I started writing the first post of this blog and after a while I realised it was entirely too pretencious. People who travel generally have a craving for new experiences and to put it simply a change of scenery. Coming from England I could b**** about the ecominic crisis, the ever unreliable weather or the fact that it's a bit grim but in fairness it never bothered me. While I wouldnt go so far as saying I'm a die hard patriot I actually like the country I live in.
The drive for me has come mostly from the knowledge that I have a large portion of my dads side of my family living in NZ. It has always had a large place in my heart and imagination even if it is mostly know more for it's wooly inhabitants than the countrys contribution to the world stage. That didnt matter though. Despite it's scattered population New Zealand has always been a pace I've felt drawn to. I've only been there once and I was 17. Ten years later I'm going back and extending the trip to various other locations over the course of the year. People who find out that you're going travelling always say two things, firstly that it will change you on a fundamental level and secondly (although this only applies to the singles) you will most likely meet the love of your life and not want to come back. I will be happy to come back with the memory of at least one great day on a beach, one drunken night out and one starlit sky. Everything else is gravy. As introductions goes this is way too long and ponderous and I'll finish it by saying that this trip both financially and emotionally couldnt have been possible without my mum Jan, who died exactly one year ago to the day. Sometimes life provides a unique symmetry. I love you mum and this year is for you.