Hello all,

This will be the last post of our adventure. If you have been following along you will have noticed that the posts have sort of stopped. It is because we are in Australia now and have had very bad and spotty internet access. And since we will be heading home in just about two weeks this will be the last post. Western Australia is really the “out back”. I don’t think, technically it’s considered the out back but it sure is barren. We flew from Perth up to Exmouth to dive with the whale sharks and do a bit of scuba diving in the Ningaloo marine preserve. Both were amazing. We then drove for 7 and a half hours to a place called Monkey Mia which is on Shark Bay and I can tell you that there is nothing, I mean NOTHING in between these two places. When we left Monkey Mia and drove to Kalbarri it was another 5 hours and again, nothing. This is a very big and barren country. But there is a raw beauty in the landscape. Anyway we will be heading to Sydney in a couple of days, then up to Cairns to scuba dive on the Great Barrier Reef. Then we start our journey home. We will be back in Boulder on the 3rd of May.

Western Australia.  8 hours of this.

Oh they have these little flies there too.  They don’t bite but are annoying as hell.  Note the head netting.

See you all soon.

Spence and Barb

Note: We have a pretty crappy internet connection right now. I will add pictures when we have a better connection.

Spence
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Next stop, Coopers Beach, a small town on Doubtless Bay in the north end of the North Island. We stayed at one of the nicest accommodations we’ve found yet, a small apartment below the home of an older retired couple. The house was right on the beach, with beautiful gardens surrounding the house and a nice deck from which to enjoy breakfast overlooking the bay. Our first day there we drove a couple hours further north to the end of Cape Reinga, the farthest northern point open to the public and the sight of a lovely old lighthouse. It is also where the Tasman Sea meets the Pacific Ocean and we were led to believe that there would be a significant churning of water at this point, much like on Cape Hatteras, but the water was calm with little evidence of big currents crashing into one another. We did a short hike down to the beach on the western edge of the point before heading back to Coopers Beach for an excellent Thai dinner overlooking the water.

On day two we drove out to the Karikari Peninsula, an L-shaped peninsula that creates the Doubtless Bay, sheltering it from the Pacific Ocean. We did a very short, very steep walk up to the top of another old hill/volcano, Puheke Hill, with a beautiful 360 degree view, then drove further down the peninsula for another long walk down a deserted Karikari Beach. Then back to enjoy a lovely sunset from the deck.

Then next day, before driving to Hokianga Harbour, we stopped at Ancient Kauri Kingdom. Here they drag out 30,000+ year old Kauri stumps from the swamps near by and fashion them into furniture and other wood products for sale to tourists. Kauri trees are conifers like our sequoias – they grow very old and very large but are close to extinction. It is basically illegal to cut down living kauris, so in the Cape Reinga area, they’ve found lots of old intact stumps. At this store, they had placed a trunk between the first and second floors and then carved a staircase inside the stump. It was quite beautiful, as was much of the furniture, if you don’t mind paying $4500 for a coffee table.

From there, we headed south and inland, to stop at the Ngawha Springs. Now this is a hot springs like no other I’ve seen. As our guidebook says, Sanford & Sons meets thermal resort. There were a number of wood plank lined hot pools, and again, I quote, “ with oddly named and oddlier-colored soaking pools.” It cost $4 to get in and had no showers and no toilet paper in the bathroom, and the walkways were lined with embedded bottle caps. Think Maori meets hippie. I enjoyed it but I think it may have been a bit more “rustic” than Spencer preferred – I think the film on the top of the water made him a bit uncomfortable. Or it could have been that sign in the changing room telling you not to put your head in the water due to the danger of amoebic meningitis. Can’t imagine what he was worrying about! Smelling very strongly of sulphur, we piled back in the car and headed back to the western cost to Omapere on the Hokianga Harbour.

