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The many strange names of New Zealand: From Wet Jacket Arm to Hoon Hay, what's with our oddball place names? 8 Jan, 2021 04:00 PM 15 minutes to read The name Waikikamukau ("Why kick a moo cow") has become a running joke in New Zealand for any tiny, rural town. Photo / Herald graphic Karolin Potter doesn't laugh as much now when she takes the slow sweep south along Lyttelton Street before crossing the Heathcote River and leaving her home suburb of Spreydon for neighbouring Hoon Hay. She used to. "I'm not a Christchurch native, so when we moved here we thought it was absolutel...

BROOK SABIN/STUFF New Zealand's tiny towns are home to some of our best hidden gems, from an emerald lake, to cliffs that look like they're from the moon. New Year’s Day may seem like an odd time to put together a guide to New Zealand’s oldest towns. But with many of us either on holiday or planning one, we’re hoping it’ll come in handy. Not just for history buffs, our oldest settlements include a former booze and brothel mecca now doing a roaring trade in jet boat rides and island-hopping cruises, a smallholder farm service town turned wining, dining and shopping hub, and New Zeala...

Home is where the heartland is 30 Dec, 2020 12:02 PM 8 minutes to read Operating for thirty years, Franz Josef Glacier Guides allows visitors to access remote terrain that would normally only be accessible to experience mountaineers. Photo / Ngāi Tahu Tourism In four decades as a travel writer and several more years as a living, breathing, wandering Kiwi, I’ve seen just about every square inch of Aotearoa. But it’s only in the past few months I’ve encountered two special places for the first time. By Ewan McDonald They're at either end of the country – the impossibly beautiful w...

Connecticut’s Beardsley Zoo is maintaining winter cheer, in spite of 2020, with a...

Kiwi journalist Kim Vinnell, husband Sean, and dog Patch on their well travelled orange couch OPINION: From my apartment in Doha, to my home in Whanganui, there are 14,528 kilometres. It’s a long way, but it didn’t feel that far… until 2020. The year Coronavirus changed all our lives forever, and I found myself fighting with strangers on the internet, defending my kiwi-ness, my loyalty, my belonging. It didn’t, of course, start out that way. It started with a new job, in a new city, with a new husband. After meeting in Istanbul a few years ago, and eloping in New York, Sean and I pa...