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Twenty-something Londoner still trying to figure out how to pronounce 'Holborn'. Travel addict. Avocado enthusiast.
My journey to Australia marked the end of my plans for a while. I knew I was going to arrive in Sydney and leave almost exactly 7 months later (probably from Cairns) for the second half of my trip. Now all that remained was how to fill that time.
Here we are: the final instalment of the New Zealand diaries. Kaikoura. I wish we had had some more time here because, for me, it was a definite trip highlight. I can't even begin to express how much I love the ocean. Swimming was always just something I took to naturally and as soon as I discovered scuba diving on my trip around Thailand three years ago I was hooked. I'm pretty confident that I was a mermaid in a past life!
At this point we're nearing the end of the New Zealand section of my travel blog. We travelled north from Fiordlands to Wedderburn. Population? Probably about 10. We definitely weren't in Wedderburn for the raging nightlife. We were there to cycle the very popular Otago Central Rail Trail.
Ah, Doubtful Sound, sand fly Mecca of New Zealand! Here, we spent a very rainy evening in a school-camp style hostel in the middle of the rainforest. After we got over the initial misery of the place - We have to put our own sheets on the bed? Why won't it stop raining? - we settled in to a really nice night eating birthday cake and watching What We Do in the Shadows, wearing some very stylish matching PJ sets provided by the staff.
After a stop in Franz Josef and a 13,000ft skydive over the stunning Franz Josef glacier (named the 2nd best place to skydive in the world after Mt Everest because you're jumping over an area of rainforest, mountain, glacier and sea) we headed down to Queenstown.
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