I've been wanting to head over the ditch for ages now. Having been born there and no chance to get back to the South Island since I was a small pecker, it was rad to see New Zealand's lush country side again. A long time coming, I had planned out a surf trip with a mate, but he bailed at the last minute. So I just thought fuck it, I'm going to go freeze by myself in a van through the country side for a couple of weeks.
No one wants to squish in an awkwardly sized van, eat cold baked beans & sleep fully clothed head to toe with gloves, beanie and boots basically every night. Being so cold and wet obviously I was the only stupid one out there but its good to get away from the day in, day out monotony of home.
As you can imagine shit gets weird when you have only talked to a handful of petrol station attendants and backpackers in a couple of weeks - my solution was to step up the amount I spoke to myself. Seems as though I've got great chat.
Great thing about NZ is it's not long to drive from one side of the country to the other, so you can see a ridiculous amount of mountains, rivers, lakes and sheep in such a small amount of time. I just decided to do a big fat lap of the island, making my way quickly out of Christchurch and into the wild. The cameras were definitely overworked in the short amount of time. At every corner I turned there was something to point the camera at - just had to focus on navigating the obstacles.
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