The windows were down, the music was up and not one of us knew where we were going.
It was like spiralling down the rabbit hole from Alice In Wonderland and coming back up at the Mad Hatter’s Tea Party…
My boyfriend and our friend William became instantly obsessed with the idea of climbing one of the volcanoes along with what looked like some very experienced and well-equipped hikers. My pal Kirra and I had to talk them out of it as they gazed up at the volcano completely unfazed by their Converse and denim-outfitted, haven’t-exercised-since-primary-school situation. It wasn’t long until they were onto the next thing however, which was seeing how far they could climb out onto the edge of a volcano. I gave up, ate a vegemite sandwich and spent a roll of film documenting the event.
One day on the south island we were on our way to Takaka and stumbled across a man called Larry. He was fixing a fence and we were lost. “Do you know of any swimming holes around here?” we asked. He hesitated just for a moment and then told us that there was one not too far away. We followed Larry and his two dogs on his quad bike to the end of the road, which led to his house. He stopped, quickly ran into the house and came out with a bag. A few worst-case scenarios ran through my head but I quickly brushed them off before the anxiety took hold – and we continued on. Down the dirt driveway we went, past his house, past his farm and then down a hill, which led to a denser landscape of trees and narrow trails. I began to feel my heart thud inside my chest as we followed Larry into the woods.
A few worst-case scenarios ran through my head but I quickly brushed them off before the anxiety took hold – and we continued on.
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