Fly me from... New Zealand to Australia
From the green hills of the North Island to the wind-carved cliffs of Kangaroo Island, across the ochre heart of Australia, Weisse Voyages draws a sharp, elemental journey for those who travel without losing intensity, alone, as a couple, or with children. It begins in New Zealand with cliff-edge golf, primeval forests and Māori stories woven through the land. Then westward to continental Australia with dry valleys, sparse bush and sun-bleached parks. The road unfolds freely, guided by the wind, until the edge of the world on Kangaroo Island where the only rule is to breathe and let go together.
Where oceans meet the dust
From New Zealand’s emerald ridges to Australia’s rust-red earth, the journey unfolds like a long breath. Each stop is a pause, a moment to listen to the world in its raw form. Mornings stretch in a veil of mist and sharp light, evenings smell of wood smoke and salt. You cross valleys, change seas, and hear the whisper of the rocks. Here, space becomes a language of its own. Silence travels beside you.
Everything begins with a breath
We love the New Zealand & Australia for…
With a Māori guide, you walk through time. Each word bridges past and present, weaving the story of a land shaped by song, ritual, and colonisation.
At Kauri Cliffs, golf meets the void. Wind, sea and light draw the game’s rhythm. Every swing becomes a conversation with the horizon.
At Cape Kidnappers, cliffs turn into theatre. Thousands of birds dive in unison, a wild and hypnotic dance against the wind.
When night falls, Craggy Range glows softly. Glass in hand, conversation flows as freely as the wine. The air tastes of fire and soil.
In the Barossa Valley, dawn belongs to them. Their calm, their stillness, their gentle gaze remind you that here, you are the guest.
On Kangaroo Island, the shore breathes. Sea lions rest in the light, untouched by time. True luxury is this quiet moment.
Weisse’s selection
On the eastern coast of New Zealand’s North Island, Kauri Cliffs faces the Pacific in majestic silence. Morning light slides over twelve kilometres of private beach. Days unfold in helicopter flights over the Bay of Islands, the famous Hole in the Rock, the villages of Russell and Paihia, the sacred lands of Waitangi. Ride on horseback through pastures, fly-fish in remote rivers, or follow a guide through stories woven between Māori heritage and European roots. At sunset, walk to Pink Beach for a private barbecue by the sea. Here, nothing rushes. Elegance lies in quiet simplicity and the sound of the wind.
A change of scenery, same standard of grace. Here, the land collapses into the sea in dramatic cliffs, a natural stage for thousands of gannets. In the morning, climb aboard a quad bike and cross the hills, eyes fixed on the horizon. Stop for a picnic on the banks of the Tukituki River, accompanied by Hawke’s Bay wines and endless views. In the afternoon, wander through the farm: children feed the lambs while adults stroll through terraced gardens or try their hand at falconry. At golden hour, the sky shifts. From the terrace, glass in hand, you watch the stars appear before returning to the library, where the fire crackles softly and the chef works nearby, fish of the day, local oysters, smoked vegetables. A place where immersion and elegance flow naturally, without pretence.
Head west to the Barossa Valley. The rhythm slows, the light hardens. Here, the vines dictate time. Perched on a hillside, The Louise keeps quiet watch over the landscape, an intimate lodge crafted for those who love wine without ceremony. Mornings begin with sun salutations between the vine rows, yoga mats laid on cool soil. Breakfast unfolds alongside kangaroos crossing the fields at dawn. Then, cycle to nearby cellars: a stop at a local distiller, a private shiraz tasting, a few bottles tucked away before heading back. Afternoons linger in the spa with dry saunas and warm oil massages. The body softens, the mind follows. As evening arrives, return to the barn, raw wood, open fire, a dinner precisely composed by the chef.
Final chapter. Edge of the world, Kangaroo Island. Southern Ocean Lodge clings to the cliffs like a vessel ready to set sail. Arrival is by air, a low flight skimming the southern coast, the ocean stretching endlessly ahead. Days unfold in rhythm with nature: guided walks in Flinders Chase, nocturnal strolls among wallabies, encounters with sea lions, kangaroos and seabirds. Evenings bring freshly caught lobster served against the horizon. A retreat for those who know that true luxury is the world without noise.
The story
“At dawn at Kauri Cliffs, the light slides and silence answers.
At Cape Kidnappers, the gannets write the wind.
Barossa offers the calm gaze of the kangaroos.
On Kangaroo Island, the sea lions drift in sleep and everything falls into place.
To travel this way is to rediscover the ease of being in the world, simply.”
— Olivier Weisse
Localisation
Dreaming of a journey from New Zealand to Australia? With Weisse crafting every moment, the flights, the pauses, the quiet. All that’s left is to follow the light, listen to the wind, and let the wild beauty of the South Pacific carry you away. Ready to begin?