2025The 40-Second Proposal
A heli, a ridge, a violinist flown in from Wellington, and a 40-second weather window. She said yes. We exhaled.
We're nine people in Queenstown who plan private journeys for a living. Ten years in, we still get a kick out of the part where a guest goes quiet because the plan actually worked.
Blisssola began in 2016 when two guides — one alpine, one marine — got tired of watching visitors get the conveyor-belt version of their backyard. The first trips were scrappy: borrowed gear, hand-drawn maps, dinners cooked on whatever stove was around. Guests kept coming back anyway. Turns out people don't remember thread counts — they remember who made the day happen.
We've grown up since then. The gear is better, the roster is real, and the itineraries come with actual budgets. The rule that built the company hasn't moved, though: if we wouldn't send our own family on it, we don't sell it.
First paying guests: a honeymoon couple from Oslo. We still have the thank-you card.
First private lodges signed. The "family test" becomes official policy.
Two quiet years, one decision: come back smaller and better, not bigger. The nine-planner cap dates from here.

Rotorua and Bay of Islands join the map. First full two-island builds delivered.
214 expeditions in the books, a 96% return rate, and a waiting list for winter we're honestly proud of.
A good trip isn't a list of things you saw. It's a handful of moments you'd struggle to explain to anyone who wasn't there.
Five regions we know intimately beats thirty we Googled. Every route on this site has been walked, driven or sailed by the person selling it.
If a famous stop isn't worth your Tuesday, we say so. If the cheap option is better, we book the cheap option.
Thread counts are nice. A beach only your boat can reach is better. We spend our energy on the second kind.
We work with land that belongs to someone and cultures that aren't ours. Permission, respect and a fair cut aren't optional extras.

Somewhere above Glenorchy, day four. Photo by a guest who asked to stay anonymous.
The faces below are the ones who answer when you call. (The dog answers to nobody.)

Ex-ski patroller. Has opinions about crampons and isn't shy about them.

Master mariner, 22 years in the Sounds. Reads weather like other people read email.

Our bridge to manawhenua. If a place welcomes you, it's because Te made sure it should.

Two-hat kitchen alumni who chose campfires over pass kitchens. Nobody argues.

Owns every client file. Can rebuild an itinerary mid-flight, has done so twice.

Keeps the boats floating, the helis booked and the Land Cruisers where they should be.

First voice you'll hear. Remembers your coffee order from a call two years ago.

Border collie, nine years old, zero emails answered. Excellent at boat days.
2025A heli, a ridge, a violinist flown in from Wellington, and a 40-second weather window. She said yes. We exhaled.
2025Fourteen family members, ages 4 to 81, one high-country station for a week. Parallel programmes for every generation, one long table for all.
2024A six-person film crew, eleven days inside Fiordland, full production support on water. Footage aired on three continents; we're in the credits.
Or see what we've already drawn up on the journeys page.