This time we had rented a somewhat tired holiday home that had a most incredible view of the harbor out to the Tasman Sea, and with a perfect view of the sunset. The next morning we drove down to see the Waipoua Forest Kauris. This reserve is home to the big ones – huge, big kauris. The big ones have names, with the largest about a ten minute walk from the road – Tane Mahuta. It is between 1200 and 2500 years old and is 45 feet in girth and 168 feet tall. Unlike a sequoia, the trunks of these trees don’t taper much and they are shorter, with lots of big, fat branches shooting out, in this case at 58 feet up. They are really impressive. But there are very few left and they are plagued with a fungal problem and lack of habitat, as so much of the North Island is pasture. The North Island’s native habitat is like a tropical rainforest, and it’s very hard to imagine that the sheep paddocks everywhere were once that kind of forest. It’s a real shame but we humans just seem to do that. We spent much of the day doing the various tourist walks to see the big kauris and it was really time well spent. The next day we did a short walk on the Waiotemarama Bush Walk (yes, most of their place names are impossible to pronounce!), but due to rain and falling leaves and inadequate footwear, it was too slippery and so we headed back to the car after seeing the lovely waterfall.

We drove through Dargaville, the “NZ Kumara Capital” (you know it’s not too interesting when its main claim to fame is the sweet potato), and on to Matakohe, where we stayed at a lovely bed and breakfast way, way out in the middle of farm country, with nothing but rolling green hills, cows and sheep. This B & B was owned by a Kiwi lady and her French husband. They had lived for thirty years in France before “retiring” here 10 years earlier. He had taken up ironmaking/sculpture and his specialty was very modern and astoundingly comfortable metal chairs – looked like Picasso had a hand in these. He used swamp kauri for seats. They were lovely but too modern for our style. We had a lovely talk into the evening with the owners and a young couple on their honeymoon. She was from California and he was from Germany and he was doing stem cell research on Alzheimer and Parkinsons, and they lived in Germany. We got a long tour of the iron studio, where the husband had his forge, etc. The next day, we headed to the Kauri museum in town. The hostess had warned us about this museum, and her warnings proved to be correct. It was actually a wonderful museum, big with lots of gorgeous old kauri furniture, kauri gum (amber) carvings, lots of history of the logging and gum digging operations, etc. But nowhere did they mention or acknowledge that all of this industriousness had effectively wiped out the kauri trees. It was as if there were no consequences to all of this history. It was a bit odd and a bit disturbing to me. After some meat pies (a New Zealand obsession), we headed off back to Auckland.

Note:  We have a pretty crappy internet connection right now.  I will add pictures when we have a better connection.

Spence

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After recovering from our Tongariro crossing, we headed north, through Auckland and on to Snells Beach on the east coast of the North Island. It was a long driving day and put us through Auckland during the dreaded rush hour. But we arrived to a nice apartment near the beach. The next morning the owner, a big fishing enthusiast, brought us some fresh snapper from his early morning trip, which we enjoyed that evening. We drove out to the beach near the Goat Island Marine Reserve. We donned our wetsuits and snorkeling gear and headed out in low tide to see what marine life was swimming around out there. We saw mostly kelp but admittedly weren’t as patient as we should have been. The next day we headed out to Anchor Bay at the Tawharanui Regional Park. I’d say this was our first real beach day of the entire trip. We intended to do some walking out there but the beach and bay were so beautiful and it was actually warm enough to enjoy sitting on the beach and swimming in the water, so we just plunked down and didn’t move, except to the water. It was a nice relaxing day on the sand.

