When I was nine years old, my world fell apart.
There I was, living quite happily in a small town in the North of England, when my parents dropped a bombshell: we were moving to New Zealand.
New Zealand – wasn’t that the little triangle at the bottom of Australia? Wasn’t it millions of miles away, filled with bubbling lakes of lava and cannibals and sheep?
Well, I was right about the sheep.
It turned out that New Zealand was quite similar to England, but the differences were truly amazing. This blog is about what makes New Zealand different.
You might be especially interested if you were thinking about moving to New Zealand, or coming here for a holiday.
In my experience, the best way to see the country is by campervan. My family’s driven all around New Zealand and seen countless places of outstanding beauty within it. This blog is also about those places.
I hope you like it.