26 Hours to Home

My time in New Zealand has officially concluded and as of last night, I’m safely back in the U.S. 

 I know I should have posted a few days ago about coming home but I was so busy and focused on enjoying my last days in NZ that I didn’t have time to post.

A couple days ago (or was it yesterday? – this jet lag is real this time), Rowena drove me to the airport and I began my 26 hour journey of flights and airports. I was devastated to leave but I know I’ll be back one day..

 Jet lag wasn’t that bad getting to New Zealand but coming back so far is odd. For me it’s tomorrow and I feel like I’ve been thrust into the past. I didn’t really sleep on the planes so I went about 33 hours with no sleeping and today I feel dead.

But I’m back! It was an incredible month with Rowena and I’m so sad that I had to leave but it’s okay, I’m happy to be back home with family. 

 Aaaaand I’m already planning my next trip.. So I’ll be off again soon!

 

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Hanmer Springs; Bungee Jumps & Conquering Fears

Okay, this next post is one I’m so excited to write.

Anyone who knows me knows that I have a pretty big fear of heights. Like it’s big. But I’m working on conquering it because I don’t like living my life being afraid of something so small.

Anyway, with this fear in mind, I went bungee jumping.

Bungee-ing(?) has been one of the top items on my bucket list for quite some time, right up there with skydiving and cage diving – yes, with great white sharks (maybe I’ll have a post about that one day). So I knew when I planned this trip to New Zealand that I needed to bungee, seeing as how NZ is the adventure capital of the world.

Knowing for months that I was going to jump was so exciting and honestly fear never came to mind until last night lying in bed and trying to fall asleep. My mind started to run and fears started growing and I honestly woke up at 5am unable to really fall back asleep.

To say I was a tad bit nervous would be putting it nicely.

But like I said, I don’t like being afraid of things so I didn’t let it phase me.

Until.

I stood on the edge of that bridge, looking down to the rushing water, with my arms stretched out wide to the world. 

 I froze.

I couldn’t move.

Even though everything was ready and everyone was waiting, I couldn’t bring myself to fall.

I just shook and stared down.

..that was probably my biggest mistake.

I feel so bad for the guys at Thrillseekers Adventures because they had to wait literally almost five minutes for me to let it all go and fall.

They were so supportive and nice trying to cheer me on but it didn’t work.

I kept still.

Until..

I literally let everything in the world go.

Took a deep breath.

Looked up at the mountains.

And jumped. 

 Water rushing at me, wind flying by, all fears gone.

I did it.

I willingly threw myself off a bridge.

Me – someone with a severe height fear.

I went for it.

Nothing can amount to how it feels to let go of all of your inhibitions and free fall to the rushing waters of New Zealand beneath your body.

Dangling at the end of the bungee, almost able to dip my hands into the water, I’d never felt more free. 

 I’d like to say my irrational fear is no longer in existence but I think I need to still keep working toward that.

I guess skydiving is up next.

Whale Watching & Sailing in Kaikoura & Christchurch

Okay, okay, so I know I’ve left you all hanging for quite some time while I’ve been on my trip but it’s not my fault, I promise! Turns out New Zealand has extremely limited wifi. Whoda thunk. It’s not like they’re like the furthest place in the world from anywhere else or anything..

But it’s okay because now I’m finally back in a wifi zone and can update you all on some of my travels over the past week. Last I left you I think was right after I’d completed the Tongariro Crossing. Phew, still tired a week later. Just kidding, it was easy peasy. I’m such a pro.

*cough* cough*

Anyway..

I’ve now landed in Christchurch for the remainder of my time in New Zealand and it’s been pretty chill and relaxed. Compared to the Crossing, that is.

But before I get to Christchurch, let me tell you about my time in Kaikoura – between the Crossing and Christchurch – because it was amazing.

So, I like the outdoors. I hope you’ve gathered that by now considering that the majority of my time here in NZ has been spent camping and hiking and exploring. Well..

It all got even better in Kaikoura when Rowena and I decided to camp out on a beachfront. We literally fell asleep to the sound of the waves crashing and woke up to the bright stars above and the sound of soft waves falling upon the shore. Oh my goodness, take me back right now. It’s only been a few days and I already miss that view. We were camped out on the sand of the beach with the mountains rising behind us and the infinite ocean before us. 

   
I say we woke up to the stars because we literally did. Our only morning in Kaikoura we went whale watching at 7am, which means we had to wake up at 5am in order to get ready, pack the tent and get to the boat on time. So pitch black night and bright white stars were the first sight I saw that morning. It was so beautiful that I just laid there for 20 minutes staring up. And after about 15 minutes a falling star shot across the night and began my day in the best way.

