It was so great to see my mom and Tim in New Zealand! Even though we were in New Zealand, I felt at home traveling with family. Driving a manual campervan is no easy feat. Tim navigated the windy, narrow roads of New Zealand with ease...as long as my mom was sitting in the back. We did it all in our four short days together--bungee jumping from the world's first bungy (sorry, pictures cannot be disclosed for proof at this time), zip-lining through dense forests, taking a cruise in Doubtful Sound, and tramping around Milford Sound. I enjoyed getting to know Tim more and was impressed by how well my mom and Tim embraced the uncertainties and handled the obstacles that come with traveling in an unfamiliar environment. The New Zealand saying "no worries" became commonplace in the campervan, and greatly helped my mom relax in the back seat, or so she said.
Life in a campervan ended when I was dropped off at the start of the Routeburn Track. My last tramp in New Zealand provided stunning alpine views. And, my pack was a bit lighter this time around, or maybe my back and shoulders are adjusting to the weight. I now feel like one with my pack. It feels like something is missing when it isn't strapped tightly to my body. Does this mean I'm becoming a true tramper?
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