AA: Day 5 – Kayak to the Blue Duck

Day 4: Rotorua to Blue Duck lodge.

Decently early start today as we headed out of the Rotorua area and down to Tungariro National Park. After a quick breakfast we hit the road and got a short steaming bath in the appropriately named Kerosene creek. You can’t bathe in the main lake, but when the water was hotter than most hot tubs about a mile down the river you can understand why. We all splashed around for a bit, some of even soothed our rafting shoulders by hopping under the short waterfall.  Well worth the faint smell of sulphur that clung around us the rest of the day (at least to us, I can’t speak for the people we met.)

Our next stop was a lunch/supplies run in the lakeside town of Topua, Lake Topua is NZ’s largest lake and is a beautiful picturesque blue with large looming islands and beaches of pumice stone. Everyone on the bus took a chance to make a floating rock and some of us grabbed a pumice for skin uses. Just before getting to Topua we had a chance to take a look at Huka Falls. They’re very pretty, and the green colour of the water was so clear even from the substantial height of our overlook. Apparently they are also the main drainage point for the whole lake so it’s surprising the water is so clear.

For lunch I picked up a Chicken Satay sandwich on a Turkish bun that was absolutely to die for. I think we stop in that town on the way back to Auckland during our power drive at the end, will have to grab another one. I also enjoyed the sight of an old piston plane serving as a playhouse at McDonalds.

Once we were back on the bus we made our way to blue duck lodge. However we managed to snag a chance to do some low grade white water kayaking. Apparently this entire region was mostly given to returning servicemen as farmland, but most of it is so rugged that the small parcels weren’t commercially viable. These days a few farmers operate larger parcels, mainly sheep ranches and the like. One of these has diversified into making Manuca Honey, which is apparently so renowned for its teatree fuelled antibiotic properties that NZ hospitals coat burn dressings in the stuff. The amount of teatree growing on his land is a direct result of his conservation efforts of returning a large chunk of his land to a natural NZ state. His latest venture is this lodge and though tiny it was amazing, more on that in a bit.

More pics of this later, I only took the waterproof videocam on the river:

Those of us Kayaking were dropped off the bus in the middle of nowhere and made to climb down a 75degree hill before we found our Kayaks. Ali got us to get in and take a quick practice paddle and I was glad to see I hadn’t forgotten how to power stroke when needed. Our guides (when they showed) unfortunately explained that it had been a while since a rain so a few parts were quite shallow (my large bottom in my larger bottomed Kayak certainly found most of the rocks in the shallow bits) but that the rapids were still quite fun. I simply cannot describe how amazing an experience this was. Picture a relatively narrow canyon with a babbling river, the walls grow wider and narrower as new vegetation presents itself and waterfowl take off in fright every time you round a corner. Now add in a bunch of gushing runs through the rapids, including one fantastically fun big run that a few of us (not me) took a spill on. By far the highlight of the trip so far, made only better by the stay at the lodge itself.

We checked in to what was clearly a converted old farmers croft, a long narrow building with about 4 rooms with bunks for 5-7. All but one of the guests was our group. This lodge was nestled in between gorgeous green mountains in all directions,  accessible by a narrow barely maintained road (most of which we kayakers didn’t see until the next morning) and so silent and isolated you might as well have been on an otherwise deserted island. Most of the rest of our crew had gone to explore the hills on quads with the owner of the place, apparently he showed him his next lodge location at the top of a peak, essentially surrounded by valleys in all directions with a glimpse of the far off ocean. Would have been nice, but Kayaking was better. The rest of the afternoon was spent drinking our bevies round a fire, and trying out the doubled bladed axe tossing. I managed to put a few in reasonably close, but out of our group Patrick was the undisputed champion of consistence. After a fantastic dinner we all sat on the cafe deck and watched the stars, discovering some of the non southern cross south hemisphere constellations. Bed was quiet, and sleep nearly instant for all of us.

