Tramping in Tongariro National Park

From Waitomo, we hopped back onto the daily InterCity bus, which took us south through beautiful countryside and small towns that looked like they were straight out of an NZ version of a Western.

Our bus left us within reach of Tongariro National Park in a village rather vaguely named ‘National Park’ and we settled into our accommodation, a simple cabin that had everything we needed except one glaring omission: firewood. We could have purchased some ourselves, but we were far too stubborn so we spent our remaining budget on a bottle of red wine and kept warm that way instead! In any case, having a volcano at the end of the road more than made up for our slightly chilly accommodation.

The following morning, we caught the 8am shuttle into the park ready for our day’s tramping (NZ lingo for hiking). We were a bit apprehensive as we had a 17.6 km hike ahead and the afternoon forecast was looking a little soggy, but for now the weather was utterly stunning. As we sped along the road on the approach to the National Park, with volcanos looming and the sun shining, it suddenly hit me that NOW we were in NZ! We’d been in the country for nearly a week already, but as much as Auckland and Waitomo had been a great start, they didn’t quite have the big-sky, outdoorsy vibe that I’d dreamed of before coming here. This was why we’d come, and we were feeling pretty excited to be here.

The park’s most famous hike is the Tongariro Alpine Crossing, a demanding day hike that ascends to a saddle between Mount Tongariro and Mount Ngauruhoe, passes two craters and several emerald crater lakes before descending again. We wanted to hike this, but we’d read enough warnings about the need for alpine experience and ice equipment at this time of year that we decided we’d best play it safe. Instead, we chose the Tama Lakes hike, which was only a little shorter but had 340 m elevation gain compared to the Crossing’s 1,196 m elevation gain. This turned out to be a great choice – we met very few people (whereas apparently the Crossing has up to 3,000 people per day!) and saw some spectacular scenery in exchange for relatively little climbing.

We began the hike in alpine woodland on a path running next to a river and before long reached a pretty waterfall where we had the first of our snacks.

Then we began our ascent, when the views really opened up and we had views of all three active volcanos that sit within the park. At times, the open heathland reminded us of Scotland (apart from that the sun was shining, obviously!). We’d read online that this was an ‘advanced’ route, but the paths were incredibly well-maintained, so progress was much easier than we were expecting. Then again, conditions are everything, and we were fortunate to have sunshine and blue skies.

After a couple of hours, we reached Lower Tama lake, which sits in an old explosion crater from the nearby volancos.

We’d provisionally planned to turn around here, but we knew that another 30 minutes’ climbing would bring us to Upper Tama lake and we just couldn’t resist. It was definitely worth the climb and it gave us a bit of ‘proper’ walking off the manicured footpaths and boardwalks on some loose scree and an exposed ridge.

The view at the top was spectacular and we settled down to eat our packed lunches, feeling very pleased with ourselves and life in general (if a little windswept).

We made good time on our return journey and after just four hours’ walking (six hours overall – we did have one or two snack breaks!) we made it back to our starting point. We couldn’t find anywhere to buy a victory drink so we headed to the National Park visitor centre in the hope that it would occupy us for the two hours until we were due to catch our return shuttle. It was actually fantastically engaging with lots of exhibits on seismic activity in the region, local flora and fauna, and more. But best of all, we discovered that there was a theatre with dangerously comfortable seats showing a (long) documentary about volcanos. So, nothing against the documentary, but I’m pretty sure we all had a bit of a nap while we were there. We did wonder how often the staff have to come and empty the theatre of tired hikers!

That evening, Mario insisted we just had to join him outside for a few minutes where he’d been stargazing (and fending off curious dogs, apparently). We’d just got cosy inside, but we’re glad he insisted as the sky was very dark and the stars were spectacular. From our position in the southern hemisphere, we could see the Milky Way stretching across the sky, as well as the Magellanic Clouds, two other galaxies that are only visible from south of the equator. It was pretty cool – and very handy to have an Astrophysicist on hand to give us a tour!

Thanks Mario for this (and lots of other) photos in this post!

