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I am from Aotearoa, New Zealand.

We do have the odd missing person or scary case, but it's otherwise safe here, and not much happens.

I mean that in a way, that as a 19-year-old girl I feel comfortable

to walk the streets at night or go on hikes alone, because it is pretty safe and everyone

looks out for one another, generally. This happened in the summer of 2019. My boyfriend

and I were headed out on a picnic date to a spot we had visited before plenty

of times.

Karakuriki Track.

It's at the end of a very long windy rural farm road off the state highway, so you drive

for like 15 to 20 minutes from the main road down a long farm stretch, and at the end

is a large cul-de-sac and the surrounding massive farm. The owners of the farm have left the

land kind of open to the public as a reserve, because there are native trees and other things,

because about a 15-minute walk from the cul-de-sac, car park, there is a small

waterfall you can swim in.

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