Okay, my loved ones, I admit that it is much easier to blog when I don't leave it for a month. Carli harasses me about not posting, and I love that, so here it is. As best as I can.
We arrived in Christchurch on February 2nd. It had felt like a very long day. The night before we left, Chris was looking up the conditions of entry to NZ (a little late, I know) and found we were supposed to have proof we were leaving within three months of arriving. We talked it over and decided we would tell them we had jobs lined up in a month. Obviously, that wasn't good enough. After being told so at the check-in counter we dashed over to the internet kiosk and bought the most reasonable flight to somewhere near Uluru (we chose Adelaide) very quickly and then were able to check in and go about the usual airport business.
After an uneventful flight, we went through a second bought of security (NZ is extremely strict about bringing in any soil or things that can disrupt the ecosystem). The man running the conveyor belt/ x-ray machine thing was tossing bags back and forth, assumedly very tired from a long day's work. The seemingly gruff, perhaps angry, aged man who was off loading the belongings tossed my backpack and then grabbed my neck pillow. The expression on his tired, perhaps prematurely lined faced changed before he his arm had finished it's all too familiar swing. He looked up at me and said, as is if were the first thing he'd touch besides stone in years, "that's very soft". I could see his eyes were still on the neck pillow, now in my hands. I asked "would you like to touch it again?" "no" he said with a smile.
Anyway... After Chris and I cleared customs and what have you, we scanned the waiting room for Chris' friends Jason and Beryl and did not see them. Blah blah blah, tried to check on facebook to find Jason's number, $5 minimum, turned my phone onto roaming and got it, Chris texted and Jason replied right away "we're in the waiting room" Chris just hadn't seen them... I refuse to take any of the blame for the 15-20 minute side track as I didn't know what they looked like.
So Jason and Beryl picked us up and brought us to their lovely home in the suburb called "Papanui". We spent most (okay... all) of the first day watching "Lost" on blue ray via their MASSIVE tv... but had a much more "productive" second day checking out the surrounding and seeing the iconic buildings around the city including "Christchurch Cathedral".
Our lovely hosts left on the 2nd day to visit family on the North Island and had given us permission to borrow one of their cars to go on a little road trip to Hanmer Springs where Chris has two friends. The drive up was absolutely beautiful. It's crazy to me how quickly the views change. One minute you're driving through hilly, green sheep fields and then you drive around a bend and you're in the middle of a forrest in British Columbia. Our hosts in Hanmer were Trevor and Laura, a married couple with a very cute love story. They have a super cute (huge) puppy named Abby. Trevor, like Chris, is a major board game nerd (and magic cards) so Chris bought a new copy of one of his favorite board games called "Dominion" and brought it to Trevor, knowing he had never played. This turned out to be our activity of the evening for all three nights. I had played once with Chris Sutherland, Chris Neal and Caleb when Chris S and I hadn't known each other long and it sucked, but I now understand how to play and I loooooove it.
Our activities in Hanmer included: trying not to die from the heat, and going for walks and one swim. The town is a popular holiday location for tourists and many many Kiwis because of it's natural hot springs. The springs consist of 5 or so hot pools. Chris said the hot pools are glorified stinky swimming pools and that they have paved bottoms and there is nothing really natural feeling about them. That doesn't really appeal to me... especially because it's something like $15 to get in (there are plenty of free hot springs in NZ). Chris and I opted for a lovely long drive in the hills. We swam in a river for a long time and took in the incredible views of the huge mountains all around and not a car or even another person was to be seen or heard anywhere. We also visited a historic house which was build some time a while back and was used to host early settlers on their way through the mountains from Blenheim to Christchurch (quite the walk). We walked through the house and took several photos. It looks a lot like a proper house from several steps back, but when you get nice and close you can see it was definately build by hand. The walls look like plaster but are actually made from mud and clay packed together and masterfully smoothed out. The walls taper quite a bit because the mixer would slide slowly down the walls before it was fully dry. It felt very abandoned and perhaps haunted even in the middle of a sunny day.
We had a night back in Christchurch with the cats "Little Puss" and "Fluffy Kitty" before Jason and Beryl came home and we spent every waking moment watching lost.
We met up with some of Chris' disc golf buddies from when he lived there last year and they brought us around their new course they are currently designing. It wasn't very fun for me because they can all throw the disc soooo far. I had to throw it about four or five times to get to where they could throw it in one. Chris had a nice time though. I threw until I got bored, then I cracked a ginger beer and just enjoyed following them around.
I think my favorite thing we've done on this whole trip was the cave stream. Jason, Beryl, Chris and I went about 2 hours out of the city to this incredible natural cave that has a stream running through it. The walk takes about 45 minutes to do and you are in the complete darkness the whole time. We went to "The Warehouse" before and the three of us noobs bought head lamps - Chris treated me to mine. It was so awesome. About 5 minutes in we found two people who hadn't brought lights and they were huddled over at the side feeling there way though. We invited them to come along with us and use our light, but I'm sure even that was extremely difficult. I was looking around all the time. Down at my feet while climbing over rocks and at my hands for support on the walls. And there was so much to look at! The top of the cave was, at times, about 20 feet high and it was mostly quite narrow. At one point we had to get on our hands and knees to climb under a huge rock that had fallen. There were a ton of side caves that I wish I could have checked out but we were going at a pretty steady pace and I figured Chris and I could come back another time to explore some more. The water wasn't moving notably fast, but because we were in such a confined area, the echo was very loud. We had to pretty much yell back and forth. I was leading the pack and a few times I looked back to check on the person behind me and found I had got pretty far up ahead and would wait for the others to catch up. The water felt very cold at first but once I got used it, I didn't want to leave it. The walk (if you can call it that) ends in a daunting climb up a ladder and then a crawl through a narrow opening. I wasn't sure everyone in the group would be able to make it though, but we managed. If I ever come back to NZ, that will top my list of to-dos!
