I often get asked, "So what are you studying over there?" To which I respond, "ummm, well you see my brother graduated... and he planned this trip... and I'm tagging along... so yeah we are just gonna backpack and hang out and travel." Thats about the time when people look at me quizzically and with a newfound hatred.
Well we are tramping to be exact, as it is known in New Zealand: Traveling from hut to hut in the backcountry of a place on Earth that contains sun-drenched beaches with blue water, rugged ones pounded by the surf, wet and lush jungles, steep fiordlands dotted with waterfalls, and the Southern Alps complete with churning glaciers. Its a neat place to say the least. You know, not as cool as hanging out in Kansas or something like that, but I hear its right up there.
Dan Macfarland, my brother Jonathan Ball, and myself, Jackson, will be the attendees of said trip. The mischief makers. Shenaniganeers. Partners in crime if you will.
The other two are each 23, obviously putting their college degrees to good work, and me, the runt of the group, a measly 19 year old, well, I'm just putting off the whole college degree entirely. I am sure we will all turn out just fine.
So wish us luck people. I know I am going to need it for the 44 story bungy jump on the South Island.
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