Good evening, I have bad news I am in Jail - again!
Apologies for the long delaying in writing this blog but as you will read I've been quite busy recently. I managed to get to Christchurch by bus but got no further!
I arrived back at Jailhouse Accommodation I settled back into life in Christchurch.
During the few days in Jail I found out the hostel needed a new Night Manager as the existing person had to leave suddenly. I was interested in the role and so threw my name into the hat for the job.
I spoke to the management team and started a trial. The trial period involved a few hard days cleaning and learning about the Jailhouse. Once this had been completed I then shadowed the reception team for around 7 days to learn the ropes before taking over my first night shift alone.
The role is working 5 nights a week in exchange for a private room. Working hours are 18:00 - 22:00 and 08:00 - 09:00 while being on call between 22:00 - 08:00.
I have agreed to stay here for a few months and so expect to be in Christchurch til at least July 2008. This means that my overall plans have changed a little with my departure to Australia and the Pacific Islands being delayed slightly.
As I am staying for a few months I took the decision to apply for a Working Holiday Visa to allow me to get a part time job (during the day) to earn some pocket money. This sounds simple enough but as I'm already in NZ it is a complex task. I've had to pay for the visa application and have a thorough medical check (costing £140) before the application can be approved. I'm still waiting and expect that the decision may take around another 2-3 weeks. I have applied for a IRD number and opened a NZ bank account - so I've been quite busy really!
The hostel staff is a real international mix with many European nations represented. There is a good atmosphere and always something to do. I went to see a Super 14's Rugby Match as the Canterbury Crusaders were playing at home. The match was very entertaining if not a little one sided.
I have enjoyed going to see Jack Johnson in concert, his voice was amazing and much better live than on a CD. I have been to the beach, spent a lot of time in the beautiful botanic gardens and been running regularly round the parks.
The hostel has good Internet, free DVD's, Sky TV (plenty of British sport being watched!) and even a Cinema room, so little chance of getting bored. The facilities combined with the constantly changing guests makes for a fun and interesting time.
My blogs may now become slightly less interesting (as if they could!) but I will aim to write every couple of weeks to update you with the latest goings on and job update.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Friday, March 14, 2008
Hunting invisible Geese
Hello Ladies and Gents,
Since I last wrote I have enjoyed a weekend out in the wilds of central NZ hunting invisible Canadian geese and have left Birchmore Farm.
The hunting weekend was really interesting and made all the better by going with a good group of guys.
We had many meetings (at the Irish Bar) in preparation for the big event. I had to complete a large amount of shopping, begging and borrowing to obtain all the equipment that I needed to go.
Hunting is very serious out here and all the guys had professional gear and an assortment of weapons. Rations were vital and so a great deal of unhealthy food and alcohol were taken and consumed.
We left on Friday morning, before sunrise, and joined a convoy heading south to the entrance to the private Clarence reserve (largest farm in NZ) where we were hunting. En route to the reserve we enjoyed our final taste of civilisation - a breakfast pie by the side of the road in Kaikora.
Transport from the entrance of the reserve to our are was difficult as 4x4's with trailers could not get through. Therefore the six guys (including me) that went had 3 4x4 vehicles and 3 quad bikes. I was then made aware that I would need to ride one of the quads the 40km off road to where our hut was.
Having not ridden a quad since I was 12, this was a bit of a challenge. The terrain was tough with steep inclines and sheer drops off either side of the narrow rock/mud tracks. However the views and mountain landscape was stunning and we soon dropped down from the heights into the river valley. This then led to numerous river crossings which led to very wet feet, even through the gators. Along the way if an animal was spotted we stopped and hunted; quails and rabbits were shot and we then continued with our slow progress.
On arrival at the first hut, a wardens hut, we opened a celebratory beer and toasted the moment in the warm morning sun.
Since I last wrote I have enjoyed a weekend out in the wilds of central NZ hunting invisible Canadian geese and have left Birchmore Farm.
The hunting weekend was really interesting and made all the better by going with a good group of guys.
We had many meetings (at the Irish Bar) in preparation for the big event. I had to complete a large amount of shopping, begging and borrowing to obtain all the equipment that I needed to go.
Hunting is very serious out here and all the guys had professional gear and an assortment of weapons. Rations were vital and so a great deal of unhealthy food and alcohol were taken and consumed.
We left on Friday morning, before sunrise, and joined a convoy heading south to the entrance to the private Clarence reserve (largest farm in NZ) where we were hunting. En route to the reserve we enjoyed our final taste of civilisation - a breakfast pie by the side of the road in Kaikora.
Transport from the entrance of the reserve to our are was difficult as 4x4's with trailers could not get through. Therefore the six guys (including me) that went had 3 4x4 vehicles and 3 quad bikes. I was then made aware that I would need to ride one of the quads the 40km off road to where our hut was.
Having not ridden a quad since I was 12, this was a bit of a challenge. The terrain was tough with steep inclines and sheer drops off either side of the narrow rock/mud tracks. However the views and mountain landscape was stunning and we soon dropped down from the heights into the river valley. This then led to numerous river crossings which led to very wet feet, even through the gators. Along the way if an animal was spotted we stopped and hunted; quails and rabbits were shot and we then continued with our slow progress.
