Not very often is a ticket booked on a 17 hours non stop flight, when that happens, it’s all excitement ahead.
Through hours of pouring over self-drive vacation packages to scouring the net for options, the date just seemed to leap at us from out of the blue. It seemed like a month to the trip when we got our visas processed and before we knew it, we were checking in at Dubai airport, hoping the we could get business class seats.
All that we were equipped with was a connecting ticket from Auckland to Christchurch and back and our first night accommodation near the Christchurch airport.
The next few days were to be planned and bookings made a day ahead to give us the flexibility we needed. We were on a road trip with no map or no plan….
The 17 hour journey went like a breeze, pampered in the priority cabin and although a day magically disappeared from my calendar, the flat bed to sleep it through made me a rip wan winkle of sorts.
Kia Ora…Touch down in Auckland and clearance was so smooth, soon I found myself in the domestic terminal haggling over checked baggage rates….and buying this for my return journey in 10 days to avoid the prices I had just paid outbound. With half a flight load, the agent had a lot of time to chat and she completely understood our frustrations and giving us tips for the South Island, having learnt of our nomadic ways….must see, must do and must eat were ticked off and we were soon south bound…metaphorical as we were already at the southernmost tip of the globe.
The hour and half flight was over in a blink and soon we were being met at arrival baggage carousel by our hosts for the evening. A quick chat, making sure we had all our bags, we were on our way, our holiday had begun. The day was still bright, there was a slight nip in the air (early spring in Sept) and we were soon out to explore the city of Christchurch.
The devastating effects of the 2010 and 2011 earth quakes were still evident, churches and buildings still had scaffolding to hold them up and in some places collapsed ruins were as is….our thoughts went out to these people and those who lost their lives….the beautiful Christchurch cathedral was fenced away and one had to see this beauty in ruins…a reminder of the disaster that struck. The nearby Neil Dawson’s Chalise sculpture marks the millennium and the 150th anniversary of Christchurch. It was time to move out of this melancholic mood and what could better brighten our day but the gardens and punting down river Avon.
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It was slowly getting dark and the sky was turning a crimson orange…my stomach was growling and I was ready for a hot meal to warm me up. We decide to walk across the botanic gardens to get to the CBD and this was not a straight walk….so many flowers beckoned and a picture here and a picture there..the camera was clicking away merrily.
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I lost count of time and my hunger pangs vanished as nature and the man made arrangements amazed us. We slowly got to the last gate of the gardens as the streetlights turned on and now it was the search for food.
We saw what looked like a street market with vendors and food trucks and since my legs were wary, all that I wanted was a bite. We decided to sample a Greek souvlaki with chicken for the meat eater and falafel (chick peas patties) for me….was I hungry or was this the best street food I had ever had, I don’t know but all I must say that taste lingers on a year later. The bus ride back to the house was a good 30 mins so we decided to call it a day and headed back home, keeping our eyes open for the meadow we had to cross.
I barely remember stumbling on to bed and I was dreaming of the days ahead of me.
We were up with larks as it seemed a shame to waste anytime indoors, we had a quick breakfast of cereal, bread and fruits and the most delicious butter before heading out again. More sights of Christchurch ticked off our list, including the gondola and river Avon. The afternoon was set aside to pick up our rental car and head to Akaroa, a small French village set amongst hills in the background and a harbour.
Where did the day disappear, nightfall signaled the return journey and the next destination. Trip plans were formalized and next stop was Dunedin.
At day-break all the checks were completed, oil, fuel, food for the road, pit stops and of course the hotel for the night. We had an interesting route plan, not the straight short quick route, but the winding route through central Otago. We were enroute Ashburton and then to cut inland through Geraldine towards Lake Tekapo/Twizel to reach Omarama, heading back onto the coastal road. The beautiful buildings in the town of Omaru and the penguin families coming home, is a sight not to be missed. The Moeraiki boulders is another wonder of nature and we had pictures galore walking miles through the black sediment on the beach. We had spent a day with so many photo-stops that a 6 hour trip was a long 10 hours, but neither of us were complaining. My only regret was not spending enough time in quaint little Dunedin.
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The sparkling lights of the town of Dunedin welcomed us and a slight drizzle followed, adding charm to the town. Our room had a view of the harbor and if not for the cold wind, I would have nodded off to sleep watching the twinkling lights from afar.
The next morning was a quick drive through Dunedin, marveling structures in town… the cathedral, standing tall amidst the barren trees. The town was just waking up on this cold spring morning, the coffee shop and bakery was a hive of activity with the supply truck offloading the goodies, and the fresh smell of baking wafting through. They did offer us a warm croissant but since it wasn’t actually open for business we decided to hit the road and be on our way.
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The road out of town towards our next stop was decided, cutting through the middle of South Island – Balclutha to Gore and then onwards to Te Anua our stop for the next two days. Enjoying the morning crisp air, the drive was quite quick and in less than 90 mins were in the town of Balclutha and decided to stop at the visitor information center.
