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kiwi adventures for up & coming adventurists

theromanticNew Zealand tested me more than I expected—and I think, more than we planned. Our kiwi adventures tested my ability to stay awake in the car for hours and hours at a time (failed it). They also tested my ability to make gourmet meals from the back of our Spaceship campervan (failed it), and my ability to exert ridiculous amounts of energy on outdoor activities (nailed it).

Wait, nailed it? Cha, yeah. Nailed it.

Because I might not have any legs to stand on when it comes to bragging about how active I am, I figured I’d let the hubs handle this one.

Take it away, hubs:

the hubs camping

It took some convincing–and maybe some bribing–but the romantic & I were eventually able to find a balance between being Lazy Travelers/borderline alcoholics (see here), and your standard, run-of-the-mill thrill seekers who usually flock to New Zealand.

Though the romantic claims you will never find her skydiving, heli-skiing, or rock-climbing, here’s what I was able to convince her to try… and even better, like.

We went black water rafting.

waitomo cave group ... someone in this photo peed.
Photo courtesty of The Legendary Black Water Rafting Company

This sounds badass, pretty much because it is. You can read the romantic’s full recap here, but our group basically looked like a team of Navy SEALs wading through freezing cold water in search of worms. “Basically” may be the key word. Cheers to the guides at The Legendary Black Water Rafting Company, though! They made us feel like we were conquering a serious feat as we made our way through the Waitomo Caves.

We went white water rafting.

white water rafting
Photo courtesy of Rafting New Zealand

It’s only fair, right? Upon arrival in Taupo, we saw fellow travelers trying to decide between jet-boating, whitewater kayaking, skydiving, and loads of other white-knuckle activities. I had been whitewater rafting years ago (in West Virginia. Shut up, it counts.). I knew that with a good guide it would be exciting, but would not induce PTSD. The romantic was sold-ish.

Fast forward to a beautiful day on the Tongariro River. We conquered over 40 rapids in about 3 hours, and she was in her glory. Fortunately, we had an extremely fit Finnish couple in the front. Next was a hysterical British couple / comedy duo in the middle who LOVED our post-rapid high five routine. Lastly, our guide from Rafting New Zealand kept us under control and helped everyone encourage the British Comedians. What else could you want?

We ZORBED.

zorb Photos Courtesy of ZORB New Zealand

While this was probably the tamest of our adventure activities, I think that reducing oneself to what is essentially a human bowling ball and letting an eager Kiwi shove you down a hill can be classified as an “extreme sport.” It was actually a lot of fun. Plus, being inside a ZORB kept out the rotten smell of Rotorua for a few fleeting moments. We opted for the 2-person wet version, where there’s about 6 inches of water splashing around with you and your partner while you barrel down the hill. It definitely enhanced the experience. We screamed the whole time and stumbled out soggy and dizzy.  Mission accomplished.

We hiked and camped all over the North & South Islands. 

hiking in nz

I think when all was said and done, we had more days of wine tasting than hiking. But come on! We were living out of a van for half of our trip! How else are you supposed to fall asleep at night when you’re freezing because you misjudged what “autumn” means in the Southern Hemisphere? We did some great hikes around Lake Tekapo and Mount Cook, and we enjoyed the incredible scenery along the west coast. On the second half of our road trip, we became increasingly lazy (and cold) , so we skipped hiking. We instead chose to go vineyard hopping in Central Otago and Marlborough. But thanks to our killer Spaceship Campervan (his name was Drako), we camped the whole time! That’s hardcore enough for this duo.

I Bungy jumped, solo.

bungy jumping in nz

I couldn’t get the romantic to join me on this one. Instead, she recruited a giant group of Chinese tourists to be my cheerleaders, snapped some great photos, and will remind me forever me of how we had to hitchhike back to Queenstown because I made us miss our bus. THAT was adventure enough.

NZ was an awesome place to try some new things, and when we had our fill of the outdoors and extreme sports, we were able to exercise our noses and palettes (and livers) with some truly delicious wines. For what may be the first time in our travels, we found just the right balance of lazy & crazy.

– the hubs (and the romantic, too)

All photos via the romantic unless otherwise credited, and thank you to the above companies for helping us experience NZ in a new and exciting (and decidedly unlazy) way. Despite any media arrangements, all opinions are, as always, our own. 

The Lazy Travelers are two transatlantic best friends who have mastered the art of exploring a new city. Though Ashley is based in London and Carolyn is in Philadelphia, we'll use any excuse to reunite around the world. We’re professional bar hoppers, pub crawlers, and food testers, and you’ll never see us zipping around, checking things off a list of “must-sees.”

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