Driving past the holiday park leaves me feeling fuzzy — numbed to my actions and what they symbolize. I’m driving to the Catlins and leaving Te Anau. My home for the past 4.5 months, Te Anau is a tiny, buzzing little place popular simply because it’s the closest town to the iconic Milford Sound. Jobs are plentiful with all the tourism pouring in, and I’d had as many as three simultaneously. My bright dreams of a working holiday had faded during the grind, and I felt lost.
What did I come here for again?
And now, I’m driving. I do so cautiously, still familiarizing myself with left-hand driving and the rules of the road… not to mention my new wheels. A 20+ year old Honda Integra purchased off a co-worker (thanks Kevin!), it now bears the moniker Namu (Sandfly) and will be my trusty steed for the next phase of my journey.