The next morning, we checked out of our little cabin with plans to sit in a local restaurant, slowly ordering coffees, lunch and more coffees until it was time for our afternoon train. However, we soon realised the flaw in this plan as there were only two local restaurants and neither opened for lunch! Thankfully, the sun was shining so we picked up some food from the only shop (which also served as a petrol station, souvenir shop, local meeting point…) and sat outside to eat. In a good indication of how much NZ likes coffee, there may not have been any restaurants or cafes, but there was a van serving excellent coffee. We’d just bought a pack of Tim Tams in the shop, so when combined with the coffee there was really only one option…our first Tim Tam Slam!

  1. Bite off opposite ends of the Tim Tam
  2. Dunk it in the coffee (or hot chocolate) as if it were a straw and slurp enthusiastically
  3. Slam it into your mouth and enjoy the coffee, biscuit and melted chocolate medley. The trick is to eat the biscuit as soon as the coffee reaches your mouth, as you have just seconds before the Tim Tam self-destructs

We thought that this was just an NZ rite of passage that we had to try (even though confusingly, Tim Tams are actually Australian), but we had no idea the combo would be SO delicious! I’m sure the sunshine and volcano view helped too, so just to be thorough, we’ve repeated it several times since (with tea, hot water and we’ve even considered mulled wine) and haven’t yet been disappointed. For anyone that wants to eat along at home (highly recommended), we think the nearest UK alternative to a Tim Tam would be a Penguin bar.

This culinary triumph concluded our time in Tongariro National Park. Next time, we head to New Zealand’s capital, Wellington, for coffee, craft beer and cable cars.

Our first taste of New Zealand in Auckland

We reunited with Mario over an eggs and sourdough brunch at a cafe on the famous Karangahape Road near our apartment. The food was a massive departure from what we’ve been eating over the past few months but it made us really excited – we’d read that NZ had great food and this was a strong start! You’ll just have to imagine that our plates are full in the picture below because we demolished them way too quickly for a photo.

Anyway, now seems like a good time to introduce Mario, one of Oli’s good friends and old colleagues who has used his (self-imposed) annual allowance of one long haul flight to join us for a month’s travel around NZ. He is into sustainable energy, low carbon travel, cats, hiking, and loves a good train or two, so he fits right in! While living in Berlin, he’s been working on a Restaurant World Tour, eating along with our travels at restaurants that serve the national cuisines of countries we’ve passed through on our trip – dedication!

We began our time together in Auckland with a walking tour to get a feel for the city, and found it to be full of handsome buildings, parks, and charming shopping arcades. Our walk ended at Viaduct Harbour, where a well-timed downpour gave us the perfect excuse to sample our first NZ wine and craft beers.

We then watched the sunset from the top of Auckland Domain, a large park that wraps around Pukekawa, an ancient volcano in the centre of the city.

The next morning, we caught the bus to Cornwall Park and climbed the 186-metre volcanic cone of One Tree Hill (which, contrary to popular belief, has more than one tree at the top – at least until 2026, when the last tree standing is due to be crowned in what the Lonely Planet describes as an “arboreal version of the X-Factor”). After a beautiful start to the day, it had clouded over by the time we reached the summit, but we still had a great view over the city and the sea on both sides. Being New Zealand, as well as standing on a volcano, we could also see several more on the horizon – after all, Auckland is built on 53 of them, not all extinct!

Our next stop was lunch, and we headed to the hipster enclave of Ponsonby, which was full of cafes, arty boutiques and beautiful people. It was also home to the Ponsonby Food Court, which I’d heard about on a podcast and was excited to visit. Unsurprisingly, we already miss Southeast Asian food, so we gravitated towards Thai (Oli and Mario) and Vietnamese food (me) for lunch.

Our guidebook also suggested that Ponsonby was a good place to get a feel for the city outside the commercial centre and to see some of the Victorian and Edwardian villas in the area. So, in a thinly veiled attempt at cat spotting, we set off for a wander. The villas were really beautiful and ornate wooden affairs and the area looked like a thoroughly nice place to live. More importantly, though, it didn’t take long before Mario spotted NZ cat number one behind a picket fence, although the cat seemed less pleased to see us peering over at him than we were to see him!

When the heavens opened, we headed for Auckland’s Museum of Transport and Technology. It soon became apparent that this was mostly aimed at children (particularly being the Easter holidays), but there was enough geeky stuff there split over two sites to keep us occupied for some time.

