Lake Tekapo and Mount Cook

Again we spent one night in Christchurch before setting out. If I remember right, we got fish and chips for supper, as is usual after a hiking trip. (I’ve been told that if there’s a typical NZ food, it’s fish n chips.) I can’t say that it’s healthy, but it tastes pretty good.

Monday morning we repacked our bags and headed out for Lake Tekapo. On the way out of town we stopped at the Cookie Factory, where you can get misfit cookies (broken or misformed, but otherwise fine) for cheap.

I’ve heard Tekapo is a very touristy place, because it’s beautiful and because the weather is almost always nice. It took us 3 to 4 hours to get there, and when we got out of the car I realized that yup, it’s pretty much exactly as described. It actually put me in mind of Lake Louise in Banff.

We saw a tourist who had an iphone, an ipad, a camcorder and a DSLR. Because just one scenery-capturing device isn’t enough, obviously.
(credit to Will Rynearson for the photo)

Just a short drive up a small mountain took us to the Mount John Observatory. This is owned by the University of Canterbury, but tourists can buy a short time of nightsky observing if they so wish. We did not wish, so we just went up there for the view. (at least not for that amount of money)

Credit to Will Rynearson for the photo
(Look! I’m the shortest person in the group! When&how did that happen?)

We stayed at Lake Tekapo for the sunset and until the stars came out, seeing as we had two photographers in the group. While we waited I gave a mini course on how to build an inukshuk. Everyone got an A+.

Credit to Andreas Blöschl for the photo (and the inukshuk!)

SHEEP!
These are some lucky sheep…

Credit to Will Rynearson for the photo

We cooked supper in the parking lot that night, watching people come and go for a few hours. We got a little bit of attention for sitting on the ground in the middle of the parking lot, but that’s what you get for being too cheap to go find a restaurant.

At one point a lady drove up and helped us find Scorpio in the sky, as well as Venus and Saturn. Later we drove on towards Mount Cook village. We turned off the main road somewhere right before the airport to do some freedom camping once again.

Thanks to Will Rynearson and his wonderful camera for these two photos

There were sheep turds everywhere, so choosing a spot wasn’t that difficult.

The next day, (Tuesday) we went to explore Mount Cook National Park. Mount Cook is the tallest mountain in New Zealand, which makes it quite an attraction. We didn’t get right up close, we weren’t able to from this side of the mountains. We took a hike up to Hooker Lake in the hopes that we’d be able to see a bit more, but unfortunately it was raining sideways at us and the clouds made it hard to see the tops of the mountains. But we did get to see some icebergs and glaciers.

Then we had lunch, with another special guest wanting our food.

Tasman Valley was a 5 minute drive away, so we headed there next. Surprisingly, there were no clouds at all and the weather was beautiful. Here again we got to see some icebergs, and the tip of Mount Cook was also visible.

The two photographers

The tip of Mount Cook can be seen to the right, with the wind blowing snow off the top

View of Tasman Lake with Mount Cook to the left.

That night we did some more stargazing and freedom camping, although someone had to sleep in the car because our second tent turned out to not be as good as we’d thought. I hear it was quite comfy though, and warm too. (the wind was quite strong that night)

Wednesday we drove home, stopping in Twizel along the way to say hi to Gabe on his fishing adventure. Our map also informed us that the area used to film the Plains of Rohan in the Lord of the Rings was nearby, so we took a detour to take a peek at that as well.

The Plains of Rohan

It wasn’t the most exciting place in the world… but there you have it. Those are the plains of Rohan.

We got back to Christchurch in the early evening after a long but scenic drive. The rest of the week was for laundry and schoolwork. And that was our term break.

We’re halfway through the school semester!

Nelson, Nelson Lakes and Punakaiki

After finishing the Abel Tasman track we drove down to Nelson (one of the most scenic drives I’ve ever taken) and got a motel for the night. The place we stayed at had a winter special going on, so we got a good room (it was more like a suite, with a kitchen, living room and everything) for a good price. Once we’d split the cost, it was maybe the same as a hostel would have charged. ($30/night)

There we all showered and enjoyed sleeping in beds once again.

The after photo

Well I mean, the couch was comfy too.

Not only did the motel have good prices, they also had a continental breakfast. The next morning we were brought crepes with bananas, whipped cream and syrup. Unfortunately I learnt that people here like to say “maple syrup” when they simply mean “syrup.” (I got all excited when I heard him say he’d bring us maple syrup with our crepes, before one of my American friends told me that it was probably going to be just normal syrup. Even in the States apparently people don’t care to distinguish the two. And sure enough, the next morning they definitely brought us just plain old syrup. (I know, it’s disappointing. The world needs to get their food labels straight.))