Our next stop was further up the east coast to Whangarei, a larger town with a large harbor and a big tourist draw. Our hosts were a couple, he from the UK, she from South Africa. Prior to NZ, they had been cruising around the world for 7 years on their 40 foot sailboat. They apparently sailed into Whangarei Harbour and never left. Their home overlooked the harbour and a lovely marina with many, many sailboats. Our first day there we drove out to Whangarei Heads and did a hike around Smugglers Bay. Then spent an hour in the carpark talking with a couple we met. The wife was walking large sections of Te Araroa, the 3000 km trail that goes from the top of the North Island to the bottom of the South Island. The husband was following along in the camper van. They were an interesting couple. The next morning at the crack of dawn, we got up to drive to Tutukaka, a bit further up the coast to pick up a dive boat to go scuba diving for the day off Poor Knights Islands. The islands are about 22 km off the coast and are a nature reserve and the water around the islands is a marine reserve. There has been a full fishing ban there for about 17 years and so there are loads of fish. In addition, some tropical fish get caught in currents and carried up there, so there is a strange combination of colder water fish and tropical fish. This is a very famous and popular dive site and we were on a large boat with about 20 other divers and snorkelers. The water was quite cold and we had to rent heavy wet suits – I felt like a cork bobbing around out there. This meant doubling the weights needed, so maneuvering around on the boat with tanks, fins and all that weight was pretty challenging, especially with about 25 people all trying to get suited up and off the boat at the same time. But once under water, it was very fun with lots of colorful and big fish, including a large ray. During a break between dives, the captain drove this large boat into a sea cave – I never thought that thing would fit in that cave! But it was very large inside and we played with the echoes for awhile. Then he drove us around the islands and gave some history of the islands and the reserves. It was a fun day and the benefit of the large group of people was that they could break us down into groups of 4 with similar diving abilities and assign a dive master to each group. All in all, it was a great day and we were glad to have made the last minute decision to give it a go.

After Masterton, we had a long drive to Taupo, a tourist town on the northern end of Lake Taupo, NZ’s largest lake.  Taupo is in the midst of a large volcanic region, with three active volcanoes at the south end of the lake, and hot pools, springs, steam vents, etc. scattered around the northern end.  The night we arrived and next day were dominated with bad weather from Cyclone Pam, so lots of rain and clouds.  On our first afternoon, we visited Craters of the Moon, a small area of steam vents and dried mud pools.  Not very interesting but a nice walk.  The next day, we went to see the Aratiatia Rapids on the Waikato River.  There is a hydro dam there, and a few times a day, they release an enormous quantity of water back into the river, so we tourists flock to the overlook to watch this man-made spectacle.  The river gushed for about half and hour, then we headed upstream to the Huka Falls to see the water that flows out of Lake Taupo.  A lovely waterfall with lots of tourists.

The drive into Taupo.  This is volcano country.  🙂

Craters of the Moon.  It was interesting and a nice walk but certainly not spectacular.

The Aratiatia Rapids dam spilling it’s water.

The Aratiatia Rapids a bit below the dam.  It was really raging.

The Huka Falls is a narrow slit in the rock that ends in a 10 maybe 15 foot drop.  This water is coming from Lake Taupo and feeds the lake formed by the dam.

A hilltop view of the town of Taupo with the lake in the background.

The next day we drove north about an hour to Rotorua, an active thermal area with geysers, hot springs and mud pools.  We went to Te Puia, which is both a thermal reserve and a Maori cultural attraction.  There was one impressive geyser and one good mud pool, but if you’ve seen Yellowstone, the thermal area here is, in my opinion, not worth the entry fee.  Very boring.  But we got to see a Maori concert and took a 1 1/2 tour with a Maori guide, and both of these were excellent and definitely worth the visit.  We had seen many Maori exhibits in the many museums we’ve visited, but we got a much better understanding of what we’d been looking at and how these things fit in to the Maori culture.  They also have both a carving and weaving school here that are designed to pass on the Maori skills to a few select individuals.  We then did a very quick walk around the Government Garden in town and then headed back to Taupo.

The Maori culture center we visited.  It was quite an operation.

The meeting house were we saw the concert.

The concert.  It was really quite well done and it really seemed the “performers” wanted to share their culture with all us tourists.

A Maori war canoe.

The one mud pot.

The one geyser.  As Barb said if you have never seen mud pots and/or geysers these were quite impressive.  However Yellowstone has us a bit jaded.

After a three hour ferry ride across the Cook Strait from the South Island to the North Island, we landed in Wellington, the country’s capital.  We stayed about 20 minutes outside of Wellington, at the home of a couple we had met in Picton.  They had a lovely home, up high on a hill, overlooking Cook Strait and you could see across to the South Island.  They were wonderful hosts and we enjoyed getting to know them better.