AA Day 4: Fat Dog, Big Burger

 

Day 4:

Early start this morning, 6:30 wakeup to hit the road at 7:30 and back along the wild slide from side to side road. Today we were heading to Rotorua, a beautiful town nestled on the side of a volcanic cone lake. Along the way we passed a few sights such as a giant L&P bottle and some gorgeous hills and mountains. We passed the town that was the headquarters of the LOTR filming for Hobbiton, but did not take the tour out to the farm. You can definitely see a lot of the Fellowship scenes around here though, everywhere you look is a sweepy expanse of green or a mountain pass covered with roiling fog. Much like Queenstown in the south, Rotorua is an adventure sports capital. Upon arriving we were taken for a tour of some of these, including a bungee, swooper (like the thing at the Ex), a concrete luge and other options. Most of us already had something in mind.

Our actual activities for the day started in a Maori village build around a thermal area that was essentially a mini Yellowstone. It’s a real working village but they let visitors in from 8-5 to look around. Steam rises everywhere and that lovely yellow sulphur haze and smell spreads everywhere. The Maori here often cook food in steam ovens  connected to the vents. Our lunch was chicken, corned beef steamed in one of these ovens as well as some vegetables bagged in cheesecloth and dropped directly into a hot pool. The desert was the high point of the meal for me as they served steamed, brit style pudding with mango pears and cream. Everything ended with a great Maori dance show that was similar to the one I’d seen before, but with some new elements.

I’d been looking forward to the afternoon for quite a while though, a short but fun rafting trip with some killer drops including a 7m plunge (photos to come once we get them off the photo CD we bought.) In some ways it was a bit disappointing due to the short length, I’m certainly more used the 3 hour type trip. The drops made up for it intensity though, several of them being of the type where you have to PADDLE PADDLE PADDLE then throw yourselves down into the boat. As usual being a big guy who can paddle I was put up at the front and I’m fairly sure at the bottom of the 7m plunge I was a solid 10 feet underwater.

Group dinner at the Fat Dog cafe followed, tasty food in enormous portions. (as pictured below) Most of us are now so wrecked though that we’re lying near comatose in bed at 11pm here. Definitely no update tomorrow as we’re out in a national park campground, but I’ll be doing some whitewater Kayaking that will hopefully make up for the missed one.

Kia Ora everyone!

AA Day 3: Tsunami Days (Hahei)

Apologies if the next two updates are rough, both were written while I was in quite a tired state.

Just after posting the last update I heard about the terrible quake in Japan and the subsequent tsunami warnings for NZ. Thankfully anything that got there wasn’t going to be an issue that far up the hills in Auckland so I slept pretty soundly..

The next morning I was joining up with my tour group and heading east into the Coromandel region. Made the fun mistake of almost getting on the wrong adventure tours bus, but eventually I was picked up by the bus heading in the right direction. To Chris and Jodi it turns out I do have your tour guide, great guy though misguided since he says you’re wonderful people.  I’m the only canuck on the tour and the rest are a fairly diverse mix, a couple aussies, several brits, several germans and a scattering of other euros.

We started out with a stop at Mt. Eden, a mostly (hopefully?) quiet volcano that was once home to a Maori fortified village or Pa. Climbing the road at high speed in a tour bus (though the adventure tour ones are tiny nimble ones) turned out to be training for later that day. Once at the top there were great views of Auckland in all directions and a path around the cone. The depths of the cone are a sacred Maori site so people are asked to stay out. We also heard about april 1 1985 where a group of students started a large tire fire then phoned in Volcano tips to local news outlets, causing a 1km radius to be evacuated at 6 in the morning.

On the way to Coromandel we passed through lots of rolling farmland covered in rich Volcanic soil. Every few kilometres there was a road information sign. Most were now saying, Tidal Surges or Tsunami Warning, stay off beaches. Our tour guide insisted that we’d completely miss the surge since we were supposed to be doing a sunset kayak. We had a quickie food stop where I picked up some delicious pear cider and some lunch. Lunch was by the side of a swimming hole well known by our guide, and nearly got the bus stuck between some trees and the bank. Two stoned old dudes came down not long after and showed us how  to place some bread in the water and lure some freshwater eels, very cool to see. Getting to the coast from there was an intense road, endless switchbacks and blind corners over sudden cliffs. Amazing, but I don’t even our driver.

