Stories from New Zealand: The Prologue
After a day of outrageous complications that skirted between comedy and madness, we finally made it to New Zealand. From the Auckland airport, we immediately began our North Island tour. This also meant we were driving on the left side of the road for the very first time. Turning on the windshield wipers instead of the blinker would be commonplace over the next two weeks.
We also changed seasons. While it was warm and sunny in Fiji, it was nearing wintertime in New Zealand. In the land where there are more cows than people, we would feel a bit upside-down. However, not for the reasons you might think. We were “at the end of the world,” as a local described. Like doing down the rabbit hole, only to climb out of a glowworm cave.
New Zealand would offer us perfectly gorgeous, incredibly varied terrain, with a touch of genuine quirkiness just to keep us on our toes.