Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Through My Lens - A Little More New Zealand
Monday, December 30, 2013
New Zealand Diary - Raglan, Bridal Falls, Auckland Botanical Garden
Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Bob pulls the car up into the driveway long enough for us to
load our stuff and leave. Wipers sloshing rain, we say goodbye to Waitomo and
check our map to see our choices of routes to Auckland. We have until six p.m.
to get to the car rental place and our flight to LAX doesn’t leave until 10:45.
The slower route would take us near the Tasman Sea one last time so we opt for
that and bypass Hamilton.
Not far from Waitomo, as we head north, the sun comes out. I
smile and give thanks. A little sun always lifts the spirit.
The sun still shining, we end up in a little town called
Raglan. It sits on a harbor that looks out to the Tasman. We walk around a bit
and find a nice little place at a cafe where we can sit and enjoy some coffee
and tea outdoors.

We drive in the direction of the surfer beach and stand
above it to see if anyone is surfing. One lone soul is trying to paddle out
against the waves and making slow if any progress. I wonder how many times he
will actually get to ride a wave back in at this rate. We give up on him and go
back to the car. As we do, we see a few others donning wet suits for a go at
the surf. Their day is just getting started I guess.
Bridal Falls was the other suggested attraction and it is a
13 km drive out of our way but we have all day and plenty of time and nothing
else planned. It can’t possibly be any nicer than the waterfall we saw
yesterday but who knows. We arrive and park the car. It’s about a ten minute
walk all the way down to the falls. Down means up again, I think, and my knees
groan at the thought.
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Bridal Falls view from the top. |
We stay on the back roads until Bob decides we may have to
pump a little gas to get us to Auckland. He’s trying to leave as little in the
tank as possible since we had to pay for a tank of gas at the outset. While we
stop for gas, we spy a McDonald’s and decide it will be a quick and easy lunch.
Besides, Bob has seen something advertised called The Legend and he wants to
try it.
Unfortunately this McDonald’s doesn’t have The Legend but an
hour or so later, we stop for coffee again in Drury and find a McD’s that does.
It’s really a disappointment. It’s a minced beef pie that tastes more like just
thick gravy inside a pastry shell. A couple of weeks ago though we did enjoy
what was called Son of Mac. It was a smaller version of the Big Mac—king of
like Whopper Jr. is to the Whopper.
We walk around Drury a bit but don’t find anything
interesting to do. It’s way too early to go to the rental car place. A cinema
might be a possibility but we really don’t want to be cooped up inside. We’ll
be inside for the next whole day. I study the map some more and see the
Auckland Botanical Garden is not far from the airport and on our way and, it’s
free!
We couldn’t have chosen more wisely. There are over 64 acres
of gardens here. We wander through those that seem to be blooming the most and
those that are just peacefully landscaped. Before long we are walking through a
huge area that is nothing but rose bushes all in bloom. There is every kind of
color and shade imaginable. One area of the rose garden is dedicated to new
hybrids they are testing. Park benches allow us to sit and soak up the sun, the
flower scents, and the peacefulness. All too soon it seems we have to be on our
way. It’s time.

Lady Garmon gets us to the rental car return and we check in. In the restroom, we change into our clean travel jeans and shirts. This will be a marathon to get home. At the airport, we check bags and go through security and then make our way to the premium lounge. We get special treatment since we won the auction to upgrade our seats.

Lady Garmon gets us to the rental car return and we check in. In the restroom, we change into our clean travel jeans and shirts. This will be a marathon to get home. At the airport, we check bags and go through security and then make our way to the premium lounge. We get special treatment since we won the auction to upgrade our seats.
The premium lounge has a small buffet in it with some salads
and a few hot snacks. I sample a little but save my appetite for our plane
trip. Since we are flying all night, eating late will help to simulate getting
closer in time to what it is back home. Of course spending nine hours in LAX
will mess things up. My poor body is not going to know what time it is or what
day for that matter until maybe next week. Ah, the joys of travel. But our 26
hours or so of travel will give me plenty of time to reflect on what a
wonderful time we had in New Zealand.

