After a four-hour flight and without realizing it, I have gone from having to bundle up with a jacket, hat, gloves, and good boots to step on the ice of the New Zealand glaciers, to being in the tropics with suffocating heat and beaches of pure white sand that invite you to swim. Or, at least, to lie down in the shade of a coconut tree.

Tras un vuelo de cuatro horas y sin apenas darme cuenta, he pasado de tener que abrigarme con un anorak, gorro y guantes, y calzarme buenas botas para pisar el hielo de los glaciares de Nueva Zelanda, a hallarme en pleno trópico con un calor sofocante y unas playas de arena impolutamente blanca que invitan al baño. O, al menos, a tumbarse a la sombra de algún cocotero.

Maru

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