Saturday, 9 February 2013

New Zealand South Island: Striking gold, glacier hiking and a flying moped

From the moment you board the plane en route to New Zealand, you can’t miss the fact that you’re about to enter Hobbit country. Even the Air New Zealand safety message is a Lord of the Rings spoof. With one in ten New Zealanders now working in the tourism industry, I guess Peter Jackson has done for tourism in New Zealand what membership of the EU did for corporate investment in Ireland. Following the December release of the latest Hobbit movie, skyscanner.com saw a 102% increase in worldwide searches for flights to New Zealand - a statistic which echoes the tourism surges seen around the release of previous movies.


“What movie did you say this prop was used in again?
I myself am not a Lord of the Rings fan. In fact I’ve only seen three quarters of the first movie before I fell asleep. This is something I kept to myself during my visit to New Zealand as the locals are understandably very proud of their Middle Earth heritage; to admit to not being a fantasy fiction fan seems tantamount to criticising the very core of their culture. But even a ‘bah-Hobbit-humbug’ like me was interested in the various LOTR trivia we encountered along the way. And besides, regardless of whether you’re here to see New Zealand or to see Middle Earth, the one thing I’d imagine all tourists agree on is the country’s incredible beauty. I think Ray Winstone summed it up perfectly when he said “It’s my idea of what heaven would be. It’s a stunning place”.

Our self-drive route within NZ South Island
Our self-driving tour of New Zealand's South Island took us along most of the west coast. We started in Queenstown and went along past Fox Glacier, up to Abel Tasman, and on to wine county, before catching the ferry to the North Island (which will be the subject of my next blog entry). All of the guidebooks talk about how spectacular and diverse the landscape is, but you really need to see it for yourself to truly take it in. Certainly, I found it unbelievable that such contrasting landscapes could be situated so close to each other, on the same small island – but I’m going to let my amateur photos do the talking on this one.

  



Clockwise from top left: Split Apple Rock in Abel Tasman National Park; Brancott Estate vines in Marlborough; Fox Glacier (that's our guide wielding his axe); & Pembroke Peak in Milford Sound glacial fjord (view taken from our boat at night). All are amateur photos taken by me & none do justice to the stunning views. But one thing's for sure: New Zealand truly is a land of diverse, contrasting and breathtaking landscapes.
Unfortunately, our itinerary only allowed us three weeks in New Zealand, just 12 days of which were spent in the beautiful South Island. A seasoned traveller would say that I’ve really only scratched the surface. But I have been here long enough to have fallen in love with the country, or the South Island anyway (next stop North Island).  Anyways, highlights of our short but wonderful trip below ... 

First stop Queenstown:


Elijah Wood once said of New Zealand South Island that -
“it’s one of those places in the world that is largely unspoiled by the modern world in terms of population, buildings, things like that.”


Our first stop in New Zealand was the stunningly scenic town of Queenstown. What makes Queenstown so beautiful is its situation on the shores of Lake Wakatipu, with its aquamarine glacial water, and the breath-taking backdrop of the ‘Remarkables’ mountain range. Even if you’ve never been to New Zealand, you’ll probably be familiar with the outline of the Remarkables mountain range from from Corrs Light adverts and bottle labels. According to a couple of tour guides, the ‘Remarkables’ is such a beautiful mountain range that the good people at Corrs decided to use that image instead of the Rockies (though they claim it is the Rockies).

Despite its beauty however, and contrary to Elijah’s comments, Queenstown's reputation as the world centre for adrenaline sports is fast turning it into New Zealand's answer to Temple Bar. Many of the over-subscribed attractions, including the perma-packed bars, barely give the scenery a look-in. It’s sad how many people, on hearing that Al & I were travelling to Queenstown, recommended a burger joint as the primary attraction. Incidentally, we did go to ‘Fergburger’ and had to queue for about twenty minutes before ordering our fairly run-of-the-mill, though slightly larger than usual, burger. To be fair to the gap years, I couldn’t help but feel that they are being somewhat taken advantage of by word-of-mouth marketing & hype “you’ve gotta go to Fergburger” / “I’ll have no respect for you if you don’t do a bungy jump” (actual quotes). Given the cost of the ‘must do’ activities, it’s likely they don’t have much cash left for some of the more scenic and interesting tours.