I had a route plan all chartered out to connect Gore and then to TeAnua in 4 hours max including a lunch break. While I sat in the car and finished a last minute work requirement, the man at the wheels was inside the Visitor Centre, striking up a conversation with the friendly lady at the counter. Before I knew it, there was a change in route plans….he had decided that we would take the Southern Scenic Route through the Catlins to Invercagill and then onwards. I was quite against this as some fine print on the car rental document mentioned staying away from the Catlins, but minds were made up, so reluctantly I went along, although completely stressed about this change. A thousand “what if” scenarios played through my head and I guess the daredevil me had mellowed and I’m happy following the rules.
In less than 10 mins of setting off on the new road, I was sure that this was the best decision he had made on this trip. The vistas guaranteed a photo-stop every few meters, be it the rolling meadows and the sheep and little lambs frisking around (lambing season runs mainly between early to late August) or the beautiful coastline with the waves hitting the jagged rocks….each wave that played catch me if you can….the views were so beautiful that after a few stops we had to make up our mind about the must see places, so that we could keep time….seemed like I could spend a few days on this route, coming from the concrete jungle I live in. Kaka point, the light house at Nugget point, which was a small stretch of gravel unsealed road and a small but easy walk up to the lighthouse to enjoy views of the coast for as far as the eyes could see.
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Amazing views continued and we decided the next stop would be Purakaunui falls, off the highway. We parked and set out on an easy walk amongst the dark rainforests, the air was awash with the smell of wood and thick undergrowth, and before we knew it, we could hear the sound of the waterfalls, the most photographed 20m high waterfall in the Catlins. The next hour was spent enjoying waterfalls galore, the Mattai falls, the McLean falls and the Horse Shoe falls.
Papatowai beach and the Florence hill look out was next on the pit stop list before we drove through Waikawa to Curio Bay. I don’t know which view enthralled us but I can say that we just didn’t get enough of any of these places. At Curio Bay we were at the tip of the South Island and could almost see Stewart Island. The mid afternoon sun was blazing down, yet it was cold enough for light jackets while the wind played havoc with my hair…..a tan seemed to be setting in and I could see signs of it where my shades were worn, but isn’t that a sign of an extremely good holiday?
Florence Hill Lookout
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I have to say that the dairy farms in New Zealand are the best as everyone knows, but the amount of creamy delicious frozen desserts I had on this trip is more than all the ice creams I have had in all my life. The mouthwatering flavors to start with and through the course of this trip making a tough decision on the favorites….oh how delicious. The “he man” who generally complains of lactose intolerance at home, actually had a lot of ice creams, so wonder if the intolerance lies in how the milk is processed back home!
The road to Bluff was inviting, but with the needles on the clock face running at break neck speed and thinking of the rest of the journey ahead of us to be completed before nightfall, we decide to carry on straight to Invercargill and onward.
The town of Invercargill was a brief stop for more ice cream and then we drove onwards on Route 99 to Riverton from where the road now started through the mountains to Tuatapere and Manapouri before reaching our destination Te Anua (the fjord land parks). TeAnua is a set amidst the fjords of the south west coast of South Island. The lakes and the mountains surrounding this area had a different charm to it. The winds were stronger and even the brave ensured they had wrapped up against nature. This is one town that fell asleep so quickly, with all the tramping that is done……lovely hikes around the fjords.
The Milford and Doubtful Sound are two must do fjords, and for the photography enthusiasts, this is heaven on earth! We decided to drive to the sounds through the beautiful landscapes rather than take the tourist buses. We had hired snow chains while renting the car, and had a pass across the mountains where snow chains were required. The two of us are used to driving in terrains that’s so different to this and we were ready to ask for help with snow chains as I had read that placing them incorrectly could damage the tires. As luck would have it were were quickly reassured by the staff at the tunnel that we didn’t need snow chains at this point. The drive was an experience since we could also most see the deep dive into the ravines, at the slightest carelessness. A couple of stops enroute – mirror lakes and a few waterfalls also gave us a glimpse of the winged beauty but destructive Keas (rather fearless birds with a hook like beak) that even chomped through hard rubber on the cars.
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The ultimate experience for us in TeAnua was the dolphins that followed our boat in Milford sound and put up a show for us jumping and diving into the wake that our boat left. These beautiful mammals with the glossy coat were the most endearing and we were sad to say goodbye after an hour of watching them frolicking around, as we pulled into more shallow waters.
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TeAnua adventures were done and soon it was time to get back on the road to the most talked about adventure capital of the Southern Hemisphere- Queenstown. The two hour drive was again so beautiful that by now we had come to expect nothing but the best vistas from this tiny country. Driving the hills and seeing the road snake ahead of us with the odd vehicle in the opposite direction, we were taken back by tail lights ahead indicating a pile up, lo behold what a sight of a house being transported. For us where brick and mortar make the only homes we know, this was an exciting thought.
