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| Australasia - New Zealand | |||
| Written by Justin Thomas | |||
| Tuesday, 20 February 2007 00:00 | |||
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That
weekend we kept up on a promise and visited our friend Nerida (rather
embarrassing as when we asked for her at the local Cop shop (she is a
PC) we mis-pronounced her name as “Nereeda” rather than “Neridder”) who
we met in Oaxaca, Mexico, but soon we were ensconced in great Kiwi
We headed off to Hokitika Gorge on Nerida’s recommendation. Basically, check the pictures out, they are stunning. Later that day we found a campsite nearby that would allow us to visit the Glow Worm Dell in Hokitika. As you stand in the dell and the night closes in a mini-galaxy of tiny lights comes alive around you as lots of baby flies eat other insects and produce luminescence. We headed North the next day to find a suitable site for our 1 year anniversary.
We moved up to the North coast over the next few days, stopping at amazing campsites, all with nice pictures so it really isn’t worth saying much. The East Coast was a little plain at places, but we kept meeting friendly Kiwis in the all the campsites that we chose. Stick to the cheap campsites and you meet all the nicest people as they are doing their level best to avoid the crowds and you end up having lovely evenings swapping excellent travel tips, far better than the Lonely Planet that we haven’t bothered with for New Zealand. Gorgeous campsite, stunning drive, gorgeous campsite, stunning drive, nice people. The next week seems to have blurred into one big nice thing. We have found little lost coves with only 3 people living in them, long beaches with nobody on them and stunning lakes with tonnes of sandflies (not so good). The best way to describe this to you is to have you check out the photos. I know this seems like a cop-out, but we have done so much hard travelling over the past year we are really enjoying sitting in the car, putting it in drive (I normally hate automatics, but it really is like driving your lounge around the most stunning scenery and we all need a break sometime) and watching the world pass by. The towns are nothing much to write home about, more a place to replenish fuel, food and drinks and move on to the next remote campsite full of helpful Kiwis. Of note is that I have finally played my first round of golf on foreign shores, but then I have to admit that I found it far too difficult with a set of golf clubs (kindly lent to me by the aging greens keeper) that were too small for me. Zoë joined in as well, but she was tired by the 6th hole, I kept going to the 8th spurred on by some beautiful drives with the only club that worked for me (the 3 wood….Keiron is now saying “..but that is the only club that EVER works for you”) but all was lost on the tight par3 no7 with me driving 3 balls slightly left and never seeing them again. On the 8th things did not improve and with calloused hands from a lack of gloves, bad technique and generally spending too much time in the sun staring at the lovely scenery we walked back to the clubhouse to put the clubs back in the shed that the greens keeper had left open for us to put them back in. The good news was that we had only paid £3.30 per person for 18 holes and it was only a 9 hole golf course and I am still not fooled by the moving tee position trick. Above that the old codger keeps a beautiful course which was a lot of fun to muck about on.
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We headed from here to look at some other campgrounds
the next morning. These campgrounds that we are using are the cheapest
in the country at $6pp (about £2.10pp) and are run by the Department of
Conservation and as long as you don’t mind simple camping (this is a
great deal more complex than our usual dig a hole and squat routine)
with only toilets, running water and stunning campsites then you are
onto a bargain. Lucky for us this is a little bit more than we had in
mind. We headed into Reefton, which is a mining town and looks like
somebody has tarmac’ed an old Wild West town and slapped a petrol
station in for good measure. A short while later we headed off to
check out a couple of nice camping spots for the night. The first one
we stopped at we met a nice English couple who we talked to for ages
about their travels around New Zealand. Whilst we were talking we had
our first Weka experience. A Weka is a flightless bird that lives in
New Zealand. They are beyond brave. They will walk right up to you
and check everything out. This nosey little one at one point was
nearly in the car where I had left the driver’s door open. We have
seen these birds feeding out of the radiator grill at the front of the
car where they have worked out that loads of dead insects can be found.
hospitality. We did our best to pay her back by cooking dinner and we
all chilled out to watch “World’s Fastest Indian” with Anthony Hopkins
(he was in the film, rather than her lounge). The following day we
waved goodbye and headed off. One day Nerida, we will have a home
again and you are always welcome, thank you for the place to crash,
wash our clothes and cook a decent meal.
At
the moment that we had been on the road for 1 year, exactly 1 year to
the moment that we had waved goodbye to our families on Strawberry Hill
station we were sitting on a beach watching the sun go down (handy that
we were celebrating at GMT+12 as we left at 09:10 in the morning that
day) we sat reflecting on our year as we downed our first decent ale
since leaving England. Finally a country with decent beer, lovely!!!
The beach was as deserted as our bargain basement campsite and we sat
there and finished off another 2 decent ales from the same brewery
before calling it a night.