Take for instance the day trip to Glenorchy which encompassed a 1.5-hour jet boat trip up the Dart river, combined with a walk in a native forest. The guidebooks reckon the drive to Glenorchy offers some of the most spectacular views near Queenstown and they weren’t wrong. We were delighted we chose that particular tour over some of the ‘make a quick buck’ shorter jet boat trips available in the city centre.

Left: Okay, so we succumbed to some of the tourist trap over-priced attractions but with only one and a half days in Queenstown, the segway enabled us to cover ground quickly! Right: As we were there in Summer, the Remarkables were without their Corrs light-eque snow cap - here's a Winter photo I found online :-) 

Magical midnight star-gazing in Milford Sound (ahem, fjord!):

In the interest of blaccuracy (blogging accuracy), I should note that Milford sound is actually a fjord, and not a sound at all. A fjord is a glacial formed (sea flooded) valley; a sound is a river formed (sea flooded) valley. Semantics aside, it is one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been. At the risk of bleating (blogging cheating), I’m going to let my guide book describe it to you as I can’t better the description:

“Described by Rudyard Kipling as the 'eighth wonder of the world', Milford Sound was carved by glaciers during the ice ages. Milford Sound is breathtaking in any weather. The fiord's cliffs rise vertically from the dark waters, mountain peaks scrape the sky and waterfalls cascade downwards, some as high as 1000 metres.”

Judging scale is difficult but note the tiny rainbow at the bottom...

We spent the most magical 24 hours doing an overnight cruise of Milford Sound. The fourth photo of my New Zealand South Island photo montage (above) depicts the view from our boat that night. Our guides provided an excellent overview of the flora, fauna and formation of the sound (ahem, fjord); we kayaked in the glacial waters, enabling us to get up close to some of the incredible features and I even went for a swim in the 14 degree water (intentional, I promise!). 

The mountain range framing Milford Sound is so vast and dramatic, that it can be difficult to judge scale.

Now compare the scale of that same rainbow to the kayakers beneath
Apparently one of the waterfalls we saw is about three times higher than Niagra Falls, although a visual anchor is really needed to appreciate this. I’ve attached two amateur photos which I took during our trip: the first photo is of the waterfall itself. If you look very closely, you can see a tiny rainbow at the bottom of the waterfall; the second photo is of the rainbow – if you look very closely you can see tiny kayakers underneath the rainbow. These visual clues might help illustrate just how vast this waterfall is. It was truly a privilege to have the opportunity to see such incredible scenery up close.

Gold panning in Otago region & Arrowtown:

Getting tutored in the art of gold panning
Back in the 1860’s, if you wanted to make a quick buck, and weren’t afraid of a bit of hard work, you’d have been well advised to move to the central Otago region of New Zealand. Why? Coz there was gold in them thar hills, that’s why!  Al and I were a tad late for the gold rush, but we optimistically headed off to the site of one of New Zealand’s longest working mines to find our fortune anyway. After a quick tuition advising on technique, we started panning. And that’s where I struck gold. Gold, I tells ya! It might have been a tiny flake, but it was gold nonetheless.
Ya gots to look carefully but that there's gold I tells ya!
Now back in the 1860’s, gold panning was really only used to detect the presence of gold in nearby rocks and mines. A fortune seeker might have found a flake of gold just like mine, and that would have indicated that it was worthwhile setting up camp in the area. But he’d have used more sophisticated methods such as sluicing and dredging to extract the more significant nuggets of gold. Very often, these gold miners would have spent months, or even years, braving hot, dry summers and cold, harsh winters as they persevered in the search for their fortune.