Friday

Friday was spent exploring the city. Nelson is quite a nice little town. The area is comparable to Victoria BC, with wineries close by and beautiful flowering trees all over the place. The town even has a cathedral.

Photo credit: Will Rynearson

We went on a 15 minute tramp that day as well, which we decided to count as being our 7^th day in a row of hiking. Because why not. (If I work up a sweat, it counts, right?) The destination was the Centre of New Zealand.

The centre of New Zealand is conveniently located on the top of a hill with a beautiful view of Nelson down below. (While not actually being the exact physical centre of New Zealand, this point has been used by surveyors for quite some time as being near enough.)

Photo credit: Andreas Blöschl

Later on we went shopping for groceries for the next few days. I bought myself some manuka honey. It’s pretty expensive stuff, but apparently it has some really good health benefits. It tastes a little different than regular honey, and is unique to New Zealand. (made from Manuka trees, which are only found in NZ)
I had to buy some. YOLINZO (you only live in New Zealand once)

$13 for a small container like this

After that we went to enjoy the sunset at the beach before heading back to our motel and cooking ourselves some pizza.

Photo credit: Andreas Blöschl

We spent another night in the motel before heading down the West Coast and back to Christchurch.

Saturday

Saturday was mostly spent driving. Gabe took the bus back to Christchurch from Nelson so that he could spend the rest of the school break fishing, which made our drive a little more comfortable with only 4 people instead of 5. As we passed through Nelson Lakes National Park we stopped at Lake Rotoiti for a 4 hour tramp up a mountain. (for those of you who like maps, http://www.topomap.co.nz/NZTopoMap/nz38460/Parachute%20Rocks/Tasman)

Once again, the view was beautiful. New Zealand never fails to amaze.

Photo credit: Will Rynearson

Photo credit: Will Rynearson

That night we drove until it got dark. We were aiming for a campground that was listed on our map, but when we got there it was closed. Instead we decided to do some freedom camping. Freedom camping = you can camp for free wherever you want, so long as it’s not on private property or in a national park, and it’s 200m away from the road or anything man-made.

We ended up camping in punakaiki national park, but it wasn’t the main entrance to the park – we hoped that no one would come and check that we were there. There were signs on the ground that others had done the same before us. The only thing I really remember from this night was laying outside on our mats, in our sleeping bags, looking up at the stars as we waited for the pasta to cook. I’m still awed by the night sky here in New Zealand. And Will also taught us once again how to find South by using the southern cross.

Sunday

Sunday we packed up quickly because of all the sand flies. (I still don’t think they’re as bad here as the mosquitoes in rural Alberta, but they are bad.)

We drove down the West Coast, stopped at the Pancake Rocks, and then continued our journey on to Christchurch.

Scientists are not sure how exactly the pancake rocks formed – but it has something to do with thousands of years, and ocean.

The West Coast is beautiful

We went through Arthur’s pass to get back home. Arthur’s Pass is a drive which is becoming quite familiar.

We stopped in Arthur’s pass to eat lunch, and were bombarded by keas. A kea is an alpine parrot, the only mountain parrot in the world, and they’re endangered. They’re hard to find anywhere else, but I’ve never failed to see one going through Arthur’s Pass. Being very curious birds, they’ll always come out and say hi, and they’re very smart – especially when it comes to getting food. They’re also kind of annoying. If you let them, they’ll peck at the rubber parts on your car, or drink the rest of your coffee, or steal small items of clothing. We brought out our lunch and immediately attracted the attention of several keas.

Photo credit: Andreas Blöschl

This kea was just testing the waters – he didn’t actually hop up on my arm.

Abel Tasman Coast Track

Monday

The next day we left for Abel Tasman. New Zealand has 9 Great Walks (world-renowned tramps that are several days long, through beautiful scenery), and Abel Tasman is one of them.

The track is 54km long and takes 3-5 days to complete. We decided it would be a great backpacking trip for our term break. So the 5 of us that bought a car (Will, Gabe, Kristina, Andi and I) squished ourselves and our backpacks into the red Honda Integra and set off in the early morning.

Credit to Gabe Park for the photo

After 7 hours, we got to our destination. We paid our camping fees at the information centre ($15/person/night), along with a ticket for a watertaxi. (Since the whole thing is a one-way track, you need to take a watertaxi back to your car at the starting point. We decided that one person would take the watertaxi and then come pick the rest of us up, in order to save $45 each.)

