As an adventure traveler and keen outdoorsman, New Zealand has been circled on my world map for a long time. I always pictured my first trip would be some sort of fjord-trekking, wave-shredding, cross-country-hitchhiking odyssey that spanned multiple seasons and swallowed most of a calendar year. With nothing but a backpack in tow, I’d arrive on a one-way ticket, tick off the famous Milford Track and a few of the country’s other Great Walks, and, only when my visa expired, depart with a beard like Tom Hanks in Cast Away.

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