Al getting to grips with some mean gold mining machines
As we only have two months in which to travel the world, we didn’t really have the time to set up camp in the gold fields following my discovery. So instead, we went off to visit Arrowtown: a wonderfully preserved gold-mining town. It was in a beautiful colonial building on the main street that we met Justin Eden, the owner of a local jewellery store selling actual gold nuggets. As an avid fan of gold, I was intrigued to see actual gold nuggets, which Justin himself had mined. It's incredible to think that, after hundreds of millions of years in the making, he was the first human to touch this gold. I quizzed him about how he found his treasure and the origins of his jewellery store. Little did I realise how interesting his story would be. Around the time Al & I were busy being born, Justin Eden was learning how to mine for gold. The lure of this shiny metallic substance led him to move to the Shotover river where he lived full-time for three years. Amazingly, it was through their shared interest of gold mining that Justin met his wife Kaye. Although they arrived at the Shotover river a full century late for the gold rush, there was much less competition in the 1970’s than during the 1860's and their search proved fruitful enough to fund a jewellery store and secure them a place in Arrowtown history, with a section in the local gold museum devoted to their story. The couple opened their Arrowtown jewellery store in 1989 and to this day, Justin occasionally heads off to mine for the nuggets which he then sells in his store. An inspiring story of modern day gold mining success.

Exploring the elves' factory on Fox Glacier:
A pretty useful diagram on formation of glaciers

Having been on an overnight cruise in a glacial formed valley (Milford Sound), it was a phenomenal experience to be able to hike on an actual glacier, which is still carving out the valley below today.

It felt very surreal that one minute we were standing around in a green field with the sun beating down on us, yet less than 10 minutes later, we were walking on a remote part of New Zealand’s most famous glacier. Our helicopter picked us up from the tour company's base, which is just above sea level, and within a couple of minutes we were already flying over the pinnacles of Fox Glacier's lower icefall.

My first ever helicopter trip was short but stunning
Our short copter flight circled the entire glacier, giving us amazing views below, before landing - whereupon we hopped out and were handed some crampons to put on. It just seemed so impossible that we could go from sea level on a hot summer’s day to the middle of a 13km long glacier so quickly. Seven years ago, I did a six-day trek in the Himalayas. We started in the foothills of the Himalayas and the scenery changed gradually as we continued our slow ascent. After six long days of trekking we finally reached our goal of the base of a small glacier at an altitude of 4,800m. Perhaps I should have just opted for the heli-hike option then too (kidding!). But the accessibility of Fox Glacier really is one of it’s most interesting features. Although it has peaks of over 3,000m at its head, the base of Fox Glacier (the longest of New Zealand’s west coast glaciers) is just 250m above sea level, making it (unlike my Himalayan glacier) probably the most accessible glacier in the world.


Anyways, having landed on the glacier and geared up, we spent the next 2.5 hours exploring the terrain with the aid of our trusty guides. Walking on a glacier, you feel as if you could be walking on a different planet. We walked under ice arches, through ice tunnels and past igloos where elves reside, carving out Foxes glacier mints (okay, the last bit was just my imagination running away with me, but the rest is true!). The guides were absolutely fantastic and really put me at ease. It was obvious that they knew every crevice of that glacier, and they thoroughly vetted all ice formations before letting us walk over, under or through. One of our guides actually grew up in a Nepalese-Himalayan mountain village and has been giving guided tours of both Fox glacier in New Zealand and the Himalayas for over twenty years. If I had to choose a highlight of my time in New Zealand, this would be it. 

Left: Exploring elves igloo where Foxes Glacier Mints are made; Right: Domestic AAA battery on Fox Glacier
Exploring Abel Tasman by foot, kayak & the flying bike from ET:


Abel Tasman was the Dutch explorer credited with discovering Tasmania, Fiji & New Zealand. When I say ‘discovering’, I mean ‘discovering on behalf of the Europeans’. The Polynesians beat him to New Zealand by some 400 years. Anyways, the point is that Mr Abel Tasman is a pretty big deal round these parts, as evidenced by the naming convention of Tasmania, the Tasman Sea and (the area of New Zealand this portion of my blog focuses on) Abel Tasman National Park in New Zealand’s South Island.

Abel Tasman (the place this time, not the now sadly deceased Dutch explorer) is a scenic coastal national park with wonderfully preserved beaches, forests and islands. The Department of Conservation have put stringent measures in place to protect the wildlife and birdlife of the national park. You see birds in particular are also kind of a big deal round New Zealand way. Prior to the arrival of the first Polynesian settlers some time in the 13th century, New Zealand was a natural birdlife sanctuary. With no pesky predatory mammals (humans or otherwise) at all living on this island since its ice age departure from the mainland, New Zealand was veritably teeming with birds – sitting pretty and away from harms way. Sadly, however, humans introduced other mammals to the island thus eliminating a whole heap of birds. According to an article I found online: “New Zealand's greatest biological loss is 42 percent of its' terrestrial birds since human settlement 700 years ago.”