Labels:
Auckland,
Auckland Botanical Garden,
Bridal Falls,
New Zealand,
Raglan
Friday, December 27, 2013
New Zealand Diary - Waitomo Glow Worm Caves
These last few days seem to have flown by. While it will be
nice to go home after being away so long, I’m going to miss this beautiful
country, its people, and especially the time Bob and I have had together here.
I soak up all that I can while we drive to our first stop this morning, a walk
that is called the White Cliffs.
We have a little trouble finding the walk but finally see a
sign that looks promising. A lady is standing near it and asks us about the
White Cliffs walk. She has a book in her hand that explains several walks in
the area the shortest being four hours long.
She returns to her car to get her gear but not before telling us she has
packed food and water. She’s obviously going it alone.
Four hours is way too long but we decide that we can at
least go part way and turn around. The climb to the top of the hill where the
walk starts is steep and graveled. It is really a road leading to a small
community but it doesn’t allow public access except by foot. When we see at the
top that the track ahead is really just road and open, rather than in a wooded
area, we turn around and head back down. We’ve seen the white cliffs, taken a
picture, and that’s enough.
At the sign next to where we’ve parked, we stop one more
time and notice it says that if you are hiking alone you should be sure someone
knows your itinerary. The lady walks past us to start up the road and Bob asks
her name. Marion, she says. Bob points to the sign and says we just wanted to
know in case we hear there’s a Marion missing we can tell someone we saw her.
She laughs and starts up the hill—with a lot more gusto than we had.

On our arrival in Waitomo, we pass by our B&B and go
directly to the track that we plan to hike when it gets dark to see glow worms.
There is no charge for this. The track also has a huge cave and when we find it
we find several glow worms glowing there in the darker recesses. I wonder if we
will have to hike to the cave after dark? If so I’m backing out. I’ve already
been lightheaded and had to stretch out on one of the resting benches on the
way. We must be at a higher altitude and the stress of climbing steps and steep
inclines is getting to me.

We have plenty of afternoon left and decide to try to find
the natural bridge walk and the Marokopa
waterfall that is on the local map. The road we take is the wrong one and we
don’t realize our mistake until we have circled around the area for an hour
without seeing any signs for either site. We end up back on the highway south
of Waitopo and turn off once again to pass our B&B. Determined, this time
we go back and see the correct road and find our way to the Magapohue Natural
Bridge.
The walk to the bridge is an easy fifteen minutes and we
enjoy being outdoors and getting some exercise. The natural bridge arches above
us, formed when the roof of a cave collapsed many years ago. Our guide book
says it is especially dazzling at night as there are hundreds of glow worms
that light up. Thanks, but no thanks.

Another fifteen minute walk rewards us with the best
waterfall we have seen the whole trip. Nothing like saving the best for last
but who knew it would be this good? The waterfall almost looks like a tiered
wedding cake. As I take some pictures, I hear Bob strike up a conversation with
a lady who is waving to her husband below us. They are from the camper blocking
the sign. Bob teases her a bit about it and we learn that they are Australian
and come to New Zealand every year for the summer. Kind of like snobirds in
reverse.

There are not a lot of choices for dinner but across the
street is a promising place and we try it out. As we think over our five week
adventure, we conclude that we really haven’t had a bad meal anywhere. Tonight
is no exception.
Back in our room, I make coffee one last time in the plunger
coffee pot before cleaning it out and packing it carefully in the middle of the
suitcase. I think it will make it home all right. (Add coffee plunger to the
list of odd souvenirs I’ve collected.) When it is twilight, we grab our
flashlight and camera and drive to the entrance to the Ruakuri Cave walk. By
the time we get there and walk to where the rock cliffs are, it should be
getting pretty dark.

As we turn to go back, a group of young adults is coming at
us on the track. A couple of them have those headband flashlights on and they
nearly blind us with them. They ask where the glow worms are. With their bright
lights they aren’t seeing them. We suggest they tone down the light, let their
eyes adjust and look around. As we walk away, we can hear their surprise as
they begin to see the blue dots of light.
It’s another rainy night and as we settle into bed, I hope for a brighter day tomorrow. It’s our last day here in New Zealand and I would love for it to be good weather.
Thursday, December 26, 2013
New Zealand Diary - Durie Tower and Elevator, Tram Museum, Dawson Falls
Our goal last night was to get all of our clean clothes in
one suitcase for the rest of the trip and everything we don’t need into the
other. There are a couple more bed and breakfast stops and it’s always hard to
know if we will have to lug a suitcase up stairs. If we do, now it will only be
one. Hopefully I have organized them well and we will be fine for the next
couple of nights.
The Durie Hill Elevator and Tower are our first stops for
the morning. Actually we take the elevator to the top of the hill where the
tower is. There is a long tunnel, about 600 feet, that leads to the elevator
and over the entrance it says 1916. Is that the age of the tunnel?
At the end of the tunnel is a metal door and a doorbell to
call the elevator. Bob pushes it and we hear the mechanics of the lift. The
metal door opens and a lady steps out and smiles at us. Bob asks if we can get
a ride up and hands her $4 NZD for the two of us for our ride. She invites us
to enter what seems like just a big metal box and she pulls the metal door
shut. I am grateful I’m not claustrophobic.