On arrival at the first hut, a wardens hut, we opened a celebratory beer and toasted the moment in the warm morning sun.
After what seemed like hours (and it was!) we got to the area that we'd been allocated to hunt and found a new hut to stay in. The hut was only opened in August 2007 and was in great condition, with 12 bunks and benches and worktops to prepare food on. The location was stunning as it was on the banks of the river (our bath) and surrounded on all sides by mountains.
Soon after unpacking had a skinny dip in the river, very invigorating but cold. Then started the serious activity of scoping out our area for good hunting ground. It was quickly established that we had not been fortunate with our area and so we set off on quads to look further afield. After little success on our scouting mission we returned to the hut and enjoyed beer and food while relaxing in the sun. This soon became the activity of choice for most. In fact this became the activity for much of the weekend as it became apparent Geese were few and far between. We went out hunting at night and had a great success when spotlighting from the 4x4. Rabbits and Hares were shot in number along with one Possum.With the lack of artificial light the sky at night was a fantastic black canvas splashed liberally with a brilliant array of stars.
The weekend continued along much the same lines with hunting becoming more varied, ducks and goats were shot, but soon it was time to head home retracing our tracks back out of the reserve. The journey again took a fair while and even had time to include an accident! Thankfully no one was injured as two of the 4x4s hit one another as the front vehicle stopped suddenly as the driver thought that he'd seen a Goose. The result was that two of the party stayed an extra night and were recovered home the following day. Overall the whole weekend was a fantastic experience and very tiring. It gave me the opportunity to meet new people and see things in a different light - very worthwhile.
Once back at Birchmore Farm I felt that it was time to move on as I had been at the farm for two weeks. I felt that I wanted to head south and managed to locate a small farm and vineyard slightly further south towards Kaikora where I arranged to stay for a few days. My hosts were a semi retired Christian couple who had recently moved back to NZ from Australia and begun an Organic vineyard. The work was very different hear to Birchmore and focused on tending to the small vines and gardening. Jan and Talbot were excellent and friendly hosts, who welcomed me and I spent a good few days with them.
I'm now moving further south (just booked a bus!) and heading back to Christchurch again before venturing further south to explore more of NZ. I'll update you as and when I have further news but I'm still having a fab time!
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Fun at the Farm
Howdy folks,
I am writing from a cafe in Blenheim NZ as the farm that I’m staying at has dial up Internet connection. I m happily settled in Blind River at Birchmore Farm and despite the remote rural location I’m having a great time.
The farm is located around 35km (south) from the nearest town, Blenheim and you must travel for all necessities. Birchmore is the only livestock farm around here and is utterly surrounded by rows and rows of vines. Wine is the big business in this area with more and more existing land being planted and vine culturists everywhere. The coast is around 4km to the east but the sea is not suitable to swim in. The remoteness leads to fantastic sunrises and clear night skies with brilliant bright star spotting.
The farm deals in small livestock and I’ve been introduced quickly into the farm life which centres on feeding/moving/mating (with one another not me!) the animals. My favourite animal so far is the large Essex Sow who is somewhat intimidating but much nice than most of the Essex girls I’ve met. The whole thing is very reminiscent of the BBC series "Jimmy's Farm".
Soon after I arrived and had met my host, Barb, I realised that I left my wallet in Trevor and so had to make an unscheduled trip to Blenheim the following day to pick up. Barb is a really friendly and accommodating host, not afraid to call a spade a spade and with a wicked sense of humour.
As part of Helpx I’m expected to complete a certain number of hours per day in exchange for food and accommodation. I’ve really enjoyed completing a real variety of tasks and meeting all suppliers, wine makers and friends. The tasks have been from simply weeding the garden, feeding animals, catching sheep, driving round utes and moving sheep, dealing with dying ducks, helping at the farmers market, looking after neighbours animals, chain sawing logs, picking up shopping, picking up animal food etc.
One of the funniest moments was when a ram was brought to the farm to impregnate the ewes, not wanting to do this when being transported from one trailer to another the ram made a dash for freedom. As I was very close I ended up in some sort of ram rodeo until we managed to calm him down.
Barb had a contract with a local vineyard to house workers for the harvest and so I am living with vine culturists from Moldova, Spain and Germany. The farm has a real international flavour.
Excellent food and good fresh country air has led to me feeling good with plenty of energy until my head hits the pillow at night and the lights immediately go out! We have been to Blenheim to an Irish Bar (they’re everywhere don’t you know!) called Paddy Barry’s and enjoyed drinking the black stuff and participating in the weekly pub quiz.
It seems on my trip I keep running into pregnant dogs and this did not change on the farm with Barb and me babysitting a neighbour’s pregnant bitch until she (Bess) finally gave birth to five gorgeous puppies on Saturday evening.
Sunday was the Blenheim Farmers market and I helped out on the Birchmore stall, it really showed how popular and central to the towns these markets were (compared to UK) as many people flocked round. We were selling a range of products from Sausages, eggs, bacon, steak, cakes, jams, curd and marmalade and beans.