Our tandem kayaking technique was quite a sight to behold
Having learnt from their ancestors’ mistakes, the current generation of Kiwis (the people, not the flightless native bird) are keen to protect the remaining bird species. They have even established a couple of bird sanctuary islands, from which they have re-eliminated all predatory mammals. We were lucky enough to do a guided kayaking tour in Abel Tasman National Park and kayaked up to one such bird sanctuary located on Adele Island. The shrill sound of countless bird varieties singing away provided us with some insight into how New Zealand must have sounded back in its avian heyday. We were also pretty chuffed with our kayaking ability - dubbed the ‘divorce boat’ by the locals, the tandem kayak proved no challenge for team Scon-Al. The secret to our tandem kayak success was putting Al in charge of steering and me in charge of pace-setting! 

Stand-up paddle boarding proved a more tricky form of transport

Having explored Abel Tasman National Park by foot, kayak and stand-up paddle board, I decided to try something completely new in order to both conquer a personal fear of heights and get a birds eye view of the national park: a micro-light flight. If you’ve never heard of a micro-light before, it’s kind of like a cross between a moped and a hang-glider with a small propeller attached at the back. You can see a photo of the actual micro-light aircraft I went up in below. I guess it’s pretty much the smallest aircraft a person could possibly go up in.  
 

Me and my trusty pilot in the micro-light
After signing my life away with the scariest looking exemption waiver I’ve ever seen, the pilot (clad in flip flops) and I hopped in, waited our turn for the runway and started pedalling[1]. Taking off felt much like that scene in ET where Elliot pedals his bike and it quickly rises into the sky – it was astonishing how rapidly we took off and rose upward. Video footage from my own take-off is hereOnce airborne, the flight was smooth and the scenes of Abel Tasman National Park below were awe-inspiring. I could see our kayaking and hiking paths from the previous day, and, although we were fairly high up, I could even see the tiny ant sized shadow of stingrays swimming beneath the calm waters below. It was all so beautiful that for a short time, I forgot that I was in a flying moped. At least until it was time to land. As you can see from my video footage, the pilot lined up the runway nicely and then decided to land on the grass next to it. Intentional, he assured me – I’m not so sure!  

Wine tasting and relaxing in Blenheim:

A rather good water reflection shot. Oh, and vines, lots of vines ;-)

Looking back over this blog entry, I can’t believe that we were only in New Zealand South Island for twelve days. It’s no surprise that by the end of our few days we were pretty tired from all the moving around, so our trip to Blenheim ‘wine-county’ was superbly timed. We spent our penultimate day in South Island on a wine tour of the region and our final day lazing by the pool, sipping yet more wine. Heaven!


If you’ve made it through this blog entry of epic proportions you’re either a family member, an extremely good friend or future me reminiscing about the good old days! You’ll be glad to know that the next blog entry covers New Zealand North Island where we only spent 8 days – so it can’t possibly be as long as this! Thanks for reading!

Sarah x


 [1] Okay, so this part is an exaggeration. There was no pedalling involved. The micro-light was powered by a propeller and a small rotary engine. But it did sort of feel pedal powered!

Thursday, 24 January 2013

Bush Fires, ghost sightings, and a homemade lasagna: Our Australamoon adventure


You may have heard recent reports of ghost sightings on various beaches across the South East coast of Australia. I’d like to take this opportunity to reassure you that it was in fact just me lying out in my factor 50 coat of armour. After the stress of organising a wedding, combined with various work handovers, our trip to Australia was a wonderful opportunity to just lie in the sun and unwind.

The stunning Great Ocean road scenery
But it wasn’t all sun, fun & factor 50, we had some serious road tripping to do. The Great Ocean Road was looking for some people to cruise down it and we were just the couple for the job. Unfortunately however, Europcar rental didn’t get the memo and supplied us with a compact Hyundai rather than a more appropriate sporty convertible number. Turns out the issue was related to our request for the cheapest car available. Who knew convertibles weren’t part of the budget range? 
 
