People ask me, why on earth do you want to go to New Zealand?
Again, when you could go to America and Disneyland or Bali and the beaches? How can you stand that boring place, where all around you, it's just mountains and trees and rivers, and mountains and trees and rivers all over again.
That's the main thing. I love New Zealand because of the mountains and trees and rivers. I don't care that there are 97 million sheep and 4 million people.
Maybe once you're there, you'll feel it. It's undescribable. The fresh pine scented air, the crimson sunset at nine thirty. The infallible mountains and the lush green trees.
It's somewhere where you can forget about the stupid trivial things, that seem so important in life; the newest Roxy bag, the cheapest CD sale, the nicest Porsche.
Once you get there, you feel totally cut off from the world. All you notice, are the mountains and the forests and lakes. All you notice, are the abundance of wildlife around you, the crisp cool air of the dawn on your cheek. The beauty of the places untainted by the reaches of Man, unspoiled and pure.
New Zealand changes you. Once you get there, you can finally feel that sense of quietness you'll never be able to feel here in bustling Singapore. It's just you and the beautiful miracles of nature, and nothing else.