Sitting outside a bar in Okere Falls. The Kiwi accent:
“Hey bru, you get that dick straight?” says a guy.
“No bru, gotta geet more wood. 1,861 more words
One of New Zealand’s Great Walks isn’t actually a walk; Whanganui Journey. We spent three days paddling our canoe downriver, camping along the way, through remote hills and valleys. 507 more words
Mordor. The word brings to mind black rocks barren of foliage, a boiling sky, The Eye and Mount Doom. What doesn’t come to mind are aquamarine lakes, bright snow, windswept plains, icy streams, and rocks dyed red with the iron of countless volcanic eruptions. 824 more words
Located in the middle of the North Island of New Zealand, Tongariro National Park holds a very special place in my heart. My parents have a modest little house located about 40km out, and my childhood years were spent exploring its thermal parks, lakes, forests, hot pools, and miscellaneous attractions (for some reason that included the Tongariro Trout Hatchery, an inexplicable favourite of my mothers, one that I believe she made my long suffering father attend again recently). 1,470 more words