Photo catchup September/October 2016

 

Last leg

I forgot to mention the Maoraki Boulders in the last post. Amazing nature! Perfect spheres on a small section of beach. An enterprising chappy has set up a cafe and asks people to pay to go down onto the beach to see the Boulders. Needless to say we park in the car park down the road and walk along the beach. Apparently he has no right to charge, but who can blame him? Hoards of tourists tramping through all day. Easy money! The 3 really liked the boulders, and we spent a while wondering around.

 So, after Wanaka, which we are sad to leave, we stop and gave a quick swim in Lake Hawea. Hot hot hot, and the water is translucent with beautiful pebbles at the bottom. Blissful. We wallow around for a bit, disturbing the peace of the two vans resting by the waters edge. Pleasant flats DOC campsite was avarice.  Rio and Elodie saw a Tui very close up, which they were very pleased with. The next day we stop for lunch at Lake Paringa. Boiling up bean squelch for lunch on the good old gas stove while the 3 jump around in the water. I am so glad that the story of the biting eels was told to me after all my delightful lake swims. It would have really put a crimp in my enjoyment. Otto /McDonald DOC is our resting place for the night. Not many sandflies and another luscious lake, Lake Mapourika. It’s so warm we stay in for ages, enjoying the setting sun and glistening water. The end of the trip is making itself felt now. We push on to Hokitika. Probably our favourite town. We find a lovely little campsite with the friendliest owners. After the tent goes up, we head to the beach. As this is Jade country, we all try and find a piece. Not as easy as you would think. Plenty of beautiful stones, but no jade! We get some chips from Porkys and head down to the beach for lunch. They all strip off and charge in, jumping around. Until a local comes over and says jumping is fine, but swimming not advisable. Too much undercurrent. Shame. The sea looks inviting. We finish the chips, fending off the gulls, who can spot a chip a mile away, and head back in time for eels feeding. The owners have a pond with eels in. Not the small, decent sized eels that Grandpa used to catch,  but big bottom dwelling beasts. They rise up out of the mud and snatch the piece of frankfurter on a stick which the children wave around the surface of the pond.  Much squeaking and excitement when one energetic eel launches itself 3 or 4 inches out of the water to grab the meat before one of his brethren. They also have a goat, (billy) a sheep (xenia), rabbits, Guinea pigs, cats, dogs, a bird of some kind. Xenia escapes, and we spend a good while charging about trying to catch her! Can’t run for laughing. I’ve never seen a sheep gallop before! I catch her eventually with the tried and tested method of the held out hand. She gives me a pained look as I manhandle her back to her pen. Billy, who had been pitiously bleating, ceases to complain,  and cavorts about a bit. Xenia ignores him, still feeling disgruntled. Geoff gave me Jade carving for christmas.  We looked into it for the 3, but they decided they wanted to collect a stone from the beach and Polish that instead. Great fun collecting them, and they are beautiful. I select a piece of jade and get stuck in. Great experience! Really interesting and though it took me all day, I could have done two or three more days work on it just smoothing it. Very please with my pendent. Geoff is on top of the weather, and books a caravan for the last night. Wet and windy sounds good from the cosy comfort of the van! The tail edge of a cyclone is on its easy to the west coast. We pack ourselves in as the rain us whipped about by the howling wind. For reasons best known to myself, I persuade Geoff to drive back to the beach to find a particular stone I saw yesterday but didn’t pick up….. it’s absolutely howling, and O and I brave the elements and run down to the seafront. The sea is an absolutely roaring mass! The wind is so strong I can barely push against it. With the wind blasting sand and rain in my face, i see its a futile mission. We dive back into the car, soaked. Geoff has the grace not to say anything! Onwards towards Arthur Pass. There are trees down, and a few across the road. Most we wiggle around,  and one is just being moved by drivers. The trees all around are being tested to their limits, and leaves are flying everywhere. We push on up the pass. We hear later that it was closed, so we must have got there just in time. The whole east coast is being battered. We come in and out of the storm as we drive inland. We stop for a quick bite to eat, but no one is very keen to hang around as the lake is having trouble staying grounded, and the trees are swaying around like overcooked broccoli. Our main aims on the pass were to enjoy the beautiful scenery and see a kea. Failure all round. The scenery was windswept and bleak. What we could see of it anyway, and any self respecting Kea would have been tucked up in bed. We made it through to Christchurch. The weather got better and better, and we settled into our cabin in the sushine. Appart from squashing our  stuff in the required bag limit for Jetstar, our main job is to sell Pearl.

