We left our coastal campsite Thursday to drive further down the single-wide gravel road until we reached Anatori, the furthest point to which you can drive along the west coast when approaching from the north, then turned around after peering at the whitebait fishermen’s squatter huts (the little silvery wriggly fish are a huge deal,…

I cracked one eye open, peering out of the tiny opening to the bright whiteness of tent walls after dawn. Beads of condensation clung to the outside of my borrowed sleepsack as I slowly gathered courage to expose the other eye to morning sunshine filtered by the rain fly. Wind gently ruffled the walls, its…

I attacked Wellington by foot, and won. Don't ask other parties about my dominance, just trust me. 😉 After finishing being confused by rugby, I caught the cable car to the top of the ridge, where I immediately retreated to the toilets to escape the buffeting winds (my second toilet retreat of the day; a…