02/04/2026
Last November, I thought for my first hike I’d give walking a country a go.
So in less than 30 days, I sourced all the gear, booked a plane ticket, and made my way to Cape Reinga to begin the Te Araroa Trail - New Zealand’s 3000km thru-hike.
I had absolutely no idea what I was doing.
From never walking more than 9km, I was suddenly asking my body for 28km by day two. By day three, my body was breaking down.
I limped into Ngapē Holiday Park and took my first zero, dealing with blisters, large and small.
“It can’t be over here,” I said.
So I carried on.
The beach was brutal. The forests were brutal. The roads were brutal. Through the North Island and into the South, my body slowly started to work - but I was in pain every single day until about KM2370, the Two Thumb Track.
By then I’d seen it all - blistering heat, sleet, storms, snow. Mud, sand, gravel, and mountainous rock.
I met hundreds of chirpy travellers all heading for Bluff. I’d roll into camp last after another excruciating 20km, while they’d done 30–45km and still had energy.
“I’m not fit like them… why can’t I do that?”
But they were experienced, fit - some athletes.
And I was a 30 year old first-time hiker asking a lot from my body.
Over time, it adapted. Knees got stronger. Achilles settled. By Two Thumb, I was finally moving well.
But something else was calling - home.
After nearly four months, I’d done what I came to do. Learned what I needed to learn. Overcome what I could.
So after 2000km and 126 days, I’ve decided it’s time. At least for this season.
Hiked: 2000km+
Sections skipped: 7–8
Tent nights: 50
Hut nights: 15
Days off (injured/sick): 47
Kilos lost: 14.5
Tan slices found: 4
Enjoyment: 20%
Te Araroa Trail - thank you for the safe passage, and for changing my life. I’ll be back next season to tick off the missing bits.