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The images of lake Wakatipu as we approached it from Kingston was nothing short of breathtaking. We had already ticked skydives and paragliding off our bucket list and ski season was in the shoulder period with some scattered snow high up in the southern alps, around MtCook and Aoraki. This meant we were only going to enjoy some of the less adrenaline pumping pursuits. An item that popped up on my to do list was “Fergburger” as I heard raving reviews of this eatery from a work colleague, and “Fergburger” didn’t disappoint even if it meant waiting in the cold for what seemed like ages…..the meat eater was satiated with a lamb burger while I had the mushroom & tofu burger and gobbled the last crumbs even though I swore that I couldn’t eat any more.
Another place to bring out the kid was the Cookie monster store, where their shakes were lip-smacking good. Arepas from the South America at the cantina were so delicious, i could have them any day.
A Bungy jump can never be on my bucket list thanks to a soccer accident many moons ago, but the man decided it wasn’t the height that mattered but the first commercial bungy jump off Kawarau bridge had to be experienced. The clear sky and mild sun was apt for any outdoor activities.
The town was bustling with the locals and the tourists and this was an ideal place to unwind or to get an adrenaline rush. For the diehard Lord of the Rings fans, a day trip to Glenorchy was a must and we made sure we had this covered. The picturesque landscape transported us to our own film sets with the umpteen pictures we clicked away.
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It was time to leave Queenstown and head towards the west coast of South Island New Zealand across the Haast past on the Alps to the Glacier land of Fox glacier and Franz Joseph glaciers. Did I say the day before that we had no adrenaline rush, well I had spoken too early. On our way out of Queenstown, the adventurer behind the wheel decided to taken the Crown Range Summit road to Wanaka. This road is listed as one of the most dangerous roads in the world and reaches an elevation of 3677 ft above sea level. The switchbacks we drove through gave me a number of heart in my mouth moments as we turned and twisted through through landscapes that turned magical ochre and the budding colours of the lupine – spring was on. When I occasionally glanced at the GPS, the winding road looked spectacular.
Pit stop Wanaka for some refuelling and we were on our way to Haast pass with the dramatic turns that would bring us to the west coast from the alps. Passing through the towns and some of the last fuel stops ( gas prices were outrageous, but understandable) the towns felt like sets out of a Wild West movie.
The coastline of the Tasman sea was different to the south coast and yet another interesting landscape, the old trees had been windswept and were arching in the direction of the wind…a sight to behold of how pliable nature is.
As we drove along we could see Fox Glacier and the ancient moraine from the earlier advances and retreats of the glacier. The icy blue glacier played hide and seek with us through the thick foliage around the area and soon we were able to walk towards the glacier…the rocks on the way were sediment rich and glistened in the sunshine, waterfalls and moss laden slippery paths we trod for the perfect pictures.
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Fox and Franz Joseph, two of the glaciers that that exist but are leaving a mark as they recede…global warming? I promised not to talk about this as we were in pristine locations, but its hard to miss. The towns had the most interesting food options – choices varied but the crowd puller seemed to the various Salmon dishes on the menu of any restaurant. Ordering a vegetarian burger seemed to be bring the chef out of his kitchen to make sure the order was right.
Heli-hiking is not for the fainthearted and even after walking on Mendenhall glacier in Juneau Alaska, we were still game for this. The icy cold of the crystal blue glaciers was fun and 45 mins flew by before the call to return.
All of sudden it hit me that our South Island trip was almost coming to an end. In two days time, we would be on a flight out of Christchurch back to Auckland, where we had landed days ago. Leaving this pretty island was difficult but we were looking forward to another adventure on North Island before we head back home.
As the route plan was being finalised for the penultimate day of our South Island trip, we had one more pass – Arthur’s Pass. A long drive of 5 hours was ahead, but as the he man said make that atleast 8 with all the pictures you would want – approx 400 kilometers of pure eye candy.
We passed little towns that I’m sure had their stories to tell in the hey days, mining was a booming business back then. Hokitika was a stop I have to talk about atleast for the fabulous glass blowing factory I visited. The shop registers rang a few times as I picked up precious pieces for souvenirs. Penguins in colored glass adorn my cabinet and these little birds found their way into homes of friends. Jewelry shops displayed the green gem stone (Jade also called Pounamu and sacred to the Maori’s).
Arthur’s pass was soon up, 900 metres above sea level, and the flat lands turned into steep ascents and descents while the landscape turned to deep shades of purple and dark green. An engineering marvel, this road cut trough the southern alps as the Tranz Alpine route and the more popular option for tourists is the railway by the same name. The road runs parallel for much of this journey and what seemed like numerous stops to savor the last few ice-creams on our South Island trip, we were in Christchurch. The stop we cant do without, anywhere we go, is at Harley Davidson show room (yes we have biker here), so that was all settled. Hours later shopping in hand, we made our way back to car rentals, to return the car, heave our luggage and head to checkin. As i settled in my seat on board the aircraft, I looked out of the window misty eyed to say “kite ano koe” (See you again in Maori).