Once we arrived at the town of Hahei, the plan of action for the afternoon was a quick swim, followed by a sea kayak expedition into Cathedral Cove. I’m told the bay we were swimming in was used for some of the shots in Voyage of the Dawntreader, I’ll have to go back and look but I can absolutely believe it. Beautiful blue green water, lots of islands keeping the waves manageable and some great body surfing. Unfortunately the government didn’t feel the same way, and just as we were about to depart on our Kayaks we found out that a warning for further surges was still in force. Despite knowing nothing would happen the operator had to say no and because the walk down the cliff had been washed out in a storm some months previously we didn’t get to see the cove. Sad, but saves me some money for other excursions. (Update: watch was apparently cancelled only 30 mins after had to give up waiting)

Instead since the tides were better, though behaving wackily we went down to the hot water beach. Another reminder that we’re all clambering around on top of a volcano that wants to kill us during what is clearly a seismically interesting season. Hot water bubbles up through patches of the sand and as your feet sink deeper they begin to burn. It’s a fascinating sensation, and many people dig their own hot tubs in the sand. Again Tsunami time messed things up for us though as the tide could not decide if it was going out or not and we couldn’t really dig tubs. Sinking into bubbling hot sand was still a blast, though if you waited too long you got some tingling feet.

Our meal that night was a giant barbecue prepared by Ali our guide, meat to order, potatoes and veg and ice cream for dessert. Absolutely delicious and served right next to my first really good view of the southern hemisphere stars. In fact the stars were shining so bright that we walked back down and along the beach enjoying the view over the pacific. My first view of the southern cross, great view of visible milky way and a gorgeous moon hanging above the bay to the north.

Antipodean Adventure Part 2: The Bus Stops here

Day 2:

Finally feeling refreshed after a bit of a sleep in (at least compared the previous few days,) I started off my day by posting my day 1 rundown on the blog and throwing out a few emails.

The day before one of the other guys sitting around the dining area had mentioned that the Auckland Museum was well worth the trip, not just for the exhibits but also for the views from the high point it’s situated on. A quick check at the front desk for which way to go and I was on my way. The walk was particularly interesting, taking me through a couple streets I’d explored before, before sending me across a bus only bridge that crossed the motorway. The middle of this bridge offered some panoramic views of the port area of town. Even more interesting was a tiny cemetery dating from the relatively early days of Auckland. Founded not long after the city was, burials were relatively quickly restricted, then stopped due to concerns from local residents about the health impact on groundwater etc. What remains are many graves and their stones from the mid 19th century. Most are in amazingly good shape and covered in a canopy of trees and moss that lends the whole place a delightfully spooky air. Sadly I didn’t get a chance to go back at dusk.

A little ways after crossing the bridge I came to the Auckland Domain, a large relatively central park that made me think very much of Assiniboine park back home. This comparison was reinforced by the Cricket Ovals I passed at the entrance (understandably on a much larger scale than back home) as well as signs pointing towards a duck pond.  However, instead of a pavilion and band shell in the centre, this park had a steeply rising hill capped with the Auckland Museum and cenotaph. The view was worth it alone.

The museum itself has a large exhibition on the effects of war on New Zealand, a natural history section focusing greatly on the Maori view of flora and fauna as well as a large exhibit on volcanoes and how they’ll kill us all. The centerpiece however is their collection of Maori artefacts and the Maori cultural exhibition.

The cultural exhibition was quite good, though not cheap for what was basically a half hour show. Dancer/performers in native garb took the audience through a variety of their arts. After opening with a welcoming dance and some explanations, we were shown a variety of games, mostly designed as exercise and training for battle. The presentation ended with the Haka as made famous by the All-Blacks rugby squad. It was every bit as impressive and intimidating sounding as I expected, though I’m hoping when my tour does the big maori stop I’ll get to see it again. Once I’m somewhere with less expensive/free internet I’ll upload the video I took.

