The start of our adventure in New Zealand felt like a long time coming. It has been a dream for years of mine to pack up and drive through the incredible countryside New Zealand has to offer.
The sense of freedom, having no plans, no concrete route or deadlines was bliss, and the feeling of pulling into a new area every day, packed with new experiences and new sceneries was what this was all about.
Day 1 saw us pick up our stead, the trusty van - our home, our wheels and our refuge from the wind and gale-force winds. We drove straight west. Headed for Arthurs pass.
Driving through the mountains both took my breath away, and it also turned out to take the vans away also. Taking stops to bask in the beauty of the winding roads, and let the engine cool down was a regular occurrence.
with the engine over revving, we reached the peak of the road to be treated to our first river in the valley below. Despite the mozzie attacks, the drone was out and up. (but seriously, those South Island Mozzies are next level - totally worth the swollen ankles for the next week though.)
I thought this was the best thing I would see all day. but it kept getting better. We pulled into the township of Arthurs pass and straight to 'Devils Punchbowl'. With a name like that, I really wasn't sure what to expect, however I had a hunch it would be wicked. Certainly it couldn't get better than the river, or the mountains! I caught myself thinking. Pulled into the carpark. I was breathless again. There stood the falls. 131 meters of glory and power.
Completely stunned by the whole day, It was time to call it. Pull ip, kettle on, feet up. There was one last treat to the day. The serene sunset glowing onto the rocky faces of the mountains behind us. What an unreal Day 1.