Queued for the ferry.

On our way to the North Island and Wellington.

The view from our hosts back deck.  Cook Strait and the South Island.

Sue and Greg Shotter, our hosts in Wellington.

The first day we ventured back into Wellington to get a tour of Weta Design, a design studio that creates costumes and props, mostly for the movie industry.  They produced most of the battle costumes for Lord of the Rings and the Hobbit, and most recently Chappies.  We had a one hour tour where they explained their design and production process, using digital designs and CNC’s to cut out molds, which are then used to produce the body armor, guns, etc.   It was very interesting and had similarities to the mannequin business.  We then went to see Te Papa, the NZ national museum.  The first floor had an excellent exhibit of the flora and fauna of the country.  However, after that – we were lost.  The exhibits didn’t seem to hold together or have a story that could be followed – I think the curators over thought the whole thing and were trying too hard.  We were both underwhelmed.  From there we went to meet our hosts at the Havana, a wonderful little restaurant made up of two attached cottages rammed between high rises.  We shared some wonderful tapas and had a great time.  Then we headed back to their house to catch the tail end of one of NZ’s world cup cricket matches.  NZ is currently undefeated heading into the quarterfinals.

The trolls from the Lord of the Rings.

These things were about 10 or 11 feet tall and amazing detail.

You want to buy a life size sculpture of Gollum?

The next morning, we packed up again headed north to Masterton, to see the Vintage Aviator collection.  Lonely Planet described Masterton as “utilitarian” and I would have to agree.  Our motel was dreary and we struggled to even find a restaurant for dinner.  There was a hot air balloon festival in town, which overwhelmed the few restaurants around.  So we had a really bad meal at a “Mexican” restaurant (chicken fajitas that were marinated in soy sauce?).  But we were there to see the airplane exhibit, which was excellent.  Spencer had seen a Nova program about this group and wanted to come see it himself.  It is another Peter Jackson associated venture, apparently started by people that had been working on LOTR and took up the challenge to build accurate replicas of WW I planes, at Jackson’s behest.  They had a large collection of planes, a few original and many that had been meticulously manufactured from original plans.  For the most part, all of these planes are airworthy, or as airworthy as the originals, unlike the plane collection near Blenheim.  They now build replicas and sell them to others, including the group in Blenheim.  They even starting machining their own engines using the original designs, when they couldn’t find old ones to repair and use.  Spencer got to talk with one of the young pilots from the Nova show.  He had apparently started just hanging around the place as a teen and ended up getting his commercial pilots license.  The tour was fascinating and the planes were basically works of art.

I’m not going to name all of the planes as I don’t remember them all but they were just beautiful.

An old WWI troop transport truck.  I took the video below, while standing on the top level of this truck.

Sopwith triplane.  I have seen pictures of these but never a real one.  Apparently it inspired the more famous German version, the Fokker DR1

Pretty cool cockpit.

This video shows the whole hanger.

One thing that Barb did not mention is that in addition to all of the planes there was a VERY special car.  Remember the movie “Chitty Chitty Bang Bang”?  Well this is the car from the movie.

After enjoying some nice New Zealand wine, we headed back to the NW corner of the South Island, to Golden Bay.  We stayed at a nice holiday home overlooking the large, beautiful bay that ends at Farewell Spit, the long sand spit marking the NW corner of the island.  On our first morning there, we had a rip snorter of a storm, with pelting rain, wind and waves.  The owners of the holiday house lived about 1 1/2 east and had their greenhouse blown down by the wind.  We had not experienced a good storm yet in NZ, so this was a welcome change.  By early afternoon, the clouds had cleared and we headed up to Wharariki Beach on the west coast near the spit.  This was another walk-through-the-sheep-pasture to get to the south end of the beach.  The water was still roiling from the aftermath of the storm and for a time, we had the beach to ourselves.  There were a number of caves and walk-throughs to explore before we headed north up the beach.  At the north end of the beach was a large rock pool that was filled with about 10 seal pups, playing in the water and entertaining the crowd.  We could get quite close and they were really fun to watch.