My favourite exhibit at the first site was this VW Beetle (below). At first glance, it might look unremarkable, but it had been on a grand adventure – twice! In 1961, Ivan and Beth Hodge drove it from where they were living in London to their home country of New Zealand on their honeymoon, crossing the USSR and the Middle East to India, where they took a container ship home to New Zealand. In 1996, they celebrated their 35th wedding anniversary by doing it all over again! It sounded like an absolutely epic adventure.

When it was time to travel between the two museum sites, we hopped on a heritage tram to make the 2 km journey. Here, surrounded by children on their Easter holidays, Oli and Mario tried (and failed) to play it cool at the prospect of riding on one of their favourite modes of transport.

At the second site was the aviation hall, where we saw a wide range of military aircraft, flying boats, and civilian aircraft. While I always love a flying boat (second photo), I think my favourite exhibit was the Lockheed 10A Electra (third photo). Not only did it have a very snazzy paintjob, it was also the first aircraft to run regular domestic services in New Zealand, during which time it was a handy timekeeper for farm workers under the flight path near Auckland: when it passed overhead at midday they knew it was time for lunch, and the returning flight from Wellington signalled time for afternoon milking!

This concluded our brief first visit to Auckland (we’ll be back at the end of May, when we’re due to fly to the United States). We liked the city a lot, but it felt very strange to be somewhere so far from home but so familiar – perhaps a little too comfortable? But anyway, we didn’t travel to New Zealand for its largest city, so we were soon on our way to visit some creatures far more elusive at home: the glowworms of Waitomo Caves!

Celebrating the finale of our Southeast Asian leg in Singapore

Admittedly, it wasn’t exactly the smoothest entry to a country we’ve ever had…

We’d forgotten to fill out our online entry card before we reached the border, which meant we had to queue up twice at immigration. By the looks of it, almost everyone else had forgotten too, but unfortunately it slowed us down enough that our international coach from Kuala Lumpur left us behind at the border. Whoops! We managed to negotiate our way onto another bus with the last of our Malaysian Ringgit and eventually made it into the city, where things looked up considerably.

Our view of a temple, shophouses and high-rise from our hotel window in Little India

It was about 4pm by this time and we were ravenous. While carrying our backpacks through the maze of roads in Little India, we stopped for a bite to eat and couldn’t quite believe we’d stumbled upon exactly the same chapati restaurant where we ate on our first visit together in 2015 (on our honeymoon). Clearly, our tastes haven’t changed much! Almost certainly, it was the same lovely ‘uncle’ serving us, but looking even more wizened for the intervening years. He was incredibly kind and put a smile on our faces after a bit of a difficult day. We ordered chapatis, channa masala and mutton keema and demolished it in minutes. We forgot to take a photo of the food, so instead have one of Oli eating the same thing in 2015 (below; second photo), looking very young and rather overheated!

The next morning, we headed straight out to get a kaya toast set for breakfast, which included two rounds of thin toast sandwiching a generous dollop of kaya (coconut) jam and thick wedges of salted butter, accompanied by two soft boiled eggs for dipping. We’d been excited about this ever since we first tried kaya toast in Jeju and realised that it was actually a Singaporean dish. The eggs elevated the dish to a whole other level – definitely a top tier breakfast option. I’ve already been searching for where we’ll be able to find it in London!

Kaya toast. Tastes spectacular, looks…not so good!

Our next stop was Toa Payoh, which was well outside the city centre but somewhere we’d read was a lively neighbourhood and good for wandering. After what ended up being a comically long time lost in the bus station, we eventually broke free and had a good poke around the local area.

As well as seeing a refreshingly local hawker centre, a shrine to an ancient tree, a park with cute turtles swimming in the pond and a landmark watchtower from the 1970s, we also learnt that Toa Payoh was the site of the first public housing built in the city in the 1960s. There was even a heritage walking tour devoted to it. Now, we’re both firmly of the belief that anything can become interesting if you learn enough about it, but I have to say that this was an outstandingly unengaging walking tour! So, we didn’t complete the whole tour, but we did visit block 53, which became known as the VIP block because so many Prime Ministers, Presidents and Royalty (including the Queen!) were brought to see it when it was first built. We also saw a couple of cats (which were thin on the ground in Singapore), so it wasn’t a wasted journey in the slightest.