I have been invited on a biannual Goose Hunt this weekend for three days on New Zealand’s largest farm and will involve camping and staking out the Canadian Geese. The geese are a notorious pest over here and this is an organised hunt on controlled land that most Kiwis’ have never seen. I keep getting told how privileged I am and that I’m going to be the camps bitch. On Sunday the hunters came to a neighbour’s field and honed their shooting skills on clay pigeons. I had a go and I hit one with only my second shot, however my lasting memory will be the wide array of guns on show and enjoying a good few beers after the shooting had ceased round the back of the utes; not to mention the sore should I had the day after.
Must go soon as need to head back, 6 long tailed sheep are still missing and we need to take two young calf’s to a new home. I am really enjoying it here and it’s nice to take a break from the lifestyle of travelling (packing, unpacking, moving, arranging trips). Future plans are unclear but my first experience of helpx has been positive and so I would like to continue if possible.
I am writing from a cafe in Blenheim NZ as the farm that I’m staying at has dial up Internet connection. I m happily settled in Blind River at Birchmore Farm and despite the remote rural location I’m having a great time.
The farm is located around 35km (south) from the nearest town, Blenheim and you must travel for all necessities. Birchmore is the only livestock farm around here and is utterly surrounded by rows and rows of vines. Wine is the big business in this area with more and more existing land being planted and vine culturists everywhere. The coast is around 4km to the east but the sea is not suitable to swim in. The remoteness leads to fantastic sunrises and clear night skies with brilliant bright star spotting.
The farm deals in small livestock and I’ve been introduced quickly into the farm life which centres on feeding/moving/mating (with one another not me!) the animals. My favourite animal so far is the large Essex Sow who is somewhat intimidating but much nice than most of the Essex girls I’ve met. The whole thing is very reminiscent of the BBC series "Jimmy's Farm".
Soon after I arrived and had met my host, Barb, I realised that I left my wallet in Trevor and so had to make an unscheduled trip to Blenheim the following day to pick up. Barb is a really friendly and accommodating host, not afraid to call a spade a spade and with a wicked sense of humour.
As part of Helpx I’m expected to complete a certain number of hours per day in exchange for food and accommodation. I’ve really enjoyed completing a real variety of tasks and meeting all suppliers, wine makers and friends. The tasks have been from simply weeding the garden, feeding animals, catching sheep, driving round utes and moving sheep, dealing with dying ducks, helping at the farmers market, looking after neighbours animals, chain sawing logs, picking up shopping, picking up animal food etc.
One of the funniest moments was when a ram was brought to the farm to impregnate the ewes, not wanting to do this when being transported from one trailer to another the ram made a dash for freedom. As I was very close I ended up in some sort of ram rodeo until we managed to calm him down.
Barb had a contract with a local vineyard to house workers for the harvest and so I am living with vine culturists from Moldova, Spain and Germany. The farm has a real international flavour.
Excellent food and good fresh country air has led to me feeling good with plenty of energy until my head hits the pillow at night and the lights immediately go out! We have been to Blenheim to an Irish Bar (they’re everywhere don’t you know!) called Paddy Barry’s and enjoyed drinking the black stuff and participating in the weekly pub quiz.
It seems on my trip I keep running into pregnant dogs and this did not change on the farm with Barb and me babysitting a neighbour’s pregnant bitch until she (Bess) finally gave birth to five gorgeous puppies on Saturday evening.
Sunday was the Blenheim Farmers market and I helped out on the Birchmore stall, it really showed how popular and central to the towns these markets were (compared to UK) as many people flocked round. We were selling a range of products from Sausages, eggs, bacon, steak, cakes, jams, curd and marmalade and beans.
I have been invited on a biannual Goose Hunt this weekend for three days on New Zealand’s largest farm and will involve camping and staking out the Canadian Geese. The geese are a notorious pest over here and this is an organised hunt on controlled land that most Kiwis’ have never seen. I keep getting told how privileged I am and that I’m going to be the camps bitch. On Sunday the hunters came to a neighbour’s field and honed their shooting skills on clay pigeons. I had a go and I hit one with only my second shot, however my lasting memory will be the wide array of guns on show and enjoying a good few beers after the shooting had ceased round the back of the utes; not to mention the sore should I had the day after.
Must go soon as need to head back, 6 long tailed sheep are still missing and we need to take two young calf’s to a new home. I am really enjoying it here and it’s nice to take a break from the lifestyle of travelling (packing, unpacking, moving, arranging trips). Future plans are unclear but my first experience of helpx has been positive and so I would like to continue if possible.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Change in Christchurch
Good afternoon ladies and gentleman I have now left Christchurch for the second time and with very different plans from last time! I have headed north towards the Marlborough wine region and a volunteer job on a farm.
When I left Dunedin the journey north was uneventful except for visiting the Moreki boulders again for the second time. We stopped in a small town for lunch and had the typical Kiwi lunch of pie. We arrived in Christchurch late in the day and checked into our motel/hostel. The weather was stunning and so we headed off to the Arts Centre and found a lovely bar to enjoy a drink in the park.
