Hello from ever bountiful New Zealand, land of the hobbits, windy roads and apparently, schizophrenic weather. This is my first post for the long fore mentioned blog I have been buttering you guys up for, so I hope I haven’t unlearned the art of storytelling after an unplanned writing hiatus. Stay tuned for more narcissism. (guaranteed)
Quick travel update: Frankie and I drove around the North Island of New Zealand on our first week, spending first-world levels of dinner money in Auckland and then surviving on portable stove-cooked lunches and the freshest Kale and buttery avocados ever. We have been on the South Island for about a week, doing the same, but in better weather, and are going to round it all up on a culminating birthday weekend in Queenstown, where I will turn older than I feel, and possibly consider doing something impulsive, such as jumping out of a plane, or off a bridge tied to a rope, in an effort to feel young again. Such is life, but it is good, undoubtedly.
Meanwhile I hope you enjoy this photo of me looking like a thrice-wrapped burrito, and yet, still barely feeling my fingers. I was one wind chill away from frost bite here, but absolutely soaring from the climb up Instagram-favorite Roy’s Peak, 1578m in the clouds, with a stunning view of Mount Aspiring and glassy Lake Wanaka – arriving at the crack of dawn, after stepping on rabbit-poo and trying to find our way in nothing more than the light of a half-moon.
Title: song lyric from Candied Daylight – Jennah Bell