Over the last decade or so, New Zealand’s fantasy landscapes have been transformed by twin aristocratic American obsessions: golf and doomsday.
Billionaires and tech oligarchs, half aware of the social destruction their own companies have wrought, bought up tracts of Middle Earth-like terrain to build bug-out bunkers far from potential conflict zones.
At the same time, New Zealand was attracting a fresh generation of wealthy golf fanatics. They saw those same dramatic ocean cliffsides and rugged turf and instead of thinking about the end of the world, told their caddies to pass the mashie.
Exclusive new clubs opened — and then kept opening. New…
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