I was so sad to have to get up and pack that morning because honestly one night in Kaikoura was not enough. Seals and penguins and waterfalls and ocean were in abundance in Kaikoura.. I loved everything about that place. But I also knew waking up that morning that I was about to see my very first whale in the entirety of my life, so I was full of energy and happy as soon as my eyes opened.

Once we got to the boat and took off, I don’t think I stopped smiling for the rest of the day. They’d warned us that we might not see any whales but we were lucky and not only saw one whale but two whales and a pod of about 200 dolphins. 

    
    
 I literally can’t think of any better way to start a day than the way this one began for me.

Whales and dolphins and falling stars?

Why doesn’t this happen every day?

Even though it was just for one day, it was amazing.

I had the best morning ever that day and it only got better.

After the whales, we headed to Christchurch to have lunch with Rowena’s parents at the pub. While we were there eating, I experienced my first ever earthquake. I think her dad said it was a 5.7 so it was pretty big, especially for someone who’s never been in one before. It literally shook our entire table and the patio we were on at the time.

I didn’t even know what was happening when it happened, I just grabbed the edge of the table and looked around terrified. After it was over, everyone was fine so that’s good it wasn’t enough to hurt anyone but it was so crazy to me! Small town American girl from the Midwest? Yeah, earthquakes aren’t a thing to me..

But anyway..

After lunch, her dad took us out on his sailboat and I got to go sailing for the very first time in my life! It was amazing and so pretty out on the water. I obviously sat up front, happy to have the salt water spray me with every wave we hit. Again, I was still wearing a permanent smile. I even got to drive the boat! 

   
And I’m happy to report that I did not tip it over or crash it at all. There was just one point when the boat tipped all the way on its left side but hey, no one fell out so I think I can call myself a professional. Right.. ?

Yeah.. I think so.

After sailing, my nose is still sunburnt two days later but I don’t care whatsoever. I saw two whales, hundreds of dolphins and sailed a boat that day. 

  

Time of my life.

Tongariro Crossing, AKA Mordor; Not for the Faint of Heart

You’ve heard of those worldwide treks where they’re so dangerous and long but you’re so intrigued that you want to do them yourself, right? Those difficult things you put yourself through so that you can be able to say you did it?

The Tongariro Crossing was that for me, although I didn’t know it at the time.

 I’d heard of the Tongariro Crossing in New Zealand while I was researching things to do for my trip here. I saw that it was also the spot where Peter Jackson filmed the Mountains of Mordor, so naturally I dove in head first with anticipation of completing it. The nerd within me needed to see those astounding mountains floating inside the clouds.

Little did I know, that it’d be one of the most difficult and rewarding things I’ve ever accomplished.

 Now, this hike is pretty dangerous and not for the faint of heart by any means. You have to be physically fit enough to endure the conditions and need to have the proper attire and gear needed to be able to even begin the trek.

   That being said though, there were some kids on it who did stupendously and finished it without any problems. And an elderly couple that slowly made their way through the climbs. So, I guess it depends on how you see this hike. If you have the right attitude and a cautious demeanor, you’ll do just fine. And there was really only one point where I thought to myself that I could probably die right here and now. But we’ll get to that bit later.

Rowena and I started out our hike all dressed and ready. I in my new North Face hiking boots, mountain range leggings and both of us in a go get ’em attitude. We only had one pack between us with our 4.5 liters of water, nuts, fruits and protein bars for lunch. And warmer clothing for the higher points. Altogether I’d say the pack weighed about 17ish lbs – not smart on our part. It just added to the madness of completing the crossing.

 We start out on the trail and immediately within minutes end up passing a couple of people – so we were feeling pretty great at this point. Keeping in mind, this was just the flat bit to begin to actually hike. We shouldn’t have had such pride at that point. Within the next few minutes, two guys ahead of us turned around to ask over their shoulders where we were from. They were two guys who’d met at their hostel right before doing the crossing and had decided to do it together for the most part. We tell them all about how I’m American visiting her in Kiwi Land and how we’ve never done this hike before.

  By this point, the ground has started to slowly rise. Already, the sun is beating down on us and we’re sweating through our clothing as the first few steps of the trail begin to climb the first set of hills. At this point we stop for a bit of water.

We set our packs down at the edge of the cliff.