This was the view of Golden Bay from our holiday home.  I think the house was my favorites so far.

Wharariki Beach was amazing.  The sea was still rough from the storm and it was still very windy.

One of several caves that had been carved by the sea.

We had this huge beach virtually to ourselves and the seal pups.

The seal pups playing in a shallow tidal pool.

This video is of the beach and the seal pups playing in the tidal pool.

Day 2 started again with another good storm and this one lasted longer into the day.  But when it had partially cleared, we headed back up to Farewell Spit.  This walk started through another sheep pasture, then up the ocean side of the sand spit itself.  We then crossed over the spit and came back via the inland beach on Golden Bay.

On the Golden Bay side of the peninsula looking north out Farewell Spit.  While you can not see it in the photo the spit extends off the picture to the right.  It is a VERY long curving spit.

You can not hike very far out the spit as it is a bird sanctuary.  You can, however get a guided tour if you want to get further out the peninsula.

It is low tide and Golden Bay is quite shallow so at low tide you get these large expanses of mud/sand flats that the wading birds love.

Day 3 was sunny and clear and we decided to do the Hilltop Track that started back at Wharariki Beach.  And they weren’t kidding.  This 3 1/2 hour track first went straight up to the top of the bluffs overlooking the Tasman Sea.  Then it went up hill and down dale, and up hill and down dale, again and again and again, all through sheep pasture with no proper track.  At the top of each steep knoll, there was a tall, orange two by four stuck in the ground.  We would climb up to the pole, look down the other side and up the next knoll to locate the next pole.  And so it went.  We kept expecting Julie Andrews to come singing around the corner at any moment.  The views out into the ocean were outstanding.  By the end of this one, I really had an appreciation of the climbing those sheep do in order to get a good bit of grass.  But it was a very fun hike, tramping through the fields, up and down.

Wharariki Beach is to our left.  We never made it out to the beach this time we turned north along this little trail.  The hills in the background, on the left are where we are headed.

We had to ford a little stream to leave the beach area and start up the hills.  You can see the DOC sign across the stream.

Viewing Wharariki Beach from the track.

Just beautiful bluffs along the coast.  The round hill at the right has a little light house on the top which is our destination.  We hiked down to the car from there.

Cape Farewell is the most northerly point on the south island.

What can I say.  Beautiful.

Note the orange pole behind Barb and the one on the hilltop.  This is how we found our way.  The track was well marked with these orange poles.  As for an actual trail, you just had to make your way though the sheep and sheep sh*t.  🙂

This picture was taken from the lighthouse and is looking out onto Farewell Spit.  You can see how it bends off to the right.  I think this was one of my favorite hikes.

Our cul-de-sac neighbors, the Wardells, happened to be on a month driving tour of the South Island and at the very last moment, we arranged to meet them in Hanmer Springs for the evening.  So after a 5 hour drive the next day over Lewis Pass, we arrived in Hanmer Springs, a small resort town built around a hot springs in the middle of town.  We went in to check out the springs before donning some suits and ran into the Wardells.  So we spent about three hours in the various hot pools, catching up and comparing notes on the various places we had visited in NZ.  That evening we had dinner together a  local pub before going our separate ways.

I’m afraid I do not have any pictures of our encounter with the Wardells.  We were in the hot pools and a camera did not seem like a good idea.  Rob did take one picture that I need to get my hands on.  This is main street Hanmer Springs.

We were both heading back to Christchurch, the Wardells to catch a flight to Melbourne, and we were returning to the Stacey’s for one night to claim our dive bag that they had very nicely allowed us to leave in their garage, as well as to regale them with our tales of the prior two months.  On our way back, we stopped at Amberly Beach to eat our lunch and found the Wardells seated on the beach front bench, finishing up their lunch.  So we munched on our tuna sandwiches and shared book recommendations.  Before invading the Staceys, we left our car at the garage where we purchased it, to check out a few squeaks here and there.  Then off to the Staceys.  We all went out for hamburgers and it was fun to see the whole family again.  After a good night’s sleep in their guest room, we picked up the car to drive back to Blenheim, before catching the ferry from Picton to Wellington on the North Island.