Despite already being to Christchurch I once again enjoyed the sights and sounds visiting the Art gallery, Botanic Gardens and Cricket ground.
Sadly when I watched the One Day International cricket match between NZ and England the hosts was victorious leaving the locals very happy.
I booked myself on a sunrise balloon flight from Christchurch but sadly the weather had other plans and led to the flight being cancelled (after a 04:00 phone call to check) for both days I booked. I managed to sell most of my camping possessions to Cash Convertors, for those pieces that they did not want the Salvation Army were very willing recipients.
I then took time to consider what I wanted to do next and joined Helpx, a company who connect hosts and helpers for volunteer work. I searched through the network and contacted many hosts. I found a suitable position (general farm work) near Blenheim and agreed that I would start the following day.
Therefore after a final journey north with Claire, Helen and Trevor (including a nice lunch in Kaikora) I arrived at Birchmore Farm. I am now settling into the rural life and will soon write again about all my exciting experiences on the farm.
When I left Dunedin the journey north was uneventful except for visiting the Moreki boulders again for the second time. We stopped in a small town for lunch and had the typical Kiwi lunch of pie. We arrived in Christchurch late in the day and checked into our motel/hostel. The weather was stunning and so we headed off to the Arts Centre and found a lovely bar to enjoy a drink in the park.
Despite already being to Christchurch I once again enjoyed the sights and sounds visiting the Art gallery, Botanic Gardens and Cricket ground.
Sadly when I watched the One Day International cricket match between NZ and England the hosts was victorious leaving the locals very happy.
I booked myself on a sunrise balloon flight from Christchurch but sadly the weather had other plans and led to the flight being cancelled (after a 04:00 phone call to check) for both days I booked. I managed to sell most of my camping possessions to Cash Convertors, for those pieces that they did not want the Salvation Army were very willing recipients.
I then took time to consider what I wanted to do next and joined Helpx, a company who connect hosts and helpers for volunteer work. I searched through the network and contacted many hosts. I found a suitable position (general farm work) near Blenheim and agreed that I would start the following day.
Therefore after a final journey north with Claire, Helen and Trevor (including a nice lunch in Kaikora) I arrived at Birchmore Farm. I am now settling into the rural life and will soon write again about all my exciting experiences on the farm.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Crossing the South Island
Hello,
Well since I have last spoke to you I have racked up a lot of km’s crossing from east to west and back again in NZ. Unfortunately Betty is nearing her maker with the smoke and drink problems getting worse by the km. I think the end is nigh and I’ll soon be looking at a new form of transport and a new direction.
I started my journey from the northern town of Picton. Picton is the main port on the South Island of NZ for the ferries between the two islands of NZ. The town was very pleasant but had a very high number of tourists.
I headed south and west travelling initially through the world famous Marlborough wine region. The many km’s of vineyards gave way to once more stunning mountain scenery. The weather turned and large “straight” rain made driving hazardous, I stopped in the Nelson Lakes National Park district and enjoyed the damp views of the lakes.
The km’s ticked by and passing more stunning landscapes similar to the Ardeche in France with roads cut into the rocks with precarious overhangs and sheer drops! Only slowing to give way on the single lane narrow bridges and occasional ford crossing I made good speed to the town of Westport.
As I had spent a few nights without washing facilities on arrival at Westport I opted to stay at the “top 10” campsite. The site was very busy and well run; I met some Irish travellers (not gypsies!) who arranged an impromptu singsong round the campfire. I could have almost been in the emerald isle as we sipped whiskey and sang along to the guitar and violin.
I went into Westport town and discovered that there was not much to see. It gives you some idea about the availability of the Internet in NZ as when I asked in a cafe if they had Wi-Fi I was given very blank expressions and no answer.
The following morning and under a bright sun I set off to journey further south. The starting of Betty attracted much attention (and large clouds of smoke!) and I decided that this was the calls of her final death throws.
The coast road was undulating and covered in the most amazing fauna. The plants and animal life was amazing with many fantastic views and deafening noises when stood admiring the views. I continued south and made time to stop and explore the famous pancake rocks.
Stopping and cooking bacon sarnies in the heat of the sun while looking down at the beautiful blue waters made me very happy and forget about the pain Betty was in!
I then began the crossing back west across the challenging Arthurs Pass. At points the gradients were between 10 and 20%, Betty was struggling with the road to say the least. Sorry to be boring but the views were once again stunning with snow capped mountains and beautiful valleys.
At the summit of the pass was a great viaduct; when stopping to admire the view Betty was attacked in a bizarre manner with the local bird life pecking at the lower end.
Towards the western end of the pass the mountains were utilised as Ski resorts; I felt I had to take a break from the journey to visit the “Porters” Ski Resort.
I drove on West until dusk by which time I had reached a town south of Christchurch called Ashburton. I headed down the deserted farmland gravel roads for about 20km in the direction of the sea and finally hit a “no exit” road. Luckily there was a small area that was sheltered and allowed me to park up Betty on the edge of the cliff. Once again the next morning I was awoken by a brilliant sunrise, watching the bright sun emerge from the blue sea was another sight I will not forget.
