New Zealand is just beautiful. There really isn't another word to describe it. It is lush and green. It is jungle and forest and coastland and farmland all rolled up into one incredible landscape. The people are friendly, the weather is unpredictable, the coffee is superb and the sheep are numerous... and adorable.
Our days are simple: we wake up (usually somewhere beautiful, but sometimes at a truck stop along the motorway), cook breakfast on the back of Marge, run, then decide which outdoor activity we should occupy ourselves with that day. We hike, go to the beach, and spend a good deal of time reading. We have picnic lunches, and often find some grand spot to pull over with Marge to cook our dinner. Then we sleep, wake up and do it all over again.
I've never traveled quite like this. We have so much time that we really get to soak things up instead of jumping on to the next thing. There isn't a hurry to see it all. Instead, that feeling is replaced with a simple joy at whatever we do get to see. And we've been able to see quite a bit.