The experience continued with a truly stunning variety of different Maori exhibits. Woodcarvings, ancestral posts from fortified villages, carving tools, weapons and implements made from basalt and jade filled the first floor of the museum. Some of the most impressive pieces included the full canoe with intricately carved prow and stern and a massive jade adze that was so beautiful I can’t imagine anyone ever actually using it as a tool. However, the true highlights for me were the authentic buildings preserved inside the museum.  Large structures, almost every inch intricately carved with ancestral figures, tongues stuck out in an intimidating manner and eyes inlaid with shell material. To expand on the Maori examples, there were also several galleries full of similar artefacts from other pacific island nations such as Fiji, Tonga and the Cook islands.

Moving upstairs, I got to discover the Maori version of NZ natural history as well as see a few stuffed examples of the local wildlife including the adorable Kiwi, and a massive Cassowary that convinced me that if I see one in the wild it definitely needs to be from a distance. There is something definitely prehistoric about those things, and an Ostrich sized bird that can disembowel you easily is not to be trifled with. That’s an Australia thing though and they’re extremely rare. The last exhibit on the floor was all about volcanoes. I’d realized that NZ had a few, but the museum enjoyed highlighting the fact that the reason the view was so great was that they were on the lip of the crater of a still quite active volcanic system. In this exhibit was a small typical kiwi living room where you were invited to sit and experience the beginning of a major eruption in Auckland harbour. We got a view of the harbour out our “window” as it began to steam and bubble, then as the full eruption hit our house began to shake then violently crack as the blast wave hit. It was really well done and carefully presented to encourage Kiwis to learn their earthquake/volcano evacuation plans. I can imagine this is fairly present on everyone’s mind here after Christchurch’s major seismic issues last month.

The final main area was a combination of an exhibit similar to the Manitoba Museum’s life in Winnipeg in the past and a miniature version of the War museum in Ottawa. All of New Zealand’s wars are represented, beginning with the British wars against the native inhabitants. This in particular was done in an effective manner with one room divided in two, with each side being the war from either the colonial or Maori perspective. The rest of the exhibit was devoted to more recent wars where the story of the New Zealand (and Australian) contribution to the allied war effort is told. Much like Canada, Australia and New Zealand seem to have come of age as a result of these conflicts and it was interesting to add another colonial perspective to what I know of Canada’s role. The final exhibit was a collection of British/NZ honours and medals, unfortunately, their only Canadian example was the North West service medal given to soldiers who participated in quelling the Metis uprising (Riel mentioned briefly in a very Brit-sided view /rolleyes.)

I’d honestly figured the museum would probably take up two hours of my day, but I ended up spending 4 hours wandering the halls, completely neglecting to have lunch. I’d made myself dinner in the hostel the night before so I figured I could treat myself this evening and found a nice bistro with a patio overlooking a public square in one of the shopping districts after some walking. Newest NZ culinary lesson learned? They like to put lettuce and tomato on a steak sandwich, just wrong. Delicious regardless though.

The last bit of excitement for the day came after I spent some time browsing up and down the rest of the street and caught the nice downtown ring bus they have that goes right by my hostel. Two corners into my journey, the driver apparently wasn’t paying close enough attention and missed a light changing. *Smack* we’ve crunched the back of some woman’s sedan. The driver came to check that we were all alright (thankfully everyone was, it takes something a lot nastier than that to move a bus much) then went out to check on the victim. These buses have video feeds of various places on the bus as well as a forward camera so we could see quite well. She was alright too, but as he backed the bus up a bit so they could see the damage her trunk looked quite squished. I felt sorry for the driver as I recognized the car, a full sized Mercedes that I believe Top Gear informed me goes for 150k euros+ so lord knows what it costs here. All these worries I’ve had about getting smacked by traffic and THIS is what happens.

