Now that we’ve been in New Zealand for over a week, crisscrossing the North Island from Auckland to Wellington, I’m beginning to understand all that the end of the earth has to offer. It’s a country of contrasts for sure, with icy mountaintops and fiery geothermal features, high adventure activities and laid back pace, and society that is progressive and nativist at the same time. Clayton and I came for the adventure–swimming through glowworm caves, careening over the highest commercially-rafted waterfall, and digging a geothermal spa at Hot Water Beach, to name a few things we have done–but the Kiwi lifestyle is pervasive and I might just bring it back with me. Here’s a primer for you non-Kiwis of what my time has been like here…
First some semantics. “Kiwi” is used to identify a true New Zealander, lower-case kiwi is the endangered flightless bird that serves as a national emblem, and kiwifruit refers to the fuzzy green fruit. Of the three, I’ve probably seen the least kiwifruit. It’s winter here, which means they’re not in season, but there are still crates of them at the front of every grocery store where bananas would be back home. The bird kiwi, for all five of its species being reclusive, nocturnal, and endangered, is surprisingly ubiquitous. The national icon adorns t-shirts, postcards, and business logos, even the dollar coin. In a few places we drove, such as Tongariro National Park, the “kiwi crossing at night” signs were serious (although locals encourage you to target their invasive possums, running over a kiwi would be a cardinal sin). Live kiwis are on display at numerous sanctuaries and museums across New Zealand; we watched them at the Otorohanga Kiwi House, running awkwardly on two legs through their darkened terrarium and poking at the ground with their spear-like beaks. Kind of a weird choice for a national symbol, but Kiwis embrace their odd little fuzzbird.
Kiwis, by and large, are some of the coolest people I’ve ever met. You expect your rafting and hiking guides to be cool, but I’ve also had some great conversations in unexpected places. There was the lady in the rugby pro shop (talking about rugby is a great way to befriend a New Zealander, pro tip) whose excitement for everything rugby went far beyond selling us stuff. There was Zach from Invercargill who came along to watch the big rugby match between the All Blacks and the Australian Wallabies, happy to explain the nuances of rugby to us sheltered Americans. Native son and Thunder star Steven Adams is also a popular conversation starter, as he is the country’s biggest basketball figure and highest paid professional athlete. I met a guy my age who played against Steven Adams growing up, getting his layups repeatedly blocked by the 7-footer. The gas station clerk in Rotorua was excited to tell me his daughter was friends with Steven Adams’s older sister (three-time gold medalist and Dame) Valerie Adams as children. There was the park ranger at Tongariro who quipped “Come on, kid, you’re on a volcano!” when I was trying to choose a hike with good geothermal views. Lots of people have asked us where we’re from, wondering whether our conspicuous accents are from the U.S. or Canada. So I’m working on a Kiwi accent to go undercover, which involves flipping a lot of vowel sounds around and saying “cheers” and “bro” a lot.
It’s a laid back culture for sure. There’s a palpable vacation vibe, maybe because there are so many tourists here on holiday. Yet everything is remarkably on time. It’s just second nature to build in enough time in your schedule to smell the roses. For being so laid back, there’s also a lot of high-octane activities that make New Zealand a heaven for adrenaline junkies. Numerous skydiving, jet boating, bungee jumping, whitewater rafting, ice climbing, and other activities advertise as the ‘first’ or ‘highest’ in their respective categories. For this wealth of high adventure activities, numerous foreigners have relocated to New Zealand, causing some political tension. Even New Zealand, despite its welcoming vibe, probably doesn’t want too many of the world’s Matt Lauers relocating to beautiful Queenstown (true story, he did). There’s also some political tension surrounding past mistreatment of the Maori, but the country seems to have made major strides in this area. After 100 years of suppressing Maori culture, the government has invested in programs like the carving and weaving school at Te Puia to re-teach Maori descendants the artforms that were nearly lost. There’s also Maori language options in primary and secondary schools, so many young Kiwis are bilingual. Unfortunately, the socioeconomic inequality remains obvious, but I find it promising that the Maori cultural appreciation appears to be more widespread than our awareness of Native American issues back in the States.
Driving has been an adventure, to say the least. You drive on the left side of the road here, meaning the steering wheel is on the right and many of the controls are reversed. That has been pretty easy to get used to, a bit like playing Mario Kart on ‘mirror’ mode. The harder part to get used to is the speed of travel: once you get out of town, the speed limit is almost always 100 km/h. In effect, people go as fast as they want/can, so I’ve watched some harrowing passes from my position in the slow lane. During one of our first night drives, we got pulled over by an ambulance, who tailed our slow car for a couple miles. Nice guy, of course, who informed us were “all over the road” and offered to escort us over the winding mountain pass. With all the rain, we couldn’t even keep up with his escort. City driving is perhaps more daunting, and I don’t know if I’ve ever felt more tense than when I was whizzing through the narrow, twisting streets of Welly. When I have the courage to look up from the road, though, I am usually treated to absolutely spectacular views of the coast or countryside!
Practically every small town here has a landmark or symbol that they proudly display, which makes country driving supremely enjoyable. In effect, I was left with a memory from several towns that I drove past without even stopping. Otorohanga had a giant kiwi figure holding its welcome sign, proud of its kiwi conservation facility. Turangi, Taupo, and a few small towns in between had large statues of trout, as nearby Lake Taupo is an international destination for trout fishing. Te Puke, center of the agriculture belt, was represented by a 40-foot tall kiwifruit (something I learned, kiwifruit orchards look much like vineyards but must be surrounded by massive hedgerows to block the wind). Katikati was characterized by its 50-some-odd murals lining the main drag. Matamata is hobbit-themed, as the Lord of the Rings films were shot on a farm nearby. Bulls has statues of…you guessed it, bulls, everywhere. I think it’s super cool that the small towns here show such pride, and it seems to be keeping small town life comparatively vibrant.
Small town, big city, secluded mountaintop, touristy beach…wherever we go, I’ve been having a wonderful time. This week promises more adventures, as Clayton and I venture into the Southern Alps toward the bottom of the South Island. Penguins, glaciers, skiing…I’ll write about it all soon. So here’s to another fantastic week in New Zealand. Cheers, bro!