After Picton, we headed about a half hour south to Blenheim, the main wine region on the South Island.  Our first stop was the Omaka Aviation Heritage Centre, to look at old World War I planes.  This museum had many original and replica airplanes, some owned by Sir Peter Jackson, of LOTR fame.  He helped by not only displaying his planes, but also enlisting people to help develop how they were displayed.  It was a very interesting museum and we were both shocked to read that during WW I, the English decided not to give parachutes to its flyers, for fear that they would abandon the planes too quickly.  So no parachutes “encouraged” them to get the plane down safely!  There were some displays of some amazing derring-do by some of the pilots and a large area with Red Baron possessions.

I only took one picture in the museum.  I thought this was just an amazing plane.  It really looks like a bird.

The next day we went to the Huia winery.  The Marlborough region is a flat, dry, brown valley surrounded by hills with one end butting against the sea.  It reminded me of the Napa region, with row upon row of grape vines, growing on dry, brown ground.  The region was in the midst of a drought, like the rest of the country, which exacerbated the dryness.  We were lucky enough to have arranged a tour of the vineyard by the owner/winemaker, and I was surprised to find that it was a private tour.  Spencer and I had taken our daughters to a Huia wine dinner at Carelli’s in Boulder about a year ago and met the wife/owner of the vineyard. So when we arrived, we found that husband Mike was going to spend an hour with us, walking us through the vineyard for Sauvignon Blanc and Pinot Noir grapes tasting, straight from the vines, and through the wine making facility.  He was an extremely nice guy and it was a really interesting tour.  We found out that Gary, our friendly wine salesman at Superior Liquor, had won the annual Huia sales contest and had been at the vineyard the week before.  After a tasting of a variety of the Huia wines, we went off to the Brancott winery for lunch.  Unlike Huia, which is a small, organic winery, Brancott is very, very large and has a large restaurant on a ridge overlooking one of their vineyards.  We had a lovely lunch of cheese and charcuterie, with a tasting of their pinot noirs.  We sat outside, eating bread and cheese and sipping wine – a very tough life indeed.  All of this hard work then necessitated a nap, to counteract all of the hard work we had done.

Huia Winery vineyard.  This was a very fun tour.

Our tour is over and now we get to sample the wines.

Lunch at Brancott winery.  Great lunch, great wine, great view, and great company.

Our next stop was on the NE tip of the South Island, yes, you guessed it, up and over yet another set of twisty, turny, narrow roads, to Picton on the Queen Charlotte Sound. The NE corner of the island is a maze of sounds, bays, inlets, and islands and some huge proportion of the island’s total shoreline is located up in this area. Picton is a small tourist town, anchored by two ferry companies that operate the passenger/car/truck ferries that cross over to Wellington on the North Island. So you either fly from either island or take one of these ferry lines. I think about 8 huge ferries go into Picton each day. It’s yet another idyllic little town where you can sit at many cafes overlooking the harbor and watch cruise boats, water taxis and ferries go in and out. We were spending the night at a small, dreary motel and so decided to treat ourselves to a dinner out. While eating, we were seated at a table next to a couple of similar age who had just been walking the Queen Charlotte Track, which we were to start the next day. We spent much of dinner chatting with them and found out that they live in Wellington. We mentioned that we had not yet been to Wellington but were planning on visiting in about two weeks. Much to our surprise, they invited us to come stay with them while we are in Wellington, so we will be spending a couple of nights with them next week.

Our dreary little place in Picton.

The Picton wharf.  This is a great little town.

You can see one of the large Wellington ferries coming in.

