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Everyone told me I was crazy for wanting to travel with a dog. If I had thought traveling alone was hard, how was it going to be when I had a pet? How often would I stop? Where was I…
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“This place is absolutely disgusting.” I dropped my bag on the ground and looked around the Travelodge hotel room, eyebrow cocked and nose scrunched as I took it all in. Josh, face twisted in a look of revulsion, pulled back the…
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Imagine a valley tucked inside of the mountains that stretches as far as your eyes can see. Inside that valley, everywhere you look, thin trails of water stream down rocky cliffsides. As your eyes wander across those rocks, they find…
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A wide array of emotions accompanies traveling solo for an entire year. Before you embark, the prospect is the most intriguing aspect. Once you arrive, the first few weeks come with equal breakdowns and wonder as you transition into your new…
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When I came to New Zealand, I never thought a cow named Gilly would change my life forever. I had three WWOOFing experiences during my time in Aotearoa, but I must admit, Gilly’s involvement in the third one made it the best. All…
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When I told my bus driver I was hopping off in Waitomo, he responded, “Why? The only thing to do there is Blackwater Rafting. You’ll be bored out of your mind, but good luck.” I didn’t let his negativity sway…
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It’s no secret I’m not a huge fan of Auckland. Despite that, I thought I could pass off my initial distaste as culture shock. Everything was backwards, I didn’t know anybody, and it didn’t meet any of my expectations. A…
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A week wasn’t a week in New Zealand unless accompanied by at least one major mental breakdown. Each meltdown came in waves, and fear always acted as its driving force. I’d suffered through Auckland and feared I wouldn’t enjoy the…
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During my research about ways to save money in New Zealand, I found Willing Workers on Organic Farms, or “WWOOFing.” Part of the comfort zone I stepped out of coming to New Zealand revolved around my work life. I knew…
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My original plan upon arrival in New Zealand was to check into the hostel, buy a ticket for the Sky Tower, and jump off of it. I even booked my hostel right next to the Sky Tower so I wouldn’t…
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