The next day the journey south to Dunedin was a real struggle – Betty was not well and the winds made it difficult. The views between the sea and the snow capped alpine mountains was nice though. I stopped at the town of Otago en route to visit the Yellow penguin and Blue penguin colonies, nothing spectacular but interesting nevertheless. The most exciting thing was the emergency manoeuvre I had to complete as a mattress flew off the roof of the Ute and onto the road in front of me. The driver of the Ute didn’t realise and thought I was being aggressive when I tried to alert him by flashing my lights. Eventually it dawned on him and he pulled over and I wish that I had a photo of his face when he realised the mattress was no longer where it should be!
I crawled into Dunedin late and stayed at the “top ten” campsite, watched the film Cinderella Man and pondered Betty’s life in my hands! The following morning I drove to a couple of garages and booked Betty in for a check up. This could not be done for a couple of days and so I moved into a hostel and left Betty to her fate.
The hostel was really pleasant and situated up a steep hill around 10 minutes walk from the centre of Dunedin. Dunedin was a very pleasant city with many attractive sights for the tourists and opportunities to explore the local area though outdoor pursuits. I visited the advertised “steepest road in the world” but to be honest walking around Dunedin there were many to choose from.
Students ruled the streets while I was there as it was the beginning of a new academic year. The first year fresher’s were enjoying the week long “orientation” activities and it was not unusual to see smurfs, tree people and cavemen staggering around.`
In the hostel I made friends with a couple of English girls, Claire and Helen, and spent a good few days with them exploring the local area and chilling out watching films. Highlights include a Bridget Jones evening (including a screening of the film and plenty of wine and chocolates) and walks on the Otago peninsular (including a close encounter with wild Sea Lions on the beach – there camouflage works well!).
During the time at the hostel I received the fateful call regarding Betty’s future, put simply she needed a new engine – the result cost did not make sense with how much I would sell her for so I took the decision to get rid of her as she was. The mechanics at the garage helpfully agreed (I bought them a few crates of beer) to arrange something and so she eventually ended up going to the wreckers yard!
It was a final sad act to remove her number plates and deregister her at the local AA. I was left with a large void in my life and will now take a few days to work out what I want to do next and how I will get there.
I’m starting by travelling back to Christchurch with Helen in their car Trevor. So until then its goodbye from me with a final farewell to Betty (RIP), our time was short but event packed and a lot of fun! I would not change it.
Well since I have last spoke to you I have racked up a lot of km’s crossing from east to west and back again in NZ. Unfortunately Betty is nearing her maker with the smoke and drink problems getting worse by the km. I think the end is nigh and I’ll soon be looking at a new form of transport and a new direction.
I started my journey from the northern town of Picton. Picton is the main port on the South Island of NZ for the ferries between the two islands of NZ. The town was very pleasant but had a very high number of tourists.
I headed south and west travelling initially through the world famous Marlborough wine region. The many km’s of vineyards gave way to once more stunning mountain scenery. The weather turned and large “straight” rain made driving hazardous, I stopped in the Nelson Lakes National Park district and enjoyed the damp views of the lakes.
The km’s ticked by and passing more stunning landscapes similar to the Ardeche in France with roads cut into the rocks with precarious overhangs and sheer drops! Only slowing to give way on the single lane narrow bridges and occasional ford crossing I made good speed to the town of Westport.
As I had spent a few nights without washing facilities on arrival at Westport I opted to stay at the “top 10” campsite. The site was very busy and well run; I met some Irish travellers (not gypsies!) who arranged an impromptu singsong round the campfire. I could have almost been in the emerald isle as we sipped whiskey and sang along to the guitar and violin.
I went into Westport town and discovered that there was not much to see. It gives you some idea about the availability of the Internet in NZ as when I asked in a cafe if they had Wi-Fi I was given very blank expressions and no answer.
The following morning and under a bright sun I set off to journey further south. The starting of Betty attracted much attention (and large clouds of smoke!) and I decided that this was the calls of her final death throws.
The coast road was undulating and covered in the most amazing fauna. The plants and animal life was amazing with many fantastic views and deafening noises when stood admiring the views. I continued south and made time to stop and explore the famous pancake rocks.
Stopping and cooking bacon sarnies in the heat of the sun while looking down at the beautiful blue waters made me very happy and forget about the pain Betty was in!
I then began the crossing back west across the challenging Arthurs Pass. At points the gradients were between 10 and 20%, Betty was struggling with the road to say the least. Sorry to be boring but the views were once again stunning with snow capped mountains and beautiful valleys.
At the summit of the pass was a great viaduct; when stopping to admire the view Betty was attacked in a bizarre manner with the local bird life pecking at the lower end.
Towards the western end of the pass the mountains were utilised as Ski resorts; I felt I had to take a break from the journey to visit the “Porters” Ski Resort.
