Our last day in Queenstown was spent farewelling all we loved about the amazing town. We bought our last bit of fudge, ate our final Fergburger and sat by the water one final time. That afternoon we begrudgingly headed off, this time headed to our most southerly destination, Milford Sound. Knowing the route from to Milford was just as amazing as Milford itself we headed down to where the awesomeness began and decided to spend the night right at the start. Fi...

To all who dare read this. This is the longest blog I think I have ever written. But trust me, as always, it's worth it. :) Finishing up the west coast at the Glaciers we continued our journey south once more, this time heading inland. Sleeping well past check out time at the glacier we only ended up heading off at 11 with a four hour drive still ahead of us. In order to make up time we drove straight to our next destination with no stops along the way. Well, w...

Making our way down from the Abel Tasman, the West coast had a hard act to follow. From amazing beaches with spectacular water we were now heading down south, into the colder climates. The boardies went away, the jackets came out and we braced ourselves for the temperatures we had been trying to avoid. Nevertheless we managed to make it just as amazing as everywhere else. With glaciers, blowholes and a whole set of amazing campsites, the west coast definitely h...

And so the south island has begun! I know I'm a bit late with this blog but keeping up has been quite hard. With us being so busy everyday, I don't often have time to sit down and write. Anywayy… Landing in Christchurch, the first night we did very little knowing we were heading out early the next morning. Besides dinner at an amazing bar made out of old busses (Cool, I Know) we did little more than a bit of planning and a whole lot of sleep. Nobody wanted t...

The pace definitely did not slow down in our last week of the North Island. Despite people saying the north is quite lackluster in comparison to the south, we still managed to have a ball. Between caving adventures, climbing the infamous Mount Doom (Actually called Ngurahoe, but Doom is just so much cooler), finding our own personal hot spring and eating at a restaurant made out of busses, we bearly had any down time. Following our epic drive down from the north...