J&B hooked us up with blankets, sheet, pillows, and a picnic basket with cutlery and plates and we bought a tent and some mats. With these things and a rental car we set off for our Eight Day South Island Road Trip. We were both in great moods when we left. We had good tunes playing off my ipod and snacks. Then shortly before we arrived at our first stop, it started to sprinkle. We reluctantly agreed that maybe we should just stay at the hostel and forfeit the $75 dollars for a dry place to sleep. But the hostel was full. I was happy to save the money, but I was very unhappy at the idea of setting up camp in the rain.
When we got to the "camp ground" on Mt. Cook, I was shocked to see it was little more than a gravel parking lot and a field - nothing like the private, planned campgrounds I'm used to (but, hey, it was only $6.10 per person). It was raining very hard by then and super foggy. We hustled and got everything assembled in what I think may have been record setting time. I was grumpy and cold and there was nothing to do, so we fell asleep around 8 pm. It wasn't even dark yet. I awoke with a start some time later and it was very bright outside. I figured it was time to get up, but then Chris informed me that the reason I was startled awake is that the light had turned on suddenly. It was just headlights shining on our tent. My mind had already decided it was time to pack up and go so I check the time. 11 pm. So I forced myself back to sleep.
When I awoke at a more reasonable hour, I could hear the rain had stopped and it was very sunny outside. Chris unzipped the tent and just started laughing. It turns out this place wasn't a s*** hole like we'd thought the night before. I followed him outside and saw that we were in an amazingly beautiful park. There were ice capped mountains all around and New Zealand in all of its glory. After walking around on the trails for an hour or so, we crammed our stuff in the car and got back on the ol' dusty trail.
The next night was Queenstown. A side note: when we woke up on Mt Cook I remembered right away that it was Valentines Day. So, hours later when we'd reached Queenstown, Chris asked me what I wanted for dinner. I said something nice. He said "Okay, well, we can go to the grocery store and...." I said, that's fine, but it might be nice to go out. He said "okay. we can go out" So he picked a place called "Hell's Pizza". We looked over the menu and made our choices then I went and waited at the table while Chris ordered. I was feeling a little miffed that Chris had forgotten although I know it's not really a big deal (it's not like he forgot my birthday or something) Then Chris sat down beside me and handed me a chocolate rose and said "Happy Valentines Day" I immediately warmed up and said "aww! When did you remember!?" he said "as soon as I woke up this morning" "yeah right! When did you actually remember" he said sometime earlier when he was looking at his mental calendar he remembered we are staying with his friend on the 15th, so, today had to be the 14th. I knew that was more likely. Then I asked him where he got the rose. He got it from the til. For free. Oh well, it's... the food that counts. And it was awesome. We made our way to our camp ground and it was super lame. So, we went into the picnic area and set up camp on the lakeside. It was just beautiful there. The camp ranger came along as we were taking in the view over some Monteith's Summer Ales and told us if we were staying more than one night we would have to go to the camping area, but he wasn't going to make us move tonight. We thanked him and when he had walked away, we cheers-ed and went back to watching the sun set.
We packed up at a reasonable hour the next morning and headed out for some disc golf. It quickly became my absolute favorite course ever! Chris got a hole in one on our first hole which was pretty awesome. Chris plays the par that the course sets and I add two to every hole. When we finished, I was 21 under him, so without being asked, I knocked 18 off my score and still won. Woo woooo!! We stayed the night at Chris' friend Jame's who is the guy who made the course we'd just played. It was a fantastic evening of food (we made pasta and garlic toast) beers and story telling - just wait for me to retell the one about the bear and the toke.
We played the course again the next day, this time with me at only 1 par more than Chris, and I won again! It was a very close game. Just sayin'... I'm awesome.
On the drive to Punakaiki, we stopped at two glaciers; Fox and Franz Joseph. Both were pretty beautiful. We weren't able to get very close because both of the glaciers drop chucks of ice "the size of a mini vans" daily. They have signs up with news articles about tourists being killed by ice falls because they crossed the safety barriers. Even with this knowledge posted about, apparently one third of the people that visit the glaciers every year go past the safety lines.
Punakaiki is most famous for it's incredible "Pancake Rocks" which, I think, are New Zealand's "Twelve Apostles". We went to look at them twice. The first time was in the evening as the sun was setting. They got their name because they look like stacks of pancakes but in beautiful shapes. Hard to explain, I'll post pictures.
The hostel we stayed at had the option of camping, so I pitched the tent on some prime, beach front real estate. There was a sign outside the office that said "weather rocks" and had several little stones hanging from strings. I was quite interested in how these things tell the weather, then laughed the whole way through the rest of the sign "if rocks are:
wet = raining, dry = sunny, blowing = windy, shaking = earthquake, white = snowing, gone = tornado" etc. Pretty cute. The hostel also had an herb garden that I picked some fresh rosemary from to go with our dinner, and fresh mint to go with our breakfast.
I think it was one of the last nights of our road trip that had us staying at a free camp. There were at least 10 million sand flies trying to eat me. The End. For now. Next up: big shakes.