I drove on West until dusk by which time I had reached a town south of Christchurch called Ashburton. I headed down the deserted farmland gravel roads for about 20km in the direction of the sea and finally hit a “no exit” road. Luckily there was a small area that was sheltered and allowed me to park up Betty on the edge of the cliff. Once again the next morning I was awoken by a brilliant sunrise, watching the bright sun emerge from the blue sea was another sight I will not forget.
The next day the journey south to Dunedin was a real struggle – Betty was not well and the winds made it difficult. The views between the sea and the snow capped alpine mountains was nice though. I stopped at the town of Otago en route to visit the Yellow penguin and Blue penguin colonies, nothing spectacular but interesting nevertheless. The most exciting thing was the emergency manoeuvre I had to complete as a mattress flew off the roof of the Ute and onto the road in front of me. The driver of the Ute didn’t realise and thought I was being aggressive when I tried to alert him by flashing my lights. Eventually it dawned on him and he pulled over and I wish that I had a photo of his face when he realised the mattress was no longer where it should be!
I crawled into Dunedin late and stayed at the “top ten” campsite, watched the film Cinderella Man and pondered Betty’s life in my hands! The following morning I drove to a couple of garages and booked Betty in for a check up. This could not be done for a couple of days and so I moved into a hostel and left Betty to her fate.
The hostel was really pleasant and situated up a steep hill around 10 minutes walk from the centre of Dunedin. Dunedin was a very pleasant city with many attractive sights for the tourists and opportunities to explore the local area though outdoor pursuits. I visited the advertised “steepest road in the world” but to be honest walking around Dunedin there were many to choose from.
Students ruled the streets while I was there as it was the beginning of a new academic year. The first year fresher’s were enjoying the week long “orientation” activities and it was not unusual to see smurfs, tree people and cavemen staggering around.`
In the hostel I made friends with a couple of English girls, Claire and Helen, and spent a good few days with them exploring the local area and chilling out watching films. Highlights include a Bridget Jones evening (including a screening of the film and plenty of wine and chocolates) and walks on the Otago peninsular (including a close encounter with wild Sea Lions on the beach – there camouflage works well!).
During the time at the hostel I received the fateful call regarding Betty’s future, put simply she needed a new engine – the result cost did not make sense with how much I would sell her for so I took the decision to get rid of her as she was. The mechanics at the garage helpfully agreed (I bought them a few crates of beer) to arrange something and so she eventually ended up going to the wreckers yard!
It was a final sad act to remove her number plates and deregister her at the local AA. I was left with a large void in my life and will now take a few days to work out what I want to do next and how I will get there.
I’m starting by travelling back to Christchurch with Helen in their car Trevor. So until then its goodbye from me with a final farewell to Betty (RIP), our time was short but event packed and a lot of fun! I would not change it.
Friday, February 15, 2008
The long and winding road
Hello from a camp site somewhere on the South Island of NZ!
I am thoroughly enjoying the slow paced (vehicle speed controlled!) and winding roads through NZ. I finally managed to leave Christchurch on Tuesday afternoon after stocking up on supplies and camping essentials.
The journey to Akaroa was good and I decided on the scenic route to take in some of the passing beauty. Unfortunately this was hampered somewhat by the closing in of the weather and the mist reducing the speed further. However you could still get glimpses of the fantastic rugged landscape complete with beautiful lakes and raw coastal cliffs.
We headed south to the beautiful seaside resort of Akaroa and stayed in a “top 10” campsite. The campsite was well organised and contained showers, kitchen facilities, TV room and Internet.
On arrival at the camp we had an issue with the airbed in that the pump did not fit the bed. We ended up driving to a local petrol station and using the compressed air hose to fill the bed; judging by the bemused look on the faces of the locals this is not a frequent occurrence.
The first night in the van was surprisingly good and after a restful night’s sleep we enjoyed a very pleasant morning spent by the harbour drinking we set of back towards Christchurch.
En route there was some spectacular scenery and at lunchtime we stopped by a beautiful lake and cooked on our stove surrounded by a pair of interested chickens.
We drove for the rest of the afternoon and after passing Christchurch headed north and found a deserted beach (Amberley Beach) on which to free camp by the sea for the night. The stars were amazing and after cooking an exciting dinner (pasta) had a great night sleep.
The following morning I woke early to an amazing morning sky, the sun had not risen and the colours were breathtaking. The best sunrise I had ever seen.
We continued to head in a northerly direction but journeyed inland to the thermal town of Hanmer Springs. The town was like a small resort in the Alps and had a nice relaxed feel. We tried to arrange a horse ride for the afternoon but unfortunately it was fully booked and so we continued to head north towards Kaikoura. On stopping for lunch somewhere in the country we were invaded by a swarm of insects and mid way through eating had to flee the area; following many bites, especially to the feet, (and about 50km driven) the insects were finally gone.
Just north of Kaikoura we stopped to observe seals in a large colony at Ohau Point just next to the road. The seals were on the rocks and intent on not doing very much at all, simply enjoying the warmth of the sun and rocks – who can blame them!
By this stage it was early evening and we were all running low on fuel and energy. In NZ outside the main towns and cities fuel stations are very sparse – we ended up by pushing on with the petrol light on and found a deserted small (expensive) fuel station by the side of the road. As it was after 18:00 and it was a private, family station I was charged a $20 opening fee after I went to the cottage nearby and asked them to open!