The next morning, we got on a taxi/cruise boat that delivered people and things to various places along Queen Charlotte Sound, as well as providing a half day cruise for others. They dropped us, and about 8 others, off at Ship Cove, the start of the Queen Charlotte Track. This is a four day hike along the inlets of Queen Charlotte Sound, with virtually no roads to the many holiday houses/B & B’s, resorts and campgrounds along the way. These boats stop at the many wharves of these places, and move hikers’ luggage along the track each day, so that hikers need to carry only day packs. Our first day we hiked for about 4 hours before arriving at Cnoc Na Lear, a B & B with two rooms for guests, right on the track/inlet. We immediately donned swimsuits and plunged into the cold water, after a hot, dry walk earlier. A young lady from California arrived on a boat just as we arrived and she was yet another holiday work visa worker, coming to WOOF at the B & B for one week. The couple in the other room that night was a UK retired finance guy and an American doctor, who lived and worked in NZ during the prior 6 years. She did what she called locums, working as a fill-in doctor for 6 weeks at a time in various places throughout the country. The next morning we packed up our bag and left it for the boat and then headed back out on the trail. We hiked for another 4 hours around Endeavour Inlet to our next and final lodging at Mahana Lodge. This was a just beautiful place and we wished we would have stayed longer. The owners had a separate home and had built a lodge with three bedrooms, a kitchen, dining room and living room a bit up the hill from their house. There was a lovely large lawn with recliners and a fairly sandy beach, along with a hammock and a large vegetable garden. They had a patio covered with a grapevine-wrapped pergola, with picture perfect bunches of black and green grapes hanging above the dining table outside. They served us a wonderful dinner under the grapes, which were also on the table to sample. The salmon had come from the salmon farm in the next inlet and all of the rest of the dinner had come out of their garden. The only other people at dinner where the couple from the B & B the prior night and we enjoyed a long conversation with them over dinner and local wine (we were about 1/2 hour from the Marlborough wine region, from which lovely Sauvignon Blanc, Chardonnay and Pinot Noir come from). Then we all grabbed flashlights and walked up the hill about 50 feet to a stream running behind the lodge. There were glow worms living on the stream banks and we all enjoyed seeing them in this natural habitat.

Our water taxi about to take us to Ship Cove, the start of the Queen Charlotte Track.

The drop off.

That’s our track at the bottom.  We basically went to Camp Bay Campsite.  Actually just a tad further.  The whole track goes on for another two days and many more kilometers.  But as Barb said we only did two days.

A couple of the many beautiful inlets along the track.

Our first night on the track.  This is the view from our front “deeck” at the Cnoc Na Lear, B & B.

Off the next morning.

Mirkwood  🙂

Yawn…. just another beautiful inlet.

Mahana Lodge.  This is the home of the owners/hosts.

The “conservatory” where we had dinner.  Not too shabby.

This is a view from our front porch.  The Mahana Lodge was amazing.  Barb asked if we could just stay there a second night but they were booked.  Bummer.

After making ourselves breakfast in the lodge from all of the homemade goodies, Spencer and I bid adieu to the other lodgers who were continuing up the track, and we went down to the wharf to be picked up by the boat and whisked back to Picton. Our last drop-off spot before Picton was an inlet used by NZ’s Outward Bound group and they often did their solos along the banks of that inlet.

Next stop – wine country!

After braving the crowds in the glacier area, we headed up north along the west coast. We spent the night at a lovely little cottage in Hokitka and then headed into town the next morning to look at the jade stores in town. Hokitika specializes in jade carving and our host from the previous night had been carving jade for 40 years at the Jade Factory in town. So we stopped there and they had three artists carving jade right in the store and we were able to ask them questions about the process. The store had a good video on jade, the types of stone used and about the carving styles used in New Zealand and China, where much of the product is made. Apparently, much of the stone comes from British Columbia (or Wyoming), is shipped to China to be carved, and then sent to NZ to be sold as NZ souvenirs. Apparently, prior to the ’60’s, the greenstone used for jade carving in NZ was being hauled out in record quantities, especially with the use of helicopters. But in the 60’s, a government agreement gave control of the greenstone back to the Maori and now it is much harder to come by. The store we stopped in was quite good about labeling the origin of its products. I bought myself a lovely pair of earrings carved by our host, a NZ souvenir that I’m confident was actually made in NZ from NZ greenstone! We then headed north along the coast, stopping at Pancake Rocks and the Blow Hole, serendipitously arriving at 5 minutes before high tide. In order to see the blow holes at their best, you need to see the waves crashing through the holes at high tide. The place was swamped with tourists but it was definitely worth a stop to see the many layered cliffs and hear the whoompf as the water came crashing through the holes in the cliffs. We then did the long drive up to Nelson on the north end of the South Island.

