New Zealand 8: A Wellington Hen Party and reaching my travel peak

After living abroad and traveling the world in short bursts, I can attest that there comes a point during travel when you have reached your peak. (Sometimes but not always a literal peak like the Tongariro Crossing) Although the time it takes to reach that pinnacle of experience varies, I can say that I usually reach my … More New Zealand 8: A Wellington Hen Party and reaching my travel peak

New Zealand 7: The Tongariro Crossing… a Tale of ice picks and wet socks

For more New Zealand posts Click Here That 4:30am wake up call came way too soon after a fitful night of sleep at Blue Duck Station. Jolted awake by the sheep bleating of M’s alarm, I groaned and rolled over, determined to stay in my warm bunk bed forever. But it was time to conquer the … More New Zealand 7: The Tongariro Crossing… a Tale of ice picks and wet socks