And Andrea, one of the two guys, accidentally knocks his and it starts to rapidly tumble down the hill we’d just climbed.

As he yells at it to stop, we all watch while all of his belongings race down to the bottom.

Sheer panic.

But immediately, Andrea races down the hill himself to rescue his precious pack. We all stand watching as passersby gaze at him with sympathetic looks and faces that seem to say, “Thank God that wasn’t us,” and I don’t blame them. But Andrea rescued his pack with ease and within minutes we were back on track.

Thank goodness it happened while at the beginning and not on one of the mountains we were to climb later.

After getting back to trekking the crossing, we begin to climb again. So many stairs. It was a struggle just to put one foot in front of the other. So obviously, Rowena and I were stopping every couple minutes. Did I mention you need to be in shape? Yeah, no I’m definitely not apparently. After about the 5th stop, we tell the guys to go on ahead because we’re just slowing them down. They refused. They kept motivating us to go on with positive spirits and repeating to us that we could do it. They were definitely inspiring.

At this point, I thought to myself that it’d be so easy to just turn back.. All I have to do is go back down.. And it’d be okay.. But that’s not who I am and I knew I had to finish this. It was something that began as a mega nerdy thing I just wanted to do but it had already turned into something much more.

 Finally, we convinced the guys that they really should go on without us because we knew that Rotem, the other guy, wanted to climb Mount Ngauruhoe – otherwise known as Mount Doom to me. And that climb itself is an extra 3 hours added to the hike that already by itself is 6-8 hours long. Reluctantly, they agreed and left us well wishes and smiles as they hiked their way away.

We were left to finish this thing on our own. This thing that we’d just begun. This thing that was already testing me to my limits.

At this point we were a little over an hour in and only halfway up the side of the mountains. It all seemed so impossible to accomplish. But we powered through. With taking turns with the pack and going on at our own slow pace and many encouragements to each other, we made it to the top.

The top of the first bit.

There was still another mountainside to trek up.

But we’d made it this far.

We weren’t turning back.

At this point was the opportunity to climb Mount Doom. It was something I’d been prepping for and planning for for months and it was finally here.

 And I didn’t do it.

The steep trek up the mountain itself is highly dangerous but on this day the visibility was so low and minimal that it would have meant almost certain death for me. We went up the side a little bit so that I could say I climbed part of it and also so I could take photos with the ring on the mountain. We even filmed me throwing the ring off onto the side of the mountain and saving all of Middle Earth.

  
That part was great. But the fact that I wasn’t able to go all the way to the summit was actually devastating for me. We met a girl on her way down on the part we’d climbed who told us she’d only made it halfway before having to turn back. She said that there were rocks falling all around her and that she literally feared for her life trying to get down.

So I unfortunately wasn’t able to climb Mount Doom and my heart is a tad bit broken but I can still say that I hiked the Mountains of Mordor.

Anyway.. After climbing back down the part we’d climbed, we were at the part of the hike with the Red Crater. A massive stretch of flat crater land in the exact middle of the three volcanoes. Oh yeah, did I mention that these were actually highly active volcanoes we were climbing? Yeah, volcanoes.

  
 The Red Crater bit was beautiful and the perfect opportunity to take some deep breaths before having a bit more to climb. We took in the view from within the volcanic mountains and I couldn’t help but be thankful for such an opportunity.

But soon that easy part was over and it was time to start climbing again. Granted, this part was a much shorter climb than before but I think it was much more dangerous. It was so cloudy and misty up that high that the ground was wet and it was hard not to slip. This was the part where I actually thought to myself that I might die. The ground itself was slippery and to the right was rising red rock and to the left was a sheer steep drop off onto jagged red rocks below. I actually feared for my life in this bit. It was both exhilarating and terrifying at once.

However, here I am writing this for you, so I’m still alive and didn’t fall down to a painful death below.

We successfully made it through the slippery rocks without falling (although I did slip a bit far down at one point).

We’d reached the summit of what we would climb.

We were on top of the world!

 Our pack had slowly begun to lighten up because we’d been drinking lots of water and had just stopped for lunch so the trek itself was only going to get better. We’d made it through the hard part. Now all there was to do was to go back down.

Sounds easy right?

Nope.

The first part of the down bit was a steep walk down through ash on a narrow trail that had steep drop offs onto rocky edges on either side. So again, we had to go slow.

But then I started treating it like skiing and I got the hang of how to walk in the thick ash and I basically started skiing down the mountain. Pretty cool.

And at the bottom was the best part. Three massive blue and green pools resting all nestled in the heart of the volcanoes.

