Hongkonger tries life on a New Zealand farm as she swaps high fashion for the high country in a grown-up gap year
A Hongkonger ditches her office job, trades in her heels for a pair of wellies and puts in a tough but satisfying stint on a working farm in New Zealand
I am perched on the back of a Toyota Land Cruiser bouncing along narrow farm tracks that wind up to the Afton Saddle at Walter Peak Station. Also crammed into this tiny space at the back of the “ute” (Antipodean for a farm or utility truck) are 22 boisterous sheep dogs, several shepherd’s sticks, a spare tyre and a collection of tools for cutting and mending wire fences.
Growing up in Hong Kong, I thought I was used to feeling cramped. Evidently, it could have been worse.