New Zealand is one hell of a pretty woman! She is neither the popular pretty woman of the 1990s nor the pretty woman in the pages of Vogue or Harper Bazaar magazines. She is the kind of woman with melon sweet lips, dainty nose, and with maize hair overflowing just an inch below her shoulder. Genteel. Calming to the eyes yet mesmerizing at the same time. She has dust of magic in her finger tips. She would sprinkle them every now and then, leaving your mouth open with awe. At times, you will feel her arms wrap around you. You might be traveling solo but being in New Zealand you will never completely feel alone. Her presence is magnanimous and her beauty is enough to soothe your soul.
I hopped on and off the Kiwi Bus from south to north of New Zealand in a span of 17 days, a very short time to bask in her loveliness. I could have spent months running, lying, and just staring at her manicured hills painted in subtle shades of moss and jade green. I could have spent time herding and cuddling all those fluffy sheeps.
New Zealand is quiet but never boring. You will be surprised at how fast she changes an ensemble. One moment you are looking at jagged cliffs with waves crushing below. The next, you will see the stillest blue lake. It looks as though you are watching a movie and you press the pause button. She likes to show variety. You will taste her sweet snow cap mountains. You will drink from her turquoise colored waterfall or lime river water.
New Zealand is full of surprises as well. You will be amazed at her gushing geysers, hot springs, and bubbling mud pools. You will be astonished at how adventurous she could get. She offers an assortment of trails for bikers and hikers alike, from easy one-hour walk along wild ferns to eight-hour up and down trek in barren slopes of land or ice depending on the season.
No wonder many fell in love with her.