  
  
Pure beauty.

And guess what! As we were stood gazing at the pools I happened to look back over my shoulder and saw none other than Andrea coming up behind us! He’d apparently climbed a part of the smaller mountain, Mount Tongariro, and was now on his way down as well, while Rotem was still climbing Mount Doom. So Andrea had gone up an extra mountain and then come back down in the time it took us to do the normal trek. Awesome.

But it’s okay, because at least we were still going!

Andrea actually told us that he thought we would have turned back because it was so overwhelming. He was pretty impressed that we were still going. I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad thing but.. I’m optimistic so I’ll take it as a compliment.

 We ended up finishing the hike with him by our side. We hiked those many miles back down through a winding wooden road that led to a hut to rest near. The up bit was hard yes, but going down wasn’t easy either. It was a steep way down and I could feel my knees getting shaky with how unstable the way down was becoming.

But again, we kept going.

But then..

..it started to rain.

 Good thing it was at the end because I was the only one who didn’t bring a rain coat. But I’m the type who likes to dance in the rain so I didn’t mind.. I just held my face up high and smiled as the rain drops fell upon me. It was quite beautiful. But it also could have been pretty dangerous if it had started raining while we were still at the top and I hadn’t had a rain coat. So note to other travelers: make sure you have a rain coat!

Luckily for everyone else though, the rain only lasted a little bit before we then entered the forest at the bottom of the mountain that led to the exit. Shielded under the trees, the rain didn’t really come into the forest, so all was dry for the most part.

The forest was so green and vibrant and beautiful that it was the perfect way to end such a magnificent accomplishment.

  
All three of us reached the end together and did it in less time than we’d previously believed. Under 8 hours! Woo! And Rotem made it safely to the top of Mount Doom and back again, according to a message from Andrea later the same night.

We did it.

 I could now say that I hiked the Mountains of Mordor.

But more importantly, I could now say that I’d persevered through the hardest thing I’d ever begun and I finished with a smile on my face.

I’d completed the Tongariro Crossing.

 And I’ll never look back.

Rotorua; Hot Springs & Māori Experiences

Alright folks, gather ’round.. I’ve got a story to tell.

Now everyone knows I’m always up for adventure.

This entire New Zealand trip has been fantastic and full of so many firsts for me.

And one of those firsts was pitching a broken tent in the rain and ending up having to sleep inside the car. 

 Yeah.

Rowena and I had to sleep inside the car last night because our tent was leaking so badly and falling down so much that it would have been impossible to sleep in. Sounds pretty bad, eh?

But actually it was pretty great.. We got some whiskey, popped up the laptop to watch a film and just told each other stupid stories all night. While eating an entire box of pizza crackers. We turned a bad scenario into a memorable night and honestly I’m quite glad it happened. It just added to the experiences of our trip together.

But anyway, moving on to what we actually did over the past two days.

We spent the last couple days in Rotorua, a town in New Zealand known for the hot springs under the ground and geysers everywhere. When we drove into the town, the smell of sulfur rotted our noses a bit but once we lost all sense of smell, it wasn’t so bad.. Just kidding, the smell never got better.

But that aside, it was so cool seeing something so beautiful and natural from the earth. There were literally little hot pools located in different places where you could dip your feet in for a bit. And the water was ridiculously hot. Hotter than a hot tub hot. 

 There were also geysers all around that you could just walk up to that were magnificent. 

    
 
Then, in the evening, we went to Te Puia, an indigenous Māori experience and got to see a traditional haka and poi – tribal dances of the Māori people. I was even pulled up on stage to dance the poi with the other women and as expected, I flailed around like an idiot not knowing what I was doing. We also saw a weapons display and basically the whole night was amazing. They cooked us traditional Māori dishes from within the heated ground called hangi and then took us to see the massive Pohutu geyser, the largest active geyser in the Southern Hemisphere. 

   
    
    
 
Gorgeous. Mesmerizing.

It was a wonderful two days in Rotorua.
 

Abseiling & Black Water Rafting in Waitomo Caves; A True Adventure

Ever wanted to rope down a 50 foot drop into a cave and then go black river rafting and rock climbing? Then Kiwi Cave Rafting in Waitomo Caves has got you covered because this is exactly what I did today and it was phenomenal.

 Rowena and I had discussed wanting to go caving in some aspect when she came across the Kiwi Cave Rafting company. They take you abseiling (the roping down into the cave that I just mentioned), exploring through the cave, black river rafting and rock climbing. 

