It is time to get back to reality. See, Iāve been on holiday recently and now I return to the life of a traveler. Whatās the difference? Well, as a traveler I rarely pay to stay the night anywhere. Here in New Zealand I am able to work for my accommodation or camp to save money. I also never do any ātouristā excursions which cost money. Instead I take advantage of all the free hiking and biking and beautiful scenery. I cook simple meals and if Iām not cycling somewhere then I hitchhike. Iām living the meager existence of a long-term traveler. But in the past month and a half two really incredible things have happened. A best friend, who was also my roommate of 4 years in Austin, came to see me (and New Zealand, of course). Then, after she left, my mother and brother flew in for a visit. They each stayed for two weeks.
There were some difficult adjustments in transitioning from solo traveler to accompanied tourist. At first, it was tough for me to get into the mindset of going out to eat or even just buying a coffee. I live on a pretty tight budget in New Zealand and those little luxuries add up fast here. But, it was a nice change to enjoy some delicious Indian and Thai meals and I became reunitedĀ with an old love ā the chai latte. I saved all of my pricey excursion activities to experience them with my friend and family. We kayaked Abel Tasman National Park, boat cruised on the Abel Tasman, sailed off the Banks Peninsula, dolphin watched and swam with seals in the Marlborough sounds. These amazing experiences were worth every penny and Iām so happy I was able to share them with my loved ones.
It was also challenging to switch from moving as a solo traveler to a couple and group. Iāve traveled quite a bit with my friend and we do well together because we move at a similar pace and usually agree on what to do. But, there are always compromises which must be made when traveling with another person. Getting used to moving at family pace was a little trickier. Nothing happens quickly when you have three people and family dynamics. For someone who does everything very fast this was not an easy adjustment. Plus, there was all sorts of stuff to carry around now for two and three people. Iām always trying to figure out how little I can live with because I know I either have to carry it around on my back or my bike. But, you can cram all sorts of things in a car without even thinking twice about it. Before you know it, youāre loaded down with heaps of food, souvenirs, and rocks. Yes, thatās right, rocks. My mother cannot let any freebie pass her by and within just three days of our trip she became a fanatical rock hoarderĀ collector, and was piling up bags of Greenstone from the west coast into the trunk of the car. Bags of rocks, I tell you! Sheād never survive as a backpacker.
The visit with my mother and brother was a whole new ballgame for my family. Last year we went to Costa Rica together and that was the first time we had traveled together since my brother and I were young. My mom planned that trip and it involved traveling to only two towns on the island, staying in hotels, and being driven from place to place by a tour company. This trip we did things a little more my way since I am the New Zealand travel expert now. We traveled a circuit of most of the South Island, covering thousands of kilometers in just two weeks. It was a lot of travel time for my mom, but there is so much to see in New Zealand. It was also her first time staying in backpacker accommodation. New Zealand has some lovely hostels and you can meet people there from all ages and walks of life. She really enjoyed several of them and at approximately $30 NZD per person, she could appreciate the price tag at all of them.
Road tripping was a new one for me. Iāve never enjoyed car travel. Besides the fact that you know I believe bicycling to be the very best way to see the world and havenāt even owned a car in four years, I have horrible motion sickness and the twisting New Zealand roads are not for the faint of stomach. I did not imagine that I would drive at all in New Zealand, much less spend 4 weeks with a rental car. But, there I was driving on the wrong side of the road, navigating New Zealandās insanely narrow and curvy highways, and without incident! I always recommend public transit over car rental because it is better for the environment and you have opportunity to meet more people. However, renting a car was the most economic and time efficient option in New Zealand. I think this is unfortunate and the country is dealing with the consequences due to some horrible, deadly vehicular crashes caused by tourist drivers. I was able to feel a little better about having a car by picking up some hitchhikers along the way. Iāve had wonderful kindness shown to me during my hitchhiking travels and it felt great to pay that forward to someone else. Plus, I had a captive audience to share my podcasts with. Iāve made several new Moth Storytelling converts, which brings me great joy.
I was thrilled to make these adjustments for the opportunity to explore New Zealand with my loved ones. Ā I did not imagine when I decided to move to the other side of the planet that people would come to see me. The experience was incredibly surreal. Here I am sending pictures of the amazing things Iām seeing, posting blogs about my adventures, and feeling very far from home. Suddenly, Iām not just retelling stories over a spotty wifi connection. Iām living the adventures with some of the people I love most in this world. My Texas friend is joking around with my hostel buddies from Takaka, my mom is squished in the backseat of the car with two French hitchhikers, my brother is playing open mic night at a bar in Kaikoura. Iām laughing so hard my belly hurts because my best friend is stuck in a kayak with a Norwegian scoutmaster whose belting out every Norwegian sailor song ever written. My brother and I are attempting to steal a rowboat in the middle of the night to get a better view of the phosphorus in the waters of the Charlotte Sound. Iām explaining to my mother why sheās going to be detained at customs for attempting to export a suitcase full of rocks. Suddenly, Iām not so far from home. New Zealand is just a plane ride away, after all.
Ā Ā Here's what I've been up to in New Zealand! It is time to get back to reality. See, Iāve been on holiday recently and now I return to the life of a traveler.