365 days ago: Farewell Spit

New Zealand, South Island, Farewell Spit, Golden Bay, Abel Tasman.


  • The sound of the shells cracking under our feet. Millions, impossible not to step on them.
  • The wind! It forced us to put the legs of our zip-off pants on our heads to protect the ears. There are some funny pics of that. Not here.
  • The white, beautiful, deserted Wharariki beach.
  • Calla flowers (I love them) growing wild in the forest.
  • As we thought we were used to landscape changes, take this: the sort of Swiss deep-green meadows are just behind the dunes. You walk not even one minute from the beach to that green path escorted by trees which have stood a couple of windy days.

Rest of the travel published so far: here.