Here we are with some stereo-typically Australian animals and birds. 


But I’m getting ahead of myself with all this talk of cars. We actually spent three days in Sydney before heading off on our five day road trip. So let me stick with blogging convention of chronological order and reverse back to the Sydney leg of our trip …



I have a theory (based on extensive research during the past 10 days combined with a 3 week trip, 4 years ago), that all Australian’s are really easy going and friendly because they live in such a great country. Like the nice man who checked us in at the Holiday Inn Darling Harbour when we arrived in Sydney. Despite the fact that we weren’t technically paying for our three nights accommodation (we were using my frequent traveller loyalty points), he still sent a bottle of sparkling wine and a plate of chocolate dipped strawberries up to our room to congratulate us on our honeymoon. But that wasn’t all. The temperature outside that day was in the blistering high 30’s so he was feeling particularly generous spirited and thought “hey, I like these Irish folk” so sent on up a second bottle of sparkling wine along with yet another plate of chocolate dipped strawberries a few hours later [1].

The cure to Al's insomnia ...
So it was with a belly full of chocolatey strawberries that Al & I got a water taxi from Darling Harbour to the Sydney Opera House for our guided tour. It was fascinating to see all areas of the opera house, including a short peek at a rehearsal. We even managed to get our hands on last minute tickets to the opening night of a show while we were there. It didn’t matter that the tickets were standing room at the back only – it was an incredible opportunity to see a show in the Opera House. Incidentally, it turned out to be a good thing that our tickets were standing only. We did cheekily sit in a couple of latecomer’s seats for the first few minutes of the show, but sitting down had the effect of lulling Al to sleep, if only until we were inevitably evicted by the true owners of the seats. Having to stand for the remainder of the show did help him stay awake and therefore aided him in actually seeing the show, which is always a bonus. The show, by the way, was not a hardcore opera but rather a short hip hop dance show (think diversity from Britain’s got Talent) called Blaze.
Check out Lynda's homecooked pavlova ;-)
 
Now as you might be able to tell, I am a big fan of Australia. I can absolutely see why some 3.5 million people have emigrated to Australia in my lifetime alone. However, no matter how much I adore the Australian lifestyle, I would note that the dining out choices are either overpriced or unhealthy. Based on the sheer volume of KFC’s, ‘Macca’s’ and Subways we drove past on our little roadtrip, I imagine they must have the highest number of take out joints per capita of anywhere in the Southern hemisphere. Perhaps demand for takeaways is so high because all the other restaurants are prohibitively expensive.  Either way, we were craving a simple, wholesome, homecooked meal. So it was really kind of my long lost cousin Ed to invite us over to his place for dinner while we were in town. His wife Lynda whipped up a delicious home-made lasagna with salad (yes, salad ... I never thought I'd see the day when I craved salad). Al is quite the lasagna connoisseur and he gave Lynda’s recipe a serious thumbs up (he would have said more but he was too busy eating). Delicious homecooked meal aside, listening to their lifestyle made me green with envy[2]. They live just ten minutes from Manly beach along with their three beautiful children. It was so interesting seeing first hand how different their life is from back home. Take the morning commute to work for instance. Ed likes to mix it up. Sometimes he cycles to work and sometimes he gets the ferry from Manly to circular quay after a morning swim in the ocean. I’d like to take a leaf out of his book but a morning dip in Sandymount beach just doesn’t seem as inviting. 

Our own day trip to Manly beach made me think about how life in Australia is basically the opposite of life back home. Children of all ages were thoroughly enjoying their Summer holidays, the heat wave and hanging out in the beach and surf. Back in Ireland, medical professionals continue to recommend that parents give their children vitamin D supplements due to lack of exposure to the sun.

Anyways, having both spent time in Sydney and Melbourne on previous trips to Oz, Al & I decided to do something a bit different this time and drive between the two cities, stopping in various coastal towns en route and culminating in the aforementioned cruise down the Great Ocean Road (See route on Google Maps here).  At the start of the second day of our roadtrip, our Jervis Bay motel manager expressed concern about our plan to drive along the Princes Highway to Narooma. Apparently the highway had a few closures due to bush fires. Al was unperturbed. He pointed out that the temperature had dropped significantly from the 40-something degrees of a few days ago, and besides, “worst case scenario, we have to take a detour”. In a rare un-opinionated moment, it didn’t occur to me to disagree with his logic. It was my turn to drive so I just hopped into the drivers side of the car and started adjusting the seat, mirror and choice of music. I should note at this point that I am a nervous driver and had never driven in a foreign country before.

