I’m sitting in a café with a chai tea, reflecting over the past six months, recovering from a massive set of waves that came through earlier today, and living life until I fly out in a few days.
I’m reflecting on the people I’ve met, some I’ll keep in touch with, some for one hell of a night and never to be seen again, I’m reflecting on the things I’ve seen, and the experiences I’ve had. I’ve sat and watched many sunsets by myself, and I’ve watched countless sunsets with friends. I’ve experienced places in depth, and I’ve seen many that leave me asking questions and wanting more. There is so much to see here – from the rundown towns to the Southern Alps that have all culminated into a more in-depth view of the world, hell, it’s all swirling around in my mind, and it’s hard to make sense of it. It feels so distant and so unreal looking back on all the things I’ve done, but in a way they’ve stuck.
I am so thankful I have had the opportunity to experience this place. From a culture standpoint, it is not too different from Canada, although they are embracing the native population much more openly and including them in every aspect of the country and its national identity.
The soul of the country is in the landscape. No picture can do it justice. There have been countless times when I have just stared at the rolling hills or the coastline, with no one but myself and the land. A clear water stream has held as much power as a mountain for me. It has inspired home for me, revealing what I love most about it, and the power and beauty even a simple landscape can hold. I’ve come a long way from nervously stepping off the bus somewhere in Wellington with no plan ahead of me, but I figured it out, and I’ve learned more from it than any amount of formal education.
When you come to New Zealand, go to Cape Reinga, go to west coast Northland, go to Raglan, explore East Cape and the East coast, go to Mt. Ngaurohoe, Whanganui National Part, and Wellington. Go to Kaikoura, Akaroa, and Dunedin. Spend time in Fiordland and take the most beautiful drive in the world. Journey up through Twizel into the middle of nowhere, and follow the rugged west coastline of the South Island.
It has changed what I want to do and what I want to achieve.
Reading about travel and perspectives cannot ever describe the feelings you get from travelling solo, they can only motivate and excite, I mean, who can relate to you? Who could ever understand what you’ve done on your own?
I can picture home, I haven’t forgot a detail, the routes used to get into town, the view from my front door, the people, my friends, the routine. (I must add that I am REALLY looking forward to seeing all my friends:)
I’ll come back, and everything will have stayed the same.
How was New Zealand? Good.
Awesome, let’s have a beer.
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Here is to everyone I’ve met, everyone I’m coming back to, everyone who has taken me in, everyone who has given me a ride, everyone who has made this experience what it is.
To my Mom and Dad, I couldn’t have done it without you, I thank you for this exciting, eye-opening and educational experience, and I love you from the bottom of my heart.
To Paula, Steve, Renee and Harvey, thank you for taking me in, and I am so sorry that I couldn’t come back down to visit a second time - you were too kind to me.
To the friends I’ve made in Auckland: you guys rule, and we will most definitely keep in touch.
I can’t believe it is coming to an end, it’s emotional. I get it here, I’ve become a part of the country, I think on the other side of the road, I can surf, and I can look back and see how I’ve grown over the past six months. I want to stay here, I want to learn a language, I want to read more books, I want to see the world with nothing but a backpack.
Sweet as bro.
I think a long walk is on the horizon:)