Photo catchup France Aug 2016

Lakes

The last of New Zealand has been a bit if a wild swimming holiday. A longish drive to Lake Tekapo. We remembered wild camping by the lake last time we were here. We didn’t swim though, not sure why. Absolutely stunning blue! Extraordinarily windy though. We park up, take a photo of the stone church and onwards to a fairly rubbish campsite on the edge of the lakey.  It’s windy and chilly, but we still go for a dip!  The coldest of all the lakes! Onwards the next day, having little desire to stay somewhere where we had to tie the tent to the car to stop it blowing away! Lake Ohau DOC site is basic, consisting of one toilet. On the plus side, it’s free! It’s raining and stuffy in the car. We pull up under a tree and I wind the window down for fresh air. I wind it back up smartish when a swarm of sand flies charge in at the smell of fresh meat. Everyone snipes at everyone, wondering who’s clever idea it was to come here. However? The fact that’s it’s free wins the day, and we brave the nasty nibbles and put up the tent in record time, the 3 diving into the insect proof inner compartment like homing rabbits. We do give the sand flies a chance at a meal while we skim a few stones on the clear lake, and have a quick dip. Beautiful as it is, we push on early next morning. It’s rained a lot, the tent is soggy, our towels are soggy, we are soggy and itchy. Not a cabin to be found. Resigning ourselves to another sogg fest tonight. Herbert Forest doesn’t disappoint, with constant heavy drizzle and dripping trees all around. Sigh. Small bonus is there are alpacas in the field. We go and look at them for a bit, get wet, then bed. The tent is so wet we have to wring it out before putting it in the bag. We are both scratchy. The 3 seem not to notice, and continue their loud games. Dense fog and rain nearly all the way to Dunedin. Then suddenly, as we come over the hill, we cone out of the mist and into Dunedin, bathed in wonderful sunshine!  Sprites lift at once, and contin ye on up as we visit a special cheese store and I leave clutching a prime piece of toothsomness. We have two nights in the tent (which dries out nicely) and two in a cabin. The scooby doo cabin! We watched a friend the children made surf. Walked up (and down) the steepest street. Saw some sealions and visited the albatross centre where we had the biggest, tastiest coffee and hot chocolates. We enjoyed Dunedin. Onwards through the fruit valley, or central otago. Plenty fruit to be had, and we gorged on cherries,  apricots,  nectarines and blueberries. Delicious. I presume most of it gets shipped abroad as the stuff in the supermarkets is a smaller, less tasty version. Nearing Queenstown, and getting weary,  we stumble upon lake  Dunston. Another free doc!  Too windy for the tent so we take a vote. Before we’ve finished voting,  Rio has put a blanket up as a dividing curtain and the 3 start to build a nest in the back. Another night in Pearl! The site is heaving with young backpackers. I am concious of how loud we are! A pleasent swim with no sandflies! The swims are getting better and better! Haven’t had a shower for a while! On our way to queenstown we stop off for r o and paps to do a zip wire! Much fun was had, and e enjoyed taking photos. We look at the loons doing the bungy! O is tempted. Onwards and a night in Queenstown by the lake. The water is warm, clear and enticing. We all swim and paddle around. Lake Wanaka is even better. Pebble beach with beautiful clear, deep water. Glorious temperature. The 3 dive around like duck and we stay 2 night purely for the lake. Geoff remembers the puzzling world and we take the 3 there one morning. We enter the cafe which had loads of puzzles for the dense public to solve. It was almost as much fun watching overtone else failing to solve them as failing yourself!! They love it and we fiddle away for hours. The illusion exhibition is great, and then the maze. By this tme its blisteringly hot. The maze is made of wood, and is in a ‘c’ shape around the cafe and shop. We enter the entry gate and find outselves on and nd hot dusty path serounded by high epidemic fences. R and O insist on doing it on their own and instantly disappear. Geoff wonders off which leaves E and me. She makes the best of it and we strundle off. It’s a two story maze with bridges as well. The idea is to find the four corners and then find the exit. Ther are emergency exits for cravan worms to use (we would not dream of using such chiseling means) which we ignore. We find the yellow corner easily and congratulate ourselves. E going so far as to say this is easy.  It goes down hill from then on. You would think one could see the route from the bridges, but no. The designers have for seen this and made the maze so convelutedly twisty, with a gazillion dead ends. We are wilting, trudging along. From one bridge we see O in the centre. He’s finished and wondering what on earth we are doing. We occasionally meet R or paps along our dusty trudge. Rio is running, and e is wondering why we aren’t running, to make it go faster. I explain that we are red faced and sweltering hot already, but she stomps off, muttering under her breath. As the long day wears on, and we have only managed to find two of the four corners, both e and I start to feel a little fractious, sniping about which way we’ve already been. Amazing how what was a dead end turns into an interesting path on the tenth visit. We are vermilion now, but will be use the emergency exits? No no, not us! O has counted to 4000 in the middle, and is now telling someone his life story. The details are too sweaty and grouchy, but eventually  (60 mins- ha!) We stagger out just behind r and paps,  who team up towards the end. I see a lady saying to her son ‘this could take us up to an hour’ I laugh hollowly. We are all relieved to have a rafreshing dip in the lake.
  1. Haha I like he maze story!

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