Brando Wildboy Yelavich stunned us all when he walked the coast of New Zealand over 600 days. But he left out the hardest bit Stewart Island.
A journey of epic highs and gutting lows, his 31 days amid some of the most brutal and unforgiving parts of our wild country could have gone so wrong and very nearly did.
Part adventure tale of grit and determination, part practical survival guide, this inspirational story of self-discovery is the perfect read for any armchair adrenaline junky.
Prologue
Day 17
26.11.16
Tin Range, Stewart Island
As the day wore on, the wind continued to pick up and the rain became more frequent. The higher I climbed, the colder I got. My lack of food meant I became cold quickly way quicker than normal.
I CARRIED ON UP towards the top of the range. It was pretty flat up there but it was completely exposed. The rain had stopped but the wind was still getting worse.
It was hard to try to stay upright walking through the knee-high scrub. One gust was so strong that it blew me off my feet. To make matters worse, I was up so high that I could see a storm coming. Id have no real way of sheltering from it. All I could do was keep moving.
Twenty minutes later, I was walking along the ridge. The only positive thing about the wind was that it had dried my clothes. Thats when the rain, hail and snow started falling and it wasnt just falling, it was being forced out of the skies by the gnarly wind. It was coming at me sideways. And I was cold. Really cold.
I had never been in a situation like this before. I was soaked. All my gear was freezing and my hands well, they didnt even work.
At about two oclock I found a little patch of low bush and sat down next to it. I huddled in a ball. Thats when it dawned on me that something was really wrong.
I thought to myself, This is kind of weird. Why am I not still walking and keeping warm? I knew there was something wrong from the fact I was sitting in a bush but I couldnt work out what it was. Then I clicked. It was like Woah! Im really, really cold! I was so cold that Id even stopped shivering.
I was on the brink of being so cold that I wasnt feeling cold anymore. In a detached way, I realised that I had hypothermia and that I needed to do something, right now. If I didnt, I was going to die.
Chapter One
LIFE AFTER NEW ZEALAND
My name is Brando Yelavich, and you may have heard of me. Or maybe not. Sometimes I go by the name of Wildboy. Im that crazy kid who decided the best way to sort out his life was by walking around New Zealand. Alone. See what I mean by crazy?
I WAS BROUGHT UP on Aucklands North Shore. I really struggled with school, and being diagnosed with ADHD and dyslexia didnt help. Conventional schooling was a huge challenge for me, then my dream of one day joining the army was destroyed due to my learning difficulties. By the time I was in my late teens I was on a roller-coaster ride that was going nowhere good fast. I felt lost and angry. My relationships with my family, friends and community were at breaking point. I couldnt see any sort of future for myself, so I escaped into drinking and drugs.
It wasnt quite this simple, but basically one day I woke up and decided that I was going to walk around the coast of New Zealand. Having ADHD means that once I set my mind on something, theres no getting away from it. I was completely unprepared for a challenge like this: I had no money, virtually no gear and I figured it would take me about six months. No one believed I could do it and, to be honest, Im not sure I really thought I could either. None of that stopped me from setting off from Cape Reinga on 1 February 2013 with a 50-kilogram pack on my back and not much idea about what lay ahead. I was 19 years old and I had nothing better to do than walk so walk I did.
Over the next 600 days see, I underestimated the time a little bit I met the most amazing people, got chased by a few wild dogs, ate a lot of delicious food (and some not-that-delicious food), paddled around the Marlborough Sounds, rafted down rivers, and walked over 8000 kilometres around the coast of this country to land me back where I had started at Cape Reinga on 23 August 2014.
The journey changed me. I overcame near-death situations, incredible loneliness and enormous physical and logistical obstacles. My emotions ran wild, but I had forged a new future for myself. I came back with a completely altered view of the world and my place in it. My relationship with my family had mended and I had met my own Wildgirl, Ngaio, while I was walking around the Coromandel coast. I could finally see a future for myself where before I had none.
HOWEVER, AFTER FINISHING THE round New Zealand trip, it took a lot for me to adjust back to real life. I was so used to just getting up and walking every day that I didnt really know how to do anything else. I went back to Auckland and lived with my family while I tried to work out what I was going to do next.
After a few months of going to the Coromandel to see Ngaio whenever I could, I moved down there to be with her that summer. Things went well for a while. I got my truck licence and worked for Ngaios dad doing deliveries for his plant nursery. I loved it because every day was different a bit like being out walking.