At the top, we climb the rest of the hill to the Tower. It
is a memorial to those from the city who died in World War I. There are 175
steps to the top. We haven’t had our climb yet for the morning so we start up.
No sooner have we circled around the center three or four times and a jogger
comes running down. We flatten against the wall. He mumbles a g’day and we
start up again.
Now I may not be too claustrophobic but I do get a bit dizzy
and winded on circular stairs. I stop for a breather and to set my equilibrium
straight again and suddenly the jogger who went down runs up the stairs past
us. I look at Bob and we both shake our heads. This guy is no spring chicken
either.

The view from the top of the tower is nice but not really
significant for us. Perhaps if we’d had more time to spend in the area we would
recognize more things. The only thing we find familiar is the steamboat side
paddler we saw last night.

The museum is actually just a large structure that houses a
restored tram. Between 1909 and 1912, twelve trams came into service in
Wangarui. Of those, only three survive. The restored tram on display is the
Number 12. The tram system was closed in 1950 but the Number 12 had not been
run since 1940. It was purchased and stored and then purchased again before
coming back to Wangarui and becoming the project of an incorporated society
dedicated to the restoration of the tram for historical preservation.

After Bob gets several earfuls of answers to his questions
about some of the electrical gadgets and operational machinery, we decide to
get on our way. New Plymouth is our next destination and we have several more
places to stop along the way.
Our first stop is at the Hawera Water Tower. Why? I ask.
Perhaps just because it’s there? The sign says 115 steps. I say no but after
looking at the tower and snapping a picture, I am tempted to say, “Rapunzel,
Rapunzel, let down your hair!” On to our next stop.

Below the power plant and down the road a bit is the walk to
Dawson Falls. It takes a little while and a few—make that lots of steps to get
there and once again we have a picture of a waterfall. It will be interesting
to count them all when I get home. Kind of reminds me of all the iguana pictures
we took in Galapagos.

Next it is down the mountain and on to New Plymouth.
In New Plymouth we find the Information Center and gather
some. . .information, of course. There is a nice boardwalk along the shore of
the Tasman Sea here and we stretch our legs a bit. A turn up and away from the
shore and we explore the town center. After the delightful town center at
Wanganui, we are a bit disappointed. The buildings here are just city buildings
and nothing as quaint or interesting as Wanganui.


After dinner we go down to the coastal walkway again and
find a park bench to watch the fading rays of the sun. Families with kids on
scooters and teens on skateboards pass us by as well as the occasional
four-legged friends that want to check us out on the way by. It’s a nice
relaxing evening and a time to just be together—as if we weren’t together the
last four and a half weeks. Hah!

Labels:
Dawson Power Plant and Falls,
Durie Elevator and Tower,
New Plymouth,
New Zealand,
Tram Museum,
Wanganui
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
New Zealand - Ferry to the North Island, Wanganui
Just down the road from our B and B is a Baptist church about
the size of our church back home. We decide to pay a visit since we have the
morning free before it’s time to line up our car for the ferry to Wellington on
the North Island. After saying goodbye to our hosts, we find a little marina
just around the corner from the church and wait there for a bit until it’s time
for church. The morning couldn’t be more perfect, blue skies, white puffy
clouds and calm winds.


Bob and I catch a quick lunch of a shared sandwich, chips (salt
and vinegar again) and a diet Coke. Then we head for the outdoors to catch the
views of the sound that we couldn’t see on our trip over in the rain a couple
of weeks ago. We find a spot at the back of the boat that is protected from the
wind and I start snapping away. It is so hard to stop taking pictures as each
new twist and turn of the ferry reveals another spectacular view.
Along the way we pass a couple of places that look like mussel farms. I feel sad that I won't have another chance at those wonderful mussels from the Mussel Pot.

As we near Wellington I see the dark clouds have gathered
again. I take a shot of the city from the ferry but it’s still looking a bit
dismal.
In the car waiting for the signal to drive off, I enter our
destination for Lady Garmon to find. She’s a bit ornery because inside the
ferry, she can’t get the satellite signal. I turn her off until we exit. It
only takes a moment once we are free of the ferry and she’s giving directions.


We use the last of the evening light to take a few pictures of the main street. I wish we were staying here longer. I’d love to explore this place more.