 All day we got to feel like true cave explorers as our guide, Harriet, took us through the darkness.

It all began when we hopped into an old van, all our clothes and belongings in hand. Harriet told us the drive would be 15 minutes as we all piled in. Sat in the middle, Rowena and I prepared for our adventure into the cave.. A few minutes later we pulled up to a series of old sheds and were told to get out so that we could get our wetsuits and gear on.
Oh my goodness.

Those wetsuits are incredibly tight. Tight. So tight.

After wrestling those bad boys on, we put on our “sexy pants” – some old mismatching sweats that went over the wetsuit. Finally, the harnesses and helmets.

We were all ready to go. 

 We piled back into the van for another 5 minutes of driving to the mouth of the cave. Harriet told us we didn’t need our seat belts because we were wearing helmets so we’d be fine.

Apparently that was a joke.

Because sat in the very back and 30 seconds into the drive it started getting bumpy. And by bumpy, I mean that I think we were driving over the equivalent of walking on a Lego. We’d hit one bump and Rowena and I would go flying. Then, before we’d fully come back down into our seats, we’d hit another bump and go flying again. Good thing we were wearing those helmets because I bumped my head on the ceiling a good 12 times in those 5 minutes.

But anyway.

87 headaches and 5 minutes later, we got to the cave. Harriet went through the safety rules and taught us how to connect the rope to our harness to abseil. Earlier in the van, I’d made a joke about hoping I wasn’t going to die. Shouldn’t have said that because for the rest of the day, Harriet didn’t let me forget it. We get up to the bridge and I just so happen to be the first in line. Did I do that by accident? Nope. Although I was nervous and she thought I was terrified, I couldn’t wait to get to the crazy adventure part. 

 I step up to the ledge..

I bend my knees..

And fall.. 

 ..in a good way.

From the second my feet left the ground, I was dangling over 50 feet of jagged rocks.

It was exhilarating.

I begin to let myself down the rocks via the rope and couldn’t have felt more free.

That being said, Harriet was actually more in charge of the rope than I originally thought, so I guess I wasn’t as free as I felt BUT STILL.

Once at the bottom, I waded through the icy cold water to a ledge of rocks to sit on and wait. After everyone arrived, we got going. Harriet grabbed a bunch of tubes for us to float on and we waded further into the cave, tubes in hand. 

 A ways inside, we dropped the tubes and started walking uninhibited in the cave and were told to turn our lights off.

What we saw was mesmerizing. 

 Thousands of glow worms sparkled against the roof of the cave and glittered in the blackness.

It was beautiful.

Harriet let us sit in the darkness and stare while she told us about how glow worms are actually maggots in their first stage of life. Not as pretty as glow worms, but we’d all probably rather call them “glow worms” as opposed to “glow maggots.”

Seriously, it was such a spectacular view to behold. 

 After a few moments in the black, we got up and walked back to our tubes. Harriet had us all get ready and on the count of three, we were all going to fall into the tubes and float down the river.

1..

2..

3!

Splash! 

   
We were off.
The water was still incredibly icy but at this point it was a frosty refreshment.

We kept our lights off and floated under the glowing worm sky.

Then, once the water became shallow, we got out of our tubes and started exploring the cave. Harriet told us where to walk and then had us “squeeze” through tight spaces in the cave. By “tight,” I mean minuscule. 

   

 

 
 But it was so fun.. I just channeled all of the horror films I’ve seen set in caves and did what they did to escape whatever creepy creature was chasing them.

So basically I’m saying that I pretended I was being chased by mutant creeps in order to get through the tight spaces quickly. And I think I did quite well in regards to speed and technique. Because Harriet told me she liked my technique.

*cue the proud, blushing I-learned-this-from-horror-films smile*

After about 30 minutes of squeezing and exploring, we headed back to the mouth of the cave to get out. Only problem is, there aren’t steps. 

 So yeah, we climbed our way out of the cave.

Rock climbing.. My first time.. In a cave.. In the middle of New Zealand.

AWESOME.

Seeing as how I was first into the cave, naturally I wanted to be the last out.

I sat and watched everyone swiftly climb their way out, not being chased by mutants like I imagined I would be.

Finally, it was my turn.

I got up to harness myself to the rope and began to climb. Immediately I was off to a great start – none of those mutant creatures would be able to catch me. But then I got too cocky and going too fast because I missed a rock..

My foot slipped..

I fell.

Not in a good way.

