Our plane arrived late on Sunday night to a rainy and quite chilly Auckland. Lynne & Steve from Curl Magazine quickly whisked us away to their place at Whangaparoa. Catch ups and a Mexican feast under the full moon filled our bellies and ensured a good nights sleep.

The morning bought clear skies and we watched the sun rise over a beautiful calm bay. Not knowing exactly what we were in for, we found a card explaining the days events on the breakfast table - this is a mystery roadtrip after all, and each morning we're surprised with new instructions.

What better way to explore new Zealand's landscape than in a kombi? Ours is 52 years old and affectionately named Ernest Aristotle by the girls. So, we hit the road but had to detour into Auckland first to throw ourselves off a building - the tallest one in the Southern Hemisphere! We suited up and looked liked superheroes, but felt like damsels in distress! The ride in the elevator to the 53rd floor had a glass bottom and did nothing to calm our nerves. As we reached the top someone had just jumped and the noise from the pulley system was terrifying. It was hard to take in the amazing view of the city knowing we had to aim for the tiny red target way down below on the street. Although stepping off a ledge 192 metres above the city felt so unnatural and scary, the fall was unreal! We all wished it lasted longer than 11 seconds and wanted to race back to the top and do it again.

After high fives and celebratory hugs we met the team from the Billabong NZ office for a quick hello and Turkish tapas before we hit the road again...