Block 53

We ended the day at the spectacular Gardens by the Bay, where we ate satay sticks and drank beer in the hawker centre, replicating another visit from our honeymoon. Apparently we’ve got a lot more sensible over the years, because the beer was served in much smaller volumes in 2023 (left) than in 2015 (right)!

Finally, we sat on the grass to watch the nightly light show at the Supertrees. This was pretty impressive and, most important, totally free!

We began the next day with a walk around Robertson Quay, one of Singapore’s three quays (and definitely the one with the best name). There were lots of appealing restaurants and wine bars here and we could see that it was about to start pouring with rain, so we did the sensible thing and carried on walking until we got caught in a big downpour!

We hopped on a bus and headed to Chinatown with plans to visit a hawker centre for a late lunch, but it was raining so hard that we had to take shelter. While Oli was scrolling around on Google Maps looking for something to lift our spirits, he came across the perfect entry: Temple Cats! Just across from where we were sheltering was a temple with two resident cats, who had been given glowing five-star reviews from people presumably about as mad as us. Highlights included, “Dignified eyebrows 5/5” and someone who had helpfully reported that no reservations were required. Now this was something for which it was worth braving the rain! We headed straight over and made friends with one of the cats (unfortunately the other was nowhere to be found – and we searched the area thoroughly).

By the time we were finished hanging out with our new friend, the rain had stopped, so we headed over to the Maxwell Food Centre and joined a very long queue that stretched right out of the building for the famous Hainanese Chicken Rice that is churned out from a small stall here. We’d read that this poached chicken dish was very beige but much tastier than it looked, and as it’s a defining dish of Singapore we just had to try it while we were in town. It was tender and delicious, with a mild, salty and garlicky gravy, masterfully-prepared rice and a citrussy chilli sauce: definitely more than the sum of its parts.

Next, we took a brief wander around Orchard Road, the commercial centre of Singapore. This is where we stayed last time and it has such a different feel to the rest of the city – the slick shopping malls and high-rise hotels are a stark contrast to the restored shophouses of Little India, where we based ourselves this time.

Orchard Road


For our final Southeast Asian meal, we just had to make the most of staying in Little India by eating some more Indian food. Singapore has a similarly stunning culinary mix to Malaysia, with regional specialities well represented, and we headed for a South Indian vegetarian restaurant. We were actually aiming for the one next door, but MTR Singapore had such a long queue down the street that we couldn’t resist seeing what the fuss was about. We like to imagine that we’re pretty knowledgeable about Indian cuisine, but this restaurant put us firmly in our place – we recognised barely anything on the menu! It was a pretty high-pressure ordering process as we only saw a copy of the menu as we reached the front of the queue and then had to order immediately at the counter, but thankfully we had input from the waiter and fellow customers in the queue and they made great recommendations!

We had further input when we reached our shared table, as our neighbours insisted that the food would taste better eaten with our hands. I’m all for this where possible, but some of the things our queue friends had ordered on our behalf were really quite messy and we simply don’t have the skills to eat tidily without cutlery. Anyway, we couldn’t really refuse while they were keeping a close eye on us, so please spare a thought for my fingernails, which will now be turmeric-stained for the foreseeable future!

Our top pick was the pudi masala dosa (in the forefront of the photo below), which was totally unlike any dosa we’ve eaten in the past. It was spongy on top (a bit like a crumpet), crispy and fried underneath, and topped with a fiery dry spice mix and a ball of waxy, delicately spiced potato. Super satisfying!

Food aside, I think we actually spent most of our time in Singapore scrubbing our walking boots. This probably sounds like quite a strange way to spend our time in one of the most exciting cities in the world, but suitably chastened after our mishap entering Singapore (we’re normally SO organised with this kind of thing!), I reread the New Zealand travel advice and realised just how seriously we needed to take their biosecurity policies. So, we set about doing the best we could to scrub off eight months of mud from all across Europe and Asia using a toothbrush, a showerhead and lots of splashing, and then hoped for the best.

New Zealand, here we come (with squeaky clean boots)! 🇳🇿

The Marina Bay Sands Hotel (left): the site of the final Race Across the World checkpoint. It may have taken us a meandering 247 days compared to their 50 days to travel from London to here, but we made it!