the onuku farm hostel is my favorite place that we stayed at.
it felt like a unique intersection of different places:
remote rolling green hills with grazing sheep,
tropical flowers and bushes, polynesian seas,
near the french town of akaroa.

i could not get over this darling kitchen.

new zealand wood pigeon

hostel lobby run by a middle eastern looking british boy named anthony.

carved maori mask with inlaid shell eyes.

then for the first time in a week, i had some alone time.
i went for a walk in the hills behind the hostel..
it was the most peaceful hour of my life.