Tomorrow is the start of my big tour (the bus leaves at 8) and I decided to make it a relatively early night despite a new Chilean roomie who plans to go party til late. At the very least he’s made me feel better about the amount of stuff I packed. I’m peeved because my one main back is pretty much full if I empty my day pack. This guy has two full sized suitcases, several shopping bags with shows and other things and 5 shopping bags from his purchases today.

I have no idea what the accommodations are like the first night or two of the tour so there may not be any updates for a bit, there should definitely be some good pics once I do upload again though so stay tuned.

Tristan’s Antipodean Adventure: Part the First (Airplanes and Airports)

Only a few more hours left until I head out, last of my trip preparations are underway. I’ve actually gotten a mini video cam thanks to my father so you may see the occasional short video clip pop up here during my trip.

This post will be a general travel update and first couple days thing until I have time to write a proper update with pictures and whatnot, I’ll update it with quick snippets as I find free wifi.

4am comes awfully early, doubly so when you only finally managed to get to bed at 11:30, triply so when your bedtime for two months has been more like 2:30am. Probably could have slept in another 45 mins though as the roads and airport were as deserted as you’d expect at 4:30am. The flight to Calgary was uneventful but dull, crammed into a CRJ with minimal luggage space. Calgary was even more deserted, with a ridiculous transshipment to usa trek across the entire airport, only to be told I couldn’t even go through customs until 2 hours pre-flight. Once I finally got on it the flight to LA was pleasant enough. Seatback movies and a ton of legroom on those new embraer jets they’re using, with the added bonus of no one right next to me.

LAX meant a 7ish hour layover of no fun trapped in a smallish terminal because they were renovating how security worked and leaving that area would have meant re-clearing security. I ended up reading 1.5 of my 3 books travelling with me and likely would have gone through more if it hadn’t been for the extraordinary conversations I began to hear from the telephone bank nearby. Turns out I was sharing the flight with a massive mob of mormon missionaries (aliteration!) and I guess they’d been at Missionary training for a while or something because they were all calling home before leaving. I’m not sure if these guys were all going to the same place, but I heard at least one member of the group mention Tonga. One big blonde kid was of particular entertainment value, repeatedly commenting on how he was looking forward to sampling dog and horse meat and how different the culture was. He proceeded to repeat this to at least 9 different relatives, clocking in an overall time on these payphones of at least an hour and a half. It wasn’t that I was trying to eavesdrop, but the kid had one hell of a voice. My heart kind of sank once I realized they were mormons though as I had little desire to be preached to if I ended up next to one of them on the flight, especially after the blonde kid started thanking his brother for all his ski stories, because he’d been sitting next to a professional ski photographer while flying into LAX and those stories had been his “segue into talking about the gospel.” I can smile and nod, but a 12.5 hour flight promised to be an endurance test if I lost seat roulette. Annoying they seem to planning to board a Virgin Atlantic 747 at the exact same time at the gate right next to mine so I doubt we’ll be getting out on time.

—— Arrived in Auckland earlier than planned after spending a trip with that holiest of holy, happy strokes of luck. An empty seat between myself and another broad-shouldered fellow. Definitely makes a 13ish hour flight more bearable to be able to throw some extra stuff on the seat beside you and stretch out. I do have to commend Air NZ though, fantastic legroom to begin with for an economy section and top notch service throughout. My only complaint would be the boarding process, but that was likely LAX’s idiocy in boarding two 747’s at adjacent gates that use the same entry hallway to get to their jetways, as if there was any chance we’d be able to do things properly. We raced the dawn all the way across the pacific and it was only as we crossed the international date line that we began to see a hint of pink behind us, real light beginning to illuminate what was below us just as we crossed the coast to watch Kiwis beginning to head to work. Speaking of that date line, I don’t care how many times I make this kind of trip in my lifetime, nothing will make it normal that March 9th just disappeared on me. I was at least able to grab a few hours sleep on that flight, something I rarely do.

