We were somewhere in the dense bush of New Zealand’s wild West Coast; battling the unrelenting undergrowth, sweaty, bleeding and tired… but stoked. Despite knowing where we were geographically, we felt lost in the wilderness. The countless dead ends encountered as we searched for a route amongst the bluffed-out ridges, landslips or cliffs. This emulated the description of type 2 fun, a challenge that seemed to be never ending. It was tough going We crashed through the forest, our pace slowed to a mere 0.5km/ hr. It’s brutal. We’re dehydrated and hungry, but we’re out here in our element getting amongst the very best of what New Zealand has on offer as part of our ‘Extreme Tramping’ trip.
7 days earlier, in a rush of logistics and gear we’d set out on an epic Covid inspired adventure into the heart of New Zealand backcountry. As the Air NZ bird descended into Queenstown, we got our first glimpse of the terrain we were heading into. Our trip was ambitious, but one that had been
