Auckland, New Zealand
A quite fitting and coincidental end for a short trip in New Zealand was the combination of two things, a beautiful morning drive with spooky mist over a steaming landscape and suddenly the music player shuffle churning out “Apocalypse Please” by Muse with the chorus lyrics “This Is The End Of The World”. Despite the spooky landscape and ironic randomness of the song, New Zealand feels like the end of the world, a place so separated from others yet so powerful. An underground bubbling energy that at anytime could split apart this world and effect others across the other side. In its cities, it doesn’t have much to offer and in its people a rich history of a humble Maori tribe but in its raw form a delightful infrastructure of natures best design. When you go you realise what such a wonderfully unique place the world is and what nature offers you. It also highlights natural dangers that we are so blessed with and with one remaining thought provoking no pun intended question, why on earth hasn’t the world exploded already?! As we reached the last remaining sites of Mission Bay and the amazing dormant site of Mount Eden, we realised one thing, it was Sunday and our next flight would mean that we would relive this exact date again, as Daft Punk would say, one more time. We didn’t really realise this until one very random, funny but yet unconcerning thing happened. As we realised and was talking about it, we saw a man by the side of the road running backwards. Now this is the first time I’ve ever seen this so for just a second we wondered whether it was time actually rewinding in real time for us…onwards to Tahiti.