The clock tower in downtown Hokitika.

Pancake rocks.

Video of the pancake rocks and blow holes.  As Barb said it was a big tourist stop but was quit cool and worth the stop.

More pancake rocks.

A blow hole in action.

The northern end of the island is shaped a bit like a fat V, with Nelson at the base of the V. On the east branch is Picton, where the ferries arrive from Wellington on the North Island. This is also home to the Queen Charlotte Sound and Queen Charlotte Track. On the west side lies three national parks, including the famous Abel Tasman, Golden Bay and Farewell Spit, a large sand spit on the NW end of the island. We stayed for a number of days in Nelson, at a large and modern home that was very well lived in. Apparently, this 4 bedroom home is the primary residence of the owner and his wife but when there are renters available, they move out and live in a camper trailer, in order to make some money. So it felt a bit invasive, living amongst all of their belongings, food, etc. But it had all of the modern conveniences that we rarely see in our accommodations, so we didn’t argue. From Nelson one day, we did a very long drive northwest up a long, twisty, hilly road to hike up to Rawhiti Caves. It was another one of those out of the way places where we had to drive through numerous farm gates (one electrified), to park in a cow field. We hiked along a stream bed and then up a short but very steep hill to get to the mouth of the cave. This cave had many, many large stalactites hanging from the roof but what was most interesting was that they curved out toward the sunlight. Apparently, bacteria/algae grow on the side facing the sun, and these get covered with minerals and the process repeats, until the stalactites are bending toward the opening.

The mouth of the cave.  The cave drops down and to the right.

Not a great picture as it was very bright to the left and very dark to the right but you can see how the stalactites bend towards the light.

Another day, we drove northwest up the coast to Marahau. From there, we took a water taxi up to a leg of the Abel Tasman Coastal Walk, one of the Great Walks.
But I must digress. This was one of the more odd boating experiences we’ve had. It was low tide when we arrived and there was a long beach to cross before you got to the bay. There was no dock or wharf in sight and I was confused as to how we got on the water taxi. Well, behind the registration building, a large farm tractor pulled into the parking lot, with the water taxi on a trailer behind it. The captain got off the tractor, got out a ramp and all 15 customers clambered aboard the boat, on the trailer, behind the tractor. And off we went, down the road. The tractor pulled onto the beach, where there were about 6 other tractors parked, and down to the water we went where there was a strong onshore breeze. He turned around and started backing the trailer/boat into the water, like you would on a boat ramp. Only this time, we were going backwards into really big swells crashing onto the beach. Everyone in the back half of the boat got drenched, as the waves crashed over the stern and into the taxi. Oh well – we dried. We were dropped off at Anchorage Bay and did a loop hike and then hiked back into the small town where we had picked up the taxi in the morning. The route went along the coast and there were a number of bays/beaches you could divert to for a quick dip and we regretted leaving our swim suits behind. This was a very busy, popular walk, with many backpackers and day walkers. But the views out to the Tasman Bay were beautiful.

We are all on the boat (water taxi) that is still on it’s trailer.  You can see our captain on the tractor pulling us down to the water.

Being dropped at Anchorage Bay.

That’s us at the bottom, the Anchorage track.  The pictures below are from the hike.  Just beautiful.  As Barb said it was a hot day and we really regretted not having brought our swim suits.

One thing Barb forgot to mention was that as we were close to the end of the hike we came across a family of California Quail.  They were totally unafraid of us.  I counted 11 chicks.  This is a very cute video.