Four days, six towns, and endless winding roads—Hugo chased ocean cliffs, emerald hills, and the quiet magic of the North Island’s hidden corners.
The road became the rhythm—New Plymouth’s coastal gusts, Ōpunake’s black sand whispers, Whanganui’s riverlight at dawn. Palmy’s caffeine pitstop, Nelson’s sun-struck bays, Whitianga’s salt-stung air. No itinerary, just windows down and the North Island’s moods shifting with every bend: mist-laced forests, lonely beaches, hills that begged to be sprinted up. Solo travel at its simplest—just a car, a camera, and the itch to see what lay beyond the next ridge.
January 1, 2022
