Just came across a wonderful tribute to the adventure that is the Te Araroa trail — one we thought deserves some more sharing: https://t.co/yg9EojwRbw . Oh the memories! #teararoa
... food (for the trail as well as eating out — burgers, fish’n chips, pizza), and replacement gear. Thruhiking New Zealand is surprisingly affordable in no small part due to the extensive DOC hut system. We suspect our remaining weeks in NZ will turn out somewhat pricier. 🤷🏻♂️
How much did we spend in the end? On the trail roughly NZ$ 1500/month per person. This includes accommodation (huts, campsites, etc. We often went for a private hostel room when in town. The luxury!), transportation (buses, ferries), ...
Finally, the tent is leaking in places, and one of its structural poles is broken. Glue/tape fixes only go that far. But otherwise, everything remains functional; and even presentable.
How did our gear hold up? We each went through 3 pairs of shoes as well as 2 and 4 pairs of socks. Our lone t-shirts are worn through on the shoulders (resulting in wonderfully tanned patches on the skin underneath). Temper’s rain jacket dissolves from the inside.
Would we bring anything different on a similar thruhike? In general we remain very happy with our gear list. Temper bought a pair of merino longjohns and a synthetic long-sleeve as he was occasionally running cold. The next rain jacket will be slightly more durable (and heavier).
Did we ever think of quitting? Occasionally. Who doesn’t? Two cases stand out: Finicky’s fully blistered heels on 90-Mile Beach (after day 3), and Temper’s general feeling of having walked enough (a.k.a. the Forest Gump moment) around Arthur’s Pass, after ca. 2200km.
Would we do it again? That’s a difficult one. Probably not; but neither any other multi-month hike. It was just too long. Otoh, we are also incredibly happy and pleased that we completed the trail from start to end. And we’ll def. continue hiking at a smaller scale in the future.
What were our most memorable experiences? Bay of Islands, Tongariro Crossing, the view from Waiau Pass onto Lake Constance, and the descent from Stag Saddle along the ridge down to Tekapo. All truly memorable!
In any case, the density and amplitude of experiences far surpassed those of our sheltered urban life. And most of them already fade into a hazy, satisfying whole.
So how was it? In retrospect: amazing!? In particular a deep feeling of contentment (momentarily throughout, and then continuously on the days before and after we completed the track). While walking through the mud, up steep inclines, or in torrential rain: not so much.