Soon after we pulled off the road to camp at a site next to the sea and made dinner as the sun set.
From here the plans for Betty and me are a little hazy, I think that we’re going to head cross country through the wine region to the west coast and see a very different rugged (and probably wet) west coast. Betty is struggling a bit with the km’s that are piling on; she’s smoking every morning and drinking oil like an Irish man drinks stout. Hills are a constant struggle but the pace of life is great. If anyone has any particular advice or routes that they’ve travelled in NZ I’d be please to hear them. Otherwise take care and have fun.
I am thoroughly enjoying the slow paced (vehicle speed controlled!) and winding roads through NZ. I finally managed to leave Christchurch on Tuesday afternoon after stocking up on supplies and camping essentials.
The journey to Akaroa was good and I decided on the scenic route to take in some of the passing beauty. Unfortunately this was hampered somewhat by the closing in of the weather and the mist reducing the speed further. However you could still get glimpses of the fantastic rugged landscape complete with beautiful lakes and raw coastal cliffs.
We headed south to the beautiful seaside resort of Akaroa and stayed in a “top 10” campsite. The campsite was well organised and contained showers, kitchen facilities, TV room and Internet.
On arrival at the camp we had an issue with the airbed in that the pump did not fit the bed. We ended up driving to a local petrol station and using the compressed air hose to fill the bed; judging by the bemused look on the faces of the locals this is not a frequent occurrence.
The first night in the van was surprisingly good and after a restful night’s sleep we enjoyed a very pleasant morning spent by the harbour drinking we set of back towards Christchurch.
En route there was some spectacular scenery and at lunchtime we stopped by a beautiful lake and cooked on our stove surrounded by a pair of interested chickens.
We drove for the rest of the afternoon and after passing Christchurch headed north and found a deserted beach (Amberley Beach) on which to free camp by the sea for the night. The stars were amazing and after cooking an exciting dinner (pasta) had a great night sleep.
The following morning I woke early to an amazing morning sky, the sun had not risen and the colours were breathtaking. The best sunrise I had ever seen.
We continued to head in a northerly direction but journeyed inland to the thermal town of Hanmer Springs. The town was like a small resort in the Alps and had a nice relaxed feel. We tried to arrange a horse ride for the afternoon but unfortunately it was fully booked and so we continued to head north towards Kaikoura. On stopping for lunch somewhere in the country we were invaded by a swarm of insects and mid way through eating had to flee the area; following many bites, especially to the feet, (and about 50km driven) the insects were finally gone.
Just north of Kaikoura we stopped to observe seals in a large colony at Ohau Point just next to the road. The seals were on the rocks and intent on not doing very much at all, simply enjoying the warmth of the sun and rocks – who can blame them!
By this stage it was early evening and we were all running low on fuel and energy. In NZ outside the main towns and cities fuel stations are very sparse – we ended up by pushing on with the petrol light on and found a deserted small (expensive) fuel station by the side of the road. As it was after 18:00 and it was a private, family station I was charged a $20 opening fee after I went to the cottage nearby and asked them to open!
Soon after we pulled off the road to camp at a site next to the sea and made dinner as the sun set.
From here the plans for Betty and me are a little hazy, I think that we’re going to head cross country through the wine region to the west coast and see a very different rugged (and probably wet) west coast. Betty is struggling a bit with the km’s that are piling on; she’s smoking every morning and drinking oil like an Irish man drinks stout. Hills are a constant struggle but the pace of life is great. If anyone has any particular advice or routes that they’ve travelled in NZ I’d be please to hear them. Otherwise take care and have fun.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Awesome times in Auckland
Does anyone want to lend/donate me some money?
After a few days spent in Auckland the price change has been massive! The hostel I’ve been staying in is very nice and well equipped (very professional in NZ) but costing £10 a night vs. £5 in South America makes a noticeable difference. All my budging has suddenly changed and the costs are similar to those in a city in the UK.
I must also confess that I have been burning the candle at both ends a bit and after my month not drinking I’m back with vengeance, not to mention memory loss and bad hangovers!
On Sunday 3rd in the afternoon me and one of my Irish friends decided at the last minute to go on an Americas Cup Sailing experience. The yacht was a retired Americas Cup vessel that was used by the Japanese Nikon team in the 1990’s. We rushed to the harbour and met up with the crew who gave us a full briefing and made clear that this experience was not a pleasure cruise. There were approx 4 crew and 10 guests. The sailing was fantastic , we all got hands on experience and tired limbs. The highlight was taking a turn at the wheel as skipper and navigating through the Auckland Bridge; I managed to get the yacht up to a speed of 10 knots
and tacked a few times with all hands on deck.
Following the sailing we went to an Irish bar to have an afternoon drink with the crew just next to the harbour in a smartly refurbished area called the Viaduct. We ended up having a few drinks more than anticipated and enjoyed drinking with the crew till I cannot remember. The last recollection I have was of singing very loudly to the live music while drinking copious amounts of Rum and Coke.
