Hi everyone I’m delighted to share with you the latest exclusive sneak peek book excerpt from my upcoming travel memoir ‘Backpacker to Nomad.’
The book itself is a collection of travel stories including adventures, misadventures and poignant moments that have shaped my nomadic life. However I didn’t just want to write about just the events so the book takes you on a journey through a somewhat tangled mind and shows what I was going through at the specific times, how people have influenced my life, my thought processes and how I turned from naïve newbie backpacker to experienced nomad.
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backpacking New Zealand misadventures overview
Long-term traveling life was a dual internal & external journey, adventures & misadventures flipped on a coin and this adventure pushed Amit to the limit. Blood, sweat & tears were spilt on this incredible day of discovery while trying to face and dodge both mental & physical obstacles.
adventure day backpacking new Zealand
Light filled the vast open dry landscape without the giant ball of fire taking its place yet. But it caused huge domineering sharp and jagged silhouettes to rise up from the earth to stand tall in the surrounding distance. An artist had taken brush strokes behind the shadowy silhouettes to paint the sky from a deep orange beam to blend into a light blue but left the moon high above. It was remarkable, one of the best day breaks so far.
Backpacking New Zealand on many occasions felt like traveling through a masterpiece. The scenery from rolling green hills, black sand beaches to dry rocky mountains was simply stunning. And this was no different.
Tour groups and individual hikers marched past the raised wooden board walk towards the bottom of the silhouettes. All of them fully kitted out in full hiking gear, the correct type of footwear, cargo pants or shorts, aided by hiking poles while carrying backpacks. The tour groups followed flag bearers while the individual hikers made sure their maps were in hand.
chasing baby waterfalls
It was like watching a well drilled army unit march by. I however decided to take another route, jumping off the board walk dancing past the little spiky shrubs poking out the dry dusty earth making sure not to disturb them.
“See, happy Amit is here, dancing chasing the waterfalls, glad that Alex woke him up early.”
Alex’s soft bouncy accent flowed as softly as the mini streams and baby waterfalls that took my attention. The baby waterfalls falling off the little rocks flowing downhill were only a meter or two away from the board walk but there was enough footing and dry earth to dance around in my cream Nike pumps, not exactly hiking footwear but were comfortable and light. Although a smile beamed from my face my mind did not agree.
“Nope, Amit is happy because of the adventure today, and because I drank three cups of coffee before the sun is up, not because Alex woke me up at stupid O’clock.”
“Oh come waking up early is not so bad. We have the whole day to adventure and explore it. How do you call this…Merder? Molder? Mondor?”
She joined in dancing around the bushes, skipping over the little rocks watching the water race down.
“Mordor Alex, Mordor! We are in the setting for Mordor. We’re in the Lord of the Rings and today I am Frodo going on a quest to mount doom.”
“I think you drink too much coffee today. You know I’ve never seen or read the Lord of the Rings. I do not know but my sister is huge fan, she has all the books and the DVD collection, so lots of pictures to make her jealous.”
She shrugged and beamed a smile from under her windbreaker jacket and skipped past just off the boardwalk.
‘How has she not seen Lord of the Rings? Fuck it, I’m going on a quest wherever my imagination takes me. Bout as tall as Frodo anyway.’
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Not a proper hiker
Today wasn’t the first time we were experiencing a setting from the Lord of the Rings movie. Through the North Island we had abseiled into the Waitomo caves which was also used in the movies, stopped at certain other places. The only place we had ignored was hobbit town.
A few tuts flew across from the boardwalk as more hikers marched by. They obviously were not impressed with our dancing over and around the shrubs. Or they just didn’t approve of my hiking gear consisting of my England football jersey, hoodie, and normal shorts.
The dusty colourless dry earth started to enrichen to a coppery red the closer and bigger the mountains became. They were emerging from the shadows to reveal their true domineering rock faces.
‘They’re a lot higher than what they seemed at the beginning of the board walk. I have go up there?’
‘Yeah maybe we did come a little underprepared.’ – chimed in the other inner voice.
Alex had already jumped back onto the boardwalk, and it didn’t take too much longer to follow as there was no obvious route to take. There were more looks, shaking of heads and tuts as more hikers streamed past. It seemed my attire screamed out ‘clueless or typical backpacker’. One of the hikers in front was even carrying rope.
‘Why does he have rope? Do we need rope, nobody else has though, guess he’s just being cautious or he’s a rock climber. We don’t need rope, we’ll be fine.’
“Alex, are we a little under prepared for this? Look at what everybody else is wearing. We look like we’re just going for a leisurely walk.”
“No I’m fine, just no hiking stick. You are just you.” Her green eyes dotted around but shrugged.
“What do you mean just me?”
She ignored the question as the board walk started to get swallowed up by the earth until completely disappearing. All of a sudden a coppery rusty smell took over the air. Loose charcoal had replaced the dry grey dusty ground almost feeling like standing on a different planet. Wind swept up some of the finer loose charcoal grazing across my exposed legs like crushed glass. It only took another few steps before being dwarfed under a sheer rock face which stretched up high to touch the sky.
The quest begins!
‘So yup a lot bigger than it looked like. Maybe we do need rope. There probably should have been some planning and research done rather than just turning up.’
‘Yeah and where is everybody, where did all the hikers go, where’s Alex. Is there a secret way through the mountains?’
“This way dickhead.” A familiar German accent floated down from the side.
There was no secret door, but a rocky pathway was hiding behind a huge boulder. I could feel the corners of my lips widening, the adrenaline was just kick starting into action.
‘Here we go, the quest is about to begin.’
The first few meters were deceiving, luring into a false sense of security, an easy climb for the first fifty metres, but then the incline become steeper. The ground loosened and little stones rolled round under my feet. Before I could think tiny sharp stones were embedded into my hands and knees, Alex was laughing but pain shot through from the moment the ground gave way.
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