I can’t believe that my north island trip is already over – 14 days that felt like no time.
I flew from Christchurch to Auckland with a broad idea of where I was going and started my solo-trip first hitch-hiking north from Auckland and afterwards all the way south to Wellington. Especially the hitch-hiking part was very intimidating and a bit scary at first…after all, I am a lonely traveling girl in my twenties, who knows what was going to happen?! However, it ended up being one of the main reasons why I have had such an incredible unforgettable time on the north island of New Zealand.
I met a lot of Kiwis and got to listen to their sometimes sad, sometimes inspiring but always very interesting stories. I got introduced to some sweet Kiwi-bands and I was shown plenty of breathtaking “hidden” places.
I went surfing, I hiked on lonely islands and waterfalls, did the famous Tongariro Alpine Crossing, I slept in nerdy and party hostels, crashed on couches and went for long relaxing runs.
What really impressed me, however, was camping right next to the beautiful sea of Castlepoint and falling asleep to the sound of the waves and wind. Taylor, who decided to meet me and join my journey for a couple of days, and I, set our alarms for 06:00 am, in order to go to the highest point of the rocks and watch for the sunrise.
No picture nor video could do it justice. That moment was a wonderful combination of gratitude and excitement. The fact that everything was so perfect and nothing hurt made it overwhelming.
We ended our sweet little journey in beautiful Wellington, a city that is absolutely worth the hype. Being the harsh city -critic that I am, I thought that two days of Wellington would be more than enough. Wrong! I loved everything about this city: the nightlife, the main streets, the variety of coffeeshops and thrift shops, how relaxed people seemed to be, the huge Te Papa museum and its well made Gallipoli Exhibition, the harbour…