Seven years ago, I arrived in Auckland armed with the greatest purchase of my adult life: a working holiday visa for New Zealand, Aotearoa in the native Māori language. Years later, I am a keen advocate for working holiday visas, whether that’s for New Zealand or any other country offering the scheme.
When weighing up my options, New Zealand stood out to me firstly for the landscapes. I’ve lost count of how many copies of Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings I’ve clawed my way through, and the hours I’ve dedicated to Peter Jackson’s film series. New Zealand also appealed to me for its compact size: despite its staggering geographical diversity, the country is only a fraction larger than the United Kingdom, which means getting around isn’t as logistically overwhelming as, say, Australia, which also offers a popular working holiday visa.






