Do what the locals do in Westland. Read the story . . .
Like an unfurling, white dragon, the Franz Josef Glacier flexes and curves between steep-walled valleys. Māori named it Kā Roimata o Hine Hukatere – tears of the Avalanche Girl. Read the story . . .
Back in the 1800s dance halls and shooting-galleries, barmaids and ladies of ‘relaxed virtue’ all crowded along Hokitika’s golden mile, vying to entertain the hundreds of diggers. Read the story . . .
Low-slung clouds obscure the landscape and as we drive closer, it turns to rain, veiling the steeply rising hills. Moody is a good word for this part of the country. Read the story . . .
Known in other countries as hiking, bushwalking or trekking, tramping is a uniquely Kiwi term that fits the style of walking here – often rough, frequently wet, but regularly inspiring. Read the story . . .