The five hour journey from LAX to Newark flew by. I didn't have any drunken surfer dudes next to me this time, nor was I dosed up on an industrial measuring of Imodium, so the flight was an absolute breeze. Plus, I was flying to NYC! Excited wasn't the word.Once I'd got my bags and figured out the best route to my hostel (on 103rd street, on the outskirts of Harlem), I made my way to the bus station. Me being me, I got a little bit lost when I had to change from ...

After a 10 hour flight from the deepest depths of hell, I touched down in Los Angeles a sweaty, feverish, broken man. I never normally feel compelled to applaud the landing, but this time I was clapping like a drugged up seal. Maybe it was my subconscious telling me to do the 'American' thing and raise a hand to the plane successfully touching down without any one of us being blown to smithereens. I might have even gone the whole hog and 'whooped' and shouted 'ye...

Bula bula all the way from Fiji! Bula is 'welcome' in Fijian, it's how everyone here greets you, and they really do welcome you. I've never met a group of people as friendly as the Fijians. To be fair though, if I lived here I'd be pretty chuffed with myself too. It's the closest thing to paradise that I've ever seen, and I've been to Rhyl. Even as I write this blog, I'm sat on the balcony of a dorm room that boasts a picture postcard view overlooking the crystal...

Still buzzing from the dizzyingly euphoric feeling of falling 12,000 feet out of a plane, a jelly legged me and the rest of the bus left the white knuckle town of Taupo to head to a place called River Valley. The River Valley Lodge is where we were staying, and it really was in the middle of no where. With no phone signal or wifi, and it being a good 45 minute drive to the nearest shop, I felt isolated from the world. At this point I hadn't blogged in a while an...

Before I start, I'd like to apologise for the time it's taken to update this blog. We're talking well over a week here. I had visions of my Mum starting a missing persons campaign back home. Fear not people, I'm alive and well. Being on the Kiwi Experience means you are shepherded out of each hostel at 7am in the morning for a full day of activities, and there's always something on in the evening, so finding the time to put pen to paper, or in my case 'thumb to t...