Invercargill is the unloved, red-headed stepchild of New Zealand. Continue reading →

The following morning dawned ultra-fine, so I prepped to reattempt my previously aborted plan of heading (on one of the country’s numerous one-way-in, one-way-out drives) to Glenorchy, tantalizingly described by my Lonely Planet guidebook as ‘heartbreakingly beautiful.’ Continue reading →