Auckland at first sight is a beautiful city, I got a very Vancouver/Victoria feel at first until I realized how many dwelling roofs were tiled in a distinctly south pacific way. (see also a fair number of palm and gum trees once one began to look closer.) A quickie backpacker shuttle conventiently dropped me all of a block from my hostel where I’ve happily been upgraded to a double for the duration of my 2 day stay. I’m waiting for my three week tour of NZ to begin (and it leaves directly from this hostel.) As I write this I’m sitting in the sun room/bistro/kitchen watching several little birds nibble at crumbs. Mosquito screens appear to be nonexistant here, hopefully a bit more prevalent once I’m in the Dengue fever zone (especially this year I’m told) in Queensland. Oh well, now that my batteries are recharged it’s time to go explore round the harbor.

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After some exploring it very much reminds me of a combination of Vancouver and San Francisco. It’s much hillier here than I first realized, most of them running down into the harbor where some beautiful yachts are parked. I have thus far managed to avoid being pancaked by looking the wrong way while crossing a street, but I have to say the flipped left and right way cut turns really play a number on your brain. Crosswalk indicators also seem to take an interminable amount of time to activate but I have thus far stuck to my travelling maxim of “Never jaywalk on your first day in a city.”

Many familiar sights to a north american as well, Wendy’s McDonalds and Burger King are all within a ten minute walk of the hostel. In a way, it seems very much like a retarded US/Canada. Here I use retarded in the sense of canada in the late 90s. There are phone booths everywhere (when is the last time you saw a cluster of phone booths on multiple street corners, even in the most touristy places in north america?), internet cafes are abundant (high speed internet is apparently still quite new and expensive in many areas of NZ/Aus, hence the no free wifi in every restaurant/pub/grocery store.) Everything seems very expensive as well, even with the exchange rate (I think I bought at 0.75 cdn = 1 nzd) some prices seem ludicrous. I’ve heard aussie gamers complain for years about prices and censorship, but I really wish I’d picked up another DS game before I left for rainy days and whatnot. Cocktails at a few places I looked at down by the harbour were at least $15, here’s hoping things are a little more reasonable at the places farther from the cruise ships. On that note I’m planning on doing a pub crawl for charity tonight, raising funds for earthquake relief in Christchurch.

As for the blog, for the next while at least I’m going to write a short snippet whenever I’m bored and have my laptop, but given the ludicrous price of internet here I’ll probably just do a batch upload every so often with pictures only being added when I have a cheap or free option.

Sorry for the wacky formatting, something weird happening.

Tristan’s Antipodean Adventure: Prologue

 

Packing.

Is there ANYTHING more frustrating than packing for a long journey with minimal space? The endless second guessing of what to take and what to leave behind has led me to take a break and start my travelogue posts a little bit early. As I write this I’ve just received confirmation that my New Zealand adventure tour is all set (though I imagine our time in Christchurch will be minimized from the original plan given earthquake aftermath.)  In a few short days I’ll be hiking those beautiful mountains from Lord of the Rings, snorkeling with turtles and clownfish and perhaps even swimming with dolphins. Winnipeg weather is conspiring to give me a frigid send off to remind me of what I’m escaping.

Since so many family/friends wanted to keep up with how the trip is going and I didn’t feel like sending out mass emails, I figure I’ll update  with travel posts here on occasion. Don’t expect much for the first bit though as I recover from 28 odd hours of airport/flight time and spend some time getting to know my tour mates. I’ll be checking my usual email addy(s) when I can though, and likely checking on facebook as well.

See you all in time for sandbagging!

So yeah… about that updating.

This term has turned out to be one of the most hellish experiences of my life, however… some 13 days from now (one prof willing,) I’ll be free of school forever. Hopefully with some of those fancypants letters next to my name too.

If all goes as planned this will subsequently become my travel blog.

On the road…

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I’ll be moving home in the next week or so (including a 2500km-ish drive) so updates will likely be non-existant. Twitter updates if anything, but international data charges are beyond stupid so I’ll probably have the phone off. Hopefully I’ll have some fun pics once I’m home at least.

I never knew that Roger Ebert was such a good writer…

I randomly ended up on Roger’s blog a while back and came across this post on the topic of racism. I could explain further, but I humbly implore you simply to READ MORE.