get out of town mid-afternoon, giving me time to find an adequate place to park the van and stay for the night along some abandoned road, but that didn't quite happen. I lingered around the town...
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Monday, March 26, 2007
Queenstown Part 2 - More Adventure, More Money

Saving the craziest experience for last, I had plenty of time to rethink and doubt my decision to sign up for the canyon swing. I even waited until the very last second to book it, continually talking myself out of it, but then realizing that I'd regret not doing...
Mt. Aspiring National Park and Dart River

So, after my day of jetboating, I went for a more serene jetboating trip (if those words can be used together) up the Dart River, into Mt. Aspiring National Park, a beautiful park full of beech trees, snow capped mountains, glacial blue-green rivers, white rock...
Queenstown - Adrenalin Capital of the World

Seriously, that's what they say. Though a tiny town, it's covered in tourists and adventure activities - a ski town in the winter and center of insanity in the summer. Every other building on the main street is a booking center for bungee jumps, canyon swings,...
Mulling About Milford Sound

Entering Fiordland National Park, I was immediately in awe of the massive, jagged peaks in every direction. The highlight of this park is the unbelievable Milford Sound, so the rest of the park gets a bit overshadowed, but it is nothing sort of amazing. Pushing...
On the Road Again

Leaving Dunedin after my last minute errands and grocery shopping, I headed down the Southern Scenic Route, following the rocky coast to an area called the Catlins. Very few people live in this area, so there were plenty of great views of isolated fields, more...
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Starting the South Island - Dunedin

Picking me up from the airport, I met my friend David, a friendly British guy that I had met in Chile about four years ago and kept in touch with via email and soccer stories. He ended up meeting a girl from New Zealand that was living at the time in the UK,...
Windy Welly

One night in prison was enough for me - what happens in prison, stays in prison. It's like Las Vegas in a way, really, though lacking the annoying commercials. Down from Napier, I followed the coast South, as the rain finally started to catch up to me. In spite...
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