Thank goodness there was (obviously) a safety harness that caught me, otherwise those evil imaginary cave monsters that were chasing me would have gotten me. So I would have died in that scary movie scenario. Such a disappointment.

Also, I was literally the only one who slipped and fell out of our entire group of 7 people.

So disappointed.

But! I immediately got myself straightened back up and finished up the climb without another mishap. I made it out of the cave alive!  

  It was such a marvelous experience. Seriously, I loved every second.

I’d definitely recommend this experience to anyone and everyone.

But the trip wasn’t over.

Kiwi Cave Rafting provided nice, hot showers for all of us after we got out and changed and then once we got back to the office, they even had piping hot cups of tomato soup and bread for us to chow down on while watching all of our photos on a slideshow together.

Obviously, I bought all of the photos and they’re the photos you see here now.

This adventure was so incredible and I hope to get to do it again one day.

And Kiwi Cave Rafting was an excellent company that provided all we needed and more. They were so kind and helpful and I’ll recommend them to anyone who ever needs an awesome cave exploration adventure in New Zealand.

Harriet was wonderful and so knowledgeable and I can’t say enough good things about her. 

 So, there you have it. An ultimate cave adventure.

And I didn’t even die. 

 

Hobbiton – The Shire

TODAY WAS THE BEST DAY EVER.

I WENT TO HOBBITON. 

 I SAW THE BEAUTIFUL SHIRE.

I WALKED THE PATHS OF BAG END. 

 I can’t believe that I was finally able to go.

I remember falling in love with Tolkien when I was just in middle school.

Now, here I am, years later and I saw where so many of the hobbit shenanigans were filmed.

I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE IT.

It was everything I dreamt it’d be..

We started out our day with arriving on the grounds for our tour. Upon arrival, we were whisked onto a big, green bus plastered with The Hobbit logo across the back.

Slowly, the driver pulled out onto the road that led us down to the completed set and we were immediately stopped by about a billion sheep that were crossing the road. Literally. It was pretty cool, actually. 

 After patiently waiting for the sheep to cross, we were finally off. The drive down to the set was only about 15 minutes and our driver was hilarious and full of film trivia. Great start to the tour.

Once we arrived to the set, we exited the bus and began the walking tour. Our tour guide had introduced herself on the bus as Rosie and immediately my first thought was, “Oh, that’s gotta be some sort of a fake name joke thing.. No way is that really her name.. ” But it turns out that it was aaaaaaand get this, another tour guide’s name there is Sam and he just so happens to be her roommate. WHAT. Already this tour was off to a magnificent start. 

 Anyway, we start walking through The Shire and instantly, I’m mesmerized. Okay, actually I’d been mesmerized since I’d gotten out of the car.. But anyway..

The entire area was gloriously beautiful. Each hobbit hole was so intricately decorated and built.. All of the trees were vibrant and green.. Even the paths to walk on were bright yellow and colorful. 

  I was completely taken aback by the intricacy of the entire place and by all of the strenuous work that each member of the crew put into making Hobbiton vibrantly come to life. For example, the tree that sits behind Bilbo’s house was originally found elsewhere and then cut into 25 different pieces and then put back together on set. And then, later on when they wanted to start filming The Hobbit, they wanted to use the same tree but it had previously died and they still wanted to use it, so they sewed 200,000 fake leaves onto it. The whole process took two years to complete.

WOW.

Dedication.

The whole of the set was just as detailed and meticulously perfected as that one tree. Such an astonishing thing to behold. Especially for a Tolkien lover such as myself.

 
Rosie let us meander as we pleased throughout the whole of the grounds (for the most part – some parts were roped off). Every so often, she’d pull us all back together to tell us more about filming and I learned so much that I hadn’t previously known but I’m still just so excited and over the moon right now that I can’t think of anything because my mind is a blur of colorful hobbit holes and bright pastures. 

  

At the end of the tour, we all met up at The Green Dragon, just like in the films and were given a complimentary ale/cider to gulp down like Pip and Merry (okay, maybe I was the only one gulping it down but that’s because I’m so dedicated that I actually forgot that I, in fact, am not Pippin or Merry.. ). 

 

     

 
At the end of the tour, there’s a cafe called The Shire’s Rest that has a gaggle of hobbit foods and snacks to gobble down if you so please. And of course I did. So get this, I actually ordered “second breakfast.” YES. It was literally an item on the menu.

SECOND BREAKFAST. 

 And I happily finished it all. Pip and Merry would be proud.

So, there you have it, today I became a hobbit. 
 My life is complete.

“Little by little, one travels far.”