Labels:
Interislander Ferry,
New Zealand,
Picton,
Wanganui
Monday, December 23, 2013
New Zealand Diary - Picton
Saturday, November 2, 2013

The host of the B and B in Picton had asked us to arrive
early if we could because of an event they
plan to attend. It is less than a two hour drive on mostly straight
roads to Picton and we are enjoying the ride in sunshine. As we near Blenheim
where we will make a turn to Picton, we are amazed at the acres and acres of
grape vineyards. At one point they stretch as far as the eye can see. I wonder
who harvests all of those grapes? Could they all be picked by hand? I make a
note to check to see if there is such a thing as a grape harvesting machine.
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Sorry, the muffin's all gone. |
Just a little after ten, we arrive at the Echo Lodge in
Picton and check in with our host. The room is not ready but we get our key so
that we can return after our day of activities. Right now a cup of coffee
sounds good. We find a parking spot near the aquarium and Information Center
that is good for four hours. Our tickets for the ferry for tomorrow are good
for the 1:05 but we check in with the ticket office to see if we can get them
changed to an earlier ferry to Wellilngton and get a better start to the day.
No such luck. It turns out that one of the ferries will be
out of commission for maintenance so the morning ferry is canceled. On our way
back to the Information Center, we discover a sign that tells us entrance to
the Edwin Fox ship exhibit and museum is free for the day. We check on the
hours and promise to return later.
At the IC we enquire about what easy tracks there are
around. We’d like a walk but not a climb. The lady points out one she thinks
will fit our needs and we go off to find a coffee and muffin. The day couldn’t
be more perfect for enjoying it outside with a view of the harbor and a close encounter with the wildlife on the street--ducks.
Main street in Picton is full of neat little shops and
cafes. We wander a bit and find a gift for someone for Christmas then find our
way to the track that is to lead to Bob’s Bay. The walk is not as easy as we
anticipated. There are some good climbs up but they are interspersed with some
level spaces which help us recover and of course the decline to Bob’s Bay and
the beach.

As he passes us, Bob asks about the water and from his
response, I deduce he is likely German or Austrian. I’m probably wrong but I
doubt he’s a lifelong Kiwi. He heads to the end of the beach where an
outcropping of rocks allows for a more dramatic entrance to the water and
plunges in but not for long. He passes by us again with a big grin as if to
say, yes, I did it, and then pops on his earphones sits on the beach and has
his lunch.
We would like to see the ferry leave and pass by us but we
wait almost fifteen minutes past departure time and there doesn’t appear to be
any movement in our direction. Three dogs run past us and into the water, turn
and expectantly wait for their master. Sure enough he has a stick and they are
rewarded with a swim out to fetch. Amazingly the littlest dog gets the stick
first. I turn to Bob and suggest we leave before we get a doggy shower.

By the time we reach town again, I’m thirsty and hungry.
We’d forgotten to bring our water bottle with us but it’s time for lunch
anyway. We find something we like at the same café where we had our coffee earlier
and sit outside to enjoy the sandwich and drinks.


It is amazing how well preserved the ship is considering the
years it sat out in the weather. The top deck is missing and only a small part
of the other deck is restored to show what it might have looked like back in
its day. Below in the hull where all the goods were held there is a small area
restored to show what it looked like for passengers. Its size surprises me. And
the fact that we can walk on the actual wood of the ship does too since they
are trying to preserve it.
The museum is interesting but we don’t linger. It’s too nice
outside to spend time in a building smelling of artifacts. Outside again, we
head for the car. It’s time to go to the place we want to revisit for dinner,
The Mussel Pot. It is a forty-five minute ride and some of the twistiest road
we have traveled. The last time we were this way, it was raining. This time we
get to see the beautiful views we missed in the haze and rain.

The marina draws us and we see a sign that advertises a café
there. To our good fortune, the café is open and has a wonderful outdoor deck
that overlooks the marina. We sip coffee and tea and relax while we speculate
where people have taken their boats for the day and what we might have done if
we still had our sailboat. We decide selling the boat was good as we much
prefer to travel further than our sailboat would have taken us.
A little while more on a park bench savoring the warm sun
and we are on our way back to The Mussel Pot. Our green lipped mussels are
every bit as good the second time around and I am so glad we came back.
On our drive back to Picton we stop several times for
pictures. I wonder how many pictures I really need of these scenes but they are
too spectacular to pass up. I have a lot of work ahead of me when we get home
to weed them all out.
We drop our things in our room at the Echo Lodge and then
take a short walk to stretch our legs. When we return we join a couple from
Canada in the guest lounge for a cup of coffee and a tasty treat of fruit bread
that our host has baked and left for us to enjoy. We swap travel stories for a
bit and then excuse ourselves to our room. Since we couldn’t change our ferry
tickets for an earlier departure we need to find a church service in the area.
Lucky for us, we find the perfect answer.
Friday, December 20, 2013
New Zealand Diary - Denniston Mines, Buller Gorge Swing Bridge, Pancake Rocks
There is nothing like opening your door to go out and find
the motel manager standing right there. He has his laptop in hand checking out
the signal of the WiFi. He asks Bob if he’s getting any signal and explains
that something has gone haywire with the repeater. He apologizes profusely. He
even offered to let Bob use his personal account. Bob graciously declined. We
sit in the car by the office for a minute to check email and discover that we
have won the auction for an upgrade on our return New Zealand Air tickets!
Whoohoo! High fives as we are on our way out of Greymouth.
We get a little rain at the start but soon the sun is
shining brightly and we are excited as we arrive at our first site, the
Punakari Pancake Rocks and Blowholes. I had watched a video on the TV in our
room of the rocks and blowhole and couldn’t understand where they’d earned
their pancake name until we got there. The rocks look like giant stacks of
stone pancakes!

