The unknown is a beautiful thing. It embodies all the exciting things in life: surprise, adventure, risks, rewards and sometimes ghosts and sharks too. Mum’s always stressed the importance of “going someplace new every year” a slogan she probably saw on a Flight Centre ad but I totally back the statement. It’s good for the soul to see new places and try new things. Norfolk Island doesn’t exactly spring to mind when you think of an intrepid excursion to foreign soil, where top-knotted Euro dudes strum their missing-string, surf-stickered acoustic guitars and faux-Rolex selling groms block yet another flawless sunset. Norfolk ain’t no Indonesia or Sri Lanka, nor does it try to copy its Pacific Island brothers, Fiji and Samoa. Located a short flight north of Auckland and only a mere 8 kilometres by 5 kilometres in size, with its tiny population of approximately 1400 permanent residents. We would soon find out this dark horse island is unlike any place we had ever been before.