Kudos to the Aussie fire brigade who do amazing work. Shame on arsonists.
About 25 km into our journey, I spotted two helicopters and quickly realised they were bush fire helicopters. The giant buckets dropping water on the smoky forest below was what tipped me off. Nothing gets past me. I turned to Al and said “Look. There must be a fire nearby”. His reply: “Don’t worry, it’s all grand”. 
I continued driving … right past a TV camera crew van parked on the side of the road. Then, going over a hill, I saw a giant cloud of billowing smoke rising ahead of me. “I really think we’re about to drive through a fire”.
“Ah, it’s grand, Sure the cars coming the other direction are fine. They’d close the road if there was a problem.”
I continued (as, to Al’s delight, did S Club 7’s greatest hits on my ipod). By this stage, the road was lined on either side with charred remains of forest from a very recent fire and the road itself was becoming increasingly smoky. I turned on my rear fog lights and continued until I reached a cross-roads. Although our main road remained open, the roads on either side were closed and lined with fire engines, water tankers and TV camera crew vans. I did what any sensible person would do. I pulled the car over, got out and took some photos for my blog. I then retired my driving for the day and Al gallantly took over to drive the rest of the way to Narooma. When we finally reached our destination and checked into our nightly dingy motel, we were asked where we had come from that day. When we replied that we had driven from Jervis Bay, the lady looked confused
“How did you get here? I thought the Princes Highway was closed. None of my suppliers have been able to get here the past few days”
I guess Al’s optimism paid off but we were lucky as the road had been shut for the previous two days and it seems there was no other way through. 

If only this were around when Al broke his arm a few years ago.
So having narrowly avoided a bush fire, our road trip was back on. And little did we know that it would present us with such a good opportunity to trace the lineage of the Cunningham family. Nearly every coastal town we stopped at en route to Melbourne had multiple streets, motels, bridges and even a medical centre named after the Cunningham family. I guess the Cunninghams were a pretty big deal around Lakes Entrance and Geelong in particular. 


Explain this Darwin ...
 And it was in Featherdale National Park that I truly understood what I had married into. While Darwin would maintain that we evolved from the ape, it seems that the Cunninghams evolved from the lizard type creature pictured on the left.

Anyways, after c.1,800km of driving and having stayed in six different motels in six days, we finally reached Melbourne in time for the Australian Open tennis. There’s not much more to say about this other than it was awesome. We saw Venus Williams, Novak Djokovic and Tomas Berdych all win their matches easily. However the highlight from an atmosphere perspective was Australian Sam Stosur’s match. Proving that a home crowd is not always an advantage, she lost the match despite leading 2-5 in final set.

Domestic AA battery & champion cheerleading at the Australian open
Our final Australian destination in our short 10 day trip was the quixotic seaside town of St Kilda. If you've been wondering where all the hippies and rastafarians went once the 70's ended, or where all the yuppies went after the 80's ended, they're hanging out with the kite surfers in this fantastic town which is brimming with atmosphere. This was my second visit to St Kilda / Port Melbourne. With its seaside location, plethora of water sports options, fun bars & restaurants, random street parties and laid back vibe, I daydream about one day living there. 

Left: Al getting his hippie on in St Kilda. Right: Luna Park, St Kilda
But no matter how much my head wants to move to Australia, my heart belongs in Ireland with my wonderful new husband, true friends and family. I may criticise Ireland but at the end of the day I do reluctantly love home too. Although not enough to go back there just yet. Adventurous New Zealand beckons - first call South Island. Watch this space for tales of our wonderous adventures with the Kiwi's.

Sarah
 

[1] Note: We chose to ignore the possibility that this act of generosity may actually have been a clerical error of which we were the happy beneficiaries.

[2] Please note I was not actually green, this is just a metaphor. I remained my pasty white colour for the entire evening. Thanks are due again to my trusty factor 50, combined with my terrific Irish skin