Wrapping Up New Zealand...The Rockies are Calling!
After nine (9) hours of travel split between ferry and car we reached our campsite in New Plymouth on the West side of the North Island. Jenna headed out to tour the town and eventually catch up with an old friend from a Vancouver soccer team they played for who now lives in New Plymouth. I took the much-advertised Coastal Walkway from the campsite into town finding a pizza joint called “Hell.” Now, I’ve made it a goal of mine to try pizza from as many countries as I can because, well… 1) pizza is awesome; 2) it seems that every country offers it; and 3) there are so many varieties to try as every place likes to put their unique mark on it. Before writing this section I had gone the entirety of New Zealand without finding a decent pizza joint to try out – that’s nearly four (4) weeks of misery with canned soup, PB and Nutella sammies, dry camping food, and the occasional chicken or pasta. Thankfully “Hell” came through with the 2nd-best pizza I’ve had on the trip so far! It was a mix ...