NZ 2.0 was a road trip with Pops this past December. We rented a camper van and drove a one-camper-van sprint car race around NZ (3,706 kms in 16 days on one-lane, windy, and at times unpaved, NZ roads).
My Dad would wake up
atbefore the crack of dawn and get on the road while I remained conked out in the back. I was able to sleep through the turns he took at mach 2, which propelled me across the back of the van from one window to the other. But I did wake up, at least twice, to heated conversation from the front. Both times, I popped my head up to discover that my Dad had picked up some hippie, multiply-pierced, rainbow-colored-mophead hitchhiker wearing those pants with the ankle-level crotches. The first guy had a freaking ice ax (presumably for climbing?!). [But hey, homeless hatchet-wielding hitchhikers have been saving the day lately.] And the second chick had a bull ring through her nose. My Dad was able to convince neither of the dangers inherent in socialism.
Other than picking up hitchhikers, we did bunches of low-key activities, like luging, swimming with the seals, alpine horse trekking, canyon jetboating, helicoptering over glaciers, and blackwater rafting (i.e., whitewater rafting in a cave). We also did some snoozer activities (gondola-riding, geothermal wonderland, whale watching, wine tasting, stargazing, street markets, and swing bridge-ing).
NZ 3.0 will be taking place circa 2017. We are planning a camper van caravan with my family (the Van Damme clan) and John Spicer. All are welcome!