I awoke the next morning in my own bed (which was a good thing) and suddenly remembered that we had paid the previous day to do the SkyJump off the SkyTower.
The SkyJump is a 192m jump (connected to wire) with controlled decent to the ground below. To say that the hangover didn’t help me feel enthused about the jump ahead would be an understatement.
One the ledge of the leap I was nervous but the jump itself was over very quickly. I enjoyed it so much that I asked if I could have another go. As they weren’t busy I was allowed me a second jump and jumped off backwards to enhance the thrill. After the adrenaline kick dissipated the hangover was awoken. Relaxed for the rest of the day and went to the cinema and watched Sweeny Todd.
Auckland was hosting an International Buskers Festival during my visit and I took time to watch a few of the shows, very entertaining and eclectic mix of entertainment. Watching the Superbowl in a busy bar was also a great experience, being able to view the spectacle during the day and with passionate fans added to it. As one of the greatest upsets and with a thrilling climax it was a good way to spend a few hours.
On the Tuesday evening I made my way to Eden Park to watch the NZ vs. England Twenty20 Cricket match. The ground was buzzing and the match was really exciting, England winning was a bonus. Afterwards headed back to the Irish Bar at the Viaduct for a few Rum & Cokes with the yacht crew. At about midnight a group of lads turned up, on closer inspection it transpired that it was the majority of the victorious English cricket team. They were all out celebrating the victory and having a few beers. I was lucky enough to have a decent chat with Paul Collingwood, Ian Bell, Phil Mustard, and Ali Cooke.
The following day I again woke up with a sore head (again!) and struggled to pack for my afternoon flight to Christchurch. Leaving Auckland with a heavy heart I enjoyed my time in this vibrant small city. It has plenty to offer and the weather was certainly nice, I look forward to returning for my flight to Australia in the next few months.
Next stop Christchurch and a spell of time inside....
After a few days spent in Auckland the price change has been massive! The hostel I’ve been staying in is very nice and well equipped (very professional in NZ) but costing £10 a night vs. £5 in South America makes a noticeable difference. All my budging has suddenly changed and the costs are similar to those in a city in the UK.
I must also confess that I have been burning the candle at both ends a bit and after my month not drinking I’m back with vengeance, not to mention memory loss and bad hangovers!
On Sunday 3rd in the afternoon me and one of my Irish friends decided at the last minute to go on an Americas Cup Sailing experience. The yacht was a retired Americas Cup vessel that was used by the Japanese Nikon team in the 1990’s. We rushed to the harbour and met up with the crew who gave us a full briefing and made clear that this experience was not a pleasure cruise. There were approx 4 crew and 10 guests. The sailing was fantastic , we all got hands on experience and tired limbs. The highlight was taking a turn at the wheel as skipper and navigating through the Auckland Bridge; I managed to get the yacht up to a speed of 10 knots
and tacked a few times with all hands on deck.
Following the sailing we went to an Irish bar to have an afternoon drink with the crew just next to the harbour in a smartly refurbished area called the Viaduct. We ended up having a few drinks more than anticipated and enjoyed drinking with the crew till I cannot remember. The last recollection I have was of singing very loudly to the live music while drinking copious amounts of Rum and Coke.
I awoke the next morning in my own bed (which was a good thing) and suddenly remembered that we had paid the previous day to do the SkyJump off the SkyTower.
The SkyJump is a 192m jump (connected to wire) with controlled decent to the ground below. To say that the hangover didn’t help me feel enthused about the jump ahead would be an understatement.
One the ledge of the leap I was nervous but the jump itself was over very quickly. I enjoyed it so much that I asked if I could have another go. As they weren’t busy I was allowed me a second jump and jumped off backwards to enhance the thrill. After the adrenaline kick dissipated the hangover was awoken. Relaxed for the rest of the day and went to the cinema and watched Sweeny Todd.
Auckland was hosting an International Buskers Festival during my visit and I took time to watch a few of the shows, very entertaining and eclectic mix of entertainment. Watching the Superbowl in a busy bar was also a great experience, being able to view the spectacle during the day and with passionate fans added to it. As one of the greatest upsets and with a thrilling climax it was a good way to spend a few hours.
On the Tuesday evening I made my way to Eden Park to watch the NZ vs. England Twenty20 Cricket match. The ground was buzzing and the match was really exciting, England winning was a bonus. Afterwards headed back to the Irish Bar at the Viaduct for a few Rum & Cokes with the yacht crew. At about midnight a group of lads turned up, on closer inspection it transpired that it was the majority of the victorious English cricket team. They were all out celebrating the victory and having a few beers. I was lucky enough to have a decent chat with Paul Collingwood, Ian Bell, Phil Mustard, and Ali Cooke.
The following day I again woke up with a sore head (again!) and struggled to pack for my afternoon flight to Christchurch. Leaving Auckland with a heavy heart I enjoyed my time in this vibrant small city. It has plenty to offer and the weather was certainly nice, I look forward to returning for my flight to Australia in the next few months.
Next stop Christchurch and a spell of time inside....
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