Aotearoa

Hi, remember me? We spent three weeks glued together, hand-in-hand on the most magical island in the world. We trekked eight hours and stood on top of mountains; we stood by epic waterfalls; we bathed in natural sulphuric hot springs; we ran into the freezing ocean after sitting in 60 degree DIY hot spas; we spent almost every day at the beach and munching on chips and pineapple fritters; we cuddled in the rain and soaked up the sun; we spent Christmas in a mountain lodge in a quiet little town and stumbled around on NYE in a drunken big city; we stayed in a caravan park adjacent to a surf shop and met some awesome people and the best dog in the world who has no passed on; I’d cook and you’d do the dishes in our amazing outdoors kitchen; we played drinking games and couldn’t even get through the whole thing; we drove around tired and hungry and sometimes even in the wrong direction; we were mislead by those giving out directions and were left to solve matters together; we solved matters together; we spent far too much money and had far too much fun... remember that time we almost got beaten up by that huge truck driver?; we argued and laughed and smoked so many cigarettes and drank so much beer. Yeah, remember me? Maybe you don’t. But I remember you. And I miss you.

-S