We check out several other places where the surf
dramatically meets the rocks but as I take a close up picture of the rocks, I
notice the dark cloud in the background. I tell Bob we’d better pick it up and
finish. Not long after, the rain starts in earnest. We are farther away from
the car than I thought and we are huffing and puffing by the time we get there.
My sweater is wet but the camera tucked under it seems to have survived all
right.

About 50 feet up the walk, we meet a Weka (woodhen). We saw
them at Shantytown just a day ago. It isn’t afraid of us at all and in fact
appears to be begging for a handout. The rain starts in a little harder and we
would put up the umbrella but it is awfully windy. As we round the bend to the
big lookout area to see the seal colony that is there, it pours. Not only does
it pour it hails—little pebbles of ice. Bob puts up the umbrella and we hope
for the best as we start back to the car.

We meet several more Wekas along the way. When they decide
they are not getting a handout, they run from us. They resemble chickens when
they run.
On a rise, we can see just the tip of the lighthouse that is
on the other side of another outcropping of rock and too far away for us to
want to walk any farther. We turn back, greet the Wekas again and go back to
the car park where Bob feeds the Weka there by hand. A couple of gulls enjoy
catching some bread pieces in the air.

Lady Garmon has no idea of where we want to go but I finally
get her to lead us to the little town on the map where we would need to turn to
get to Denniston. It turns out Denniston was a town way on top of a small
mountain that was established when they began mining coal from the mountain.
Only two houses still exist in the town that used to have a population of 1500.
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From here it's all down hill! |
It is an amazing story of how they did all of the mining. The
mine was at the top of a mountain plateau more than 1500 feet up from where the
coal needed to go to be shipped. The men rigged a railway called the Incline.
With cables, counterweights, huge hydraulic brakes, etc., they were able to
raise and lower rail cars full of coal from the Rochfort Plateau to the Conns
Creek Yards below. From there it could be transported by locomotive to the
shipping harbor. The Incline operated from 1879 to 1967. There are great
pictures at the Denniston
Experience website that show the Incline.


There is a 20 minute loop walk that takes us past some
places that are marked as the fault line for the earthquake that happened there
in the early 1900s. Then we pass some signs on a tree that show how high the
water got in a couple of floods of years past, the most recent being 2012. We
pass by the zip line return option (for an extra cost) and follow the bridge
signs to go back across the river. I prefer the bridge to the zip line.

I promise to make coffee when we arrive in St. Arnaud and we
travel on. There is a little spot of rain here and there but mostly sun that
actually makes for steamy roads where the rain has fallen. The road takes us
through a beautiful river valley and finally up a little to a small
mountainside village. There are only a couple of motels, some chalets, and what
look to be some summer or maybe winter ski homes. There are two ski areas close
by.
The Alpine Lodge is busy when we arrive. This is the
starting point for a bike marathon that we saw advertised a while back as we
started out this morning. We had wondered if we would run into any of it as we
drove. Apparently it doesn’t start until tomorrow and they will be going the
opposite direction we are so we won’t have to dodge cyclists around curves and
bends in the road.

The lake is an easy walk from the Lodge. Birds are singing
and the wind has stopped blowing so hard making it a bit warmer. I am learning
that 9°C can be a bit chilly when there’s a cool wind blowing. While Bob walks
around checking out all the signage from the park, I sit and just absorb the
calm water, the sleeping ducks, the surrounding mountains, and listen to the
birds sing. It is so peaceful. I just want to soak up the peace. Wish I could
bottle it but it will have to reside somewhere in my memory where I can pull it
out when needed.
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