The before picture

It was around 3pm when we started hiking. We went 12km and ended up getting to our first campsite just after dark. We set up our tents, cooked ourselves some pasta and then sat around the fire talking until it was time for bed. It was the first time I’d ever fallen asleep to the sound of waves crashing against the shore.

Tuesday

Tuesday was rainy. That’s about all you need to know about Tuesday. It wasn’t particularly fun; it turns out my raincoat wasn’t quite as waterproof as I thought it was, after hours of the rain working down the waterproof covering. We walked for 15km before finally getting to our campsite, where we were glad to see a cooking shelter waiting for us.

For the most part the rain had stopped by the time we had set up our tents. I don’t know what possessed me at that particular moment, but I felt the need to go for a run at that point. We were situated right next to a beautiful beach, and so I went for a short jog alongside the waves.

That night we made macaroni and cheese. (Real macaroni and cheese – with melted cheese, onions, garlic, peas, and sausage.) I ate ‘til I was stuffed, and then I remember commenting that I’m pretty sure I eat better on tramps than I do at home.

We sat around talking again that night, inside the cooking shelter, while drinking tea and sharing chocolate. Seeing as we’ve made friends with quite a few Germans and Austrians, Will and I are determined to learn a bit of German while we’re here. (a true Kiwi experience, I know) So we learned a few words from Andi and Kristina after supper, as well as a few sentences. I can now officially speak a little bit of German. (Ich war ein kleiner grüner Frosch)

Later that night we had a visitor; a possum came by to see if we would share any food. We didn’t of course, but he came by several times just in case. Gabe caught of a photo of him from behind as he was running away:

We left our backpacks in the shelter that night, so they wouldn’t get more soaked than they already were. We made sure to store all our food safely deep inside our backpacks where the possum wouldn’t be able to get at it.

Wednesday

We woke up to a mess in the cooking shelter. It turns out Kristina had forgotten some of her food in the “brain” of her backpack (the top part that can flip open). So the possum had opened the zipper, eaten all the granola bars and apples that had been there, and left wrappers and turds everywhere. It was quite a mess.

And now I understand why no one likes possums very much. 😉

(In fact, the government of New Zealand has this to say about it: )

Click on photo to enlarge

That day we had two tidal crossings along our route. The Abel Tasman Coastal Track follows the shoreline quite closely for it’s full 54km, so there are a few occasions when the trail crosses an estuary. A tidal crossing is where you have to wait for low tide to be able to continue across the estuary. Even at low tide the water can come pretty high, so crossing at high tide would be impossible. But we’d learnt the tidal times at the info centre and we’d planned for it. Like any other tramp so far, we knew we weren’t getting out of this with dry ankles.

The water came up to the middle of my thighs at this crossing.
(Credit to Andreas Blöschl for the photo)

Credit to Andreas Blöschl for the photograph 🙂

That night we played cards (and drank tea and ate chocolate as usual of course) underneath the roof of another shelter, as it rained outside. We had another visitor that night: a Weka bird came by several times to check for any food. We weren’t too worried, because all the food was stowed away, until at one point when the bird stole Gabe’s socks that he had left out to dry. Gabe chased him down and got his socks back, but after that we had to keep an eye out for the rest of our stuff.

Thursday

At this point, we were another 17km from the end of the track. Originally we had thought that we’d planned to finish the whole thing, but upon reaching our campsite on Wednesday, and seeing the name of the campsite, we realized that the lady who had booked our watertaxi had booked it for this campsite. So we had inadvertently arranged to be picked up at the second last stop. This turned out to be a good thing, as we were all really glad to not have an extra 17km to do that day; it was our 5^th day in a row of tramping and we were getting pretty tired.

But I felt rather disappointed when I found out I wouldn’t be actually hiking the whole thing, and Andi felt the same. So we worked out a plan: the next day, Will would take the watertaxi back to get our car while Gabe and Kristina waited. Meanwhile Andi and I, leaving most of our gear behind with those two, would head out to finish the rest of the track. Will would pick up Gabe and Kristina there, and then continue on to pick up Andi and I at the finish line.

Credit to Will Rynearson for the photo

We all enjoyed our own little adventures that day. The weather had turned nice, the first sunny day since we got there, and it was a blessing. For me, it was a great way to end the trip. Since we didn’t have our heavy packs and the trail was well groomed, Andi and I decided to do a little bit of running. (Well, he had a backpack – we fit both of our day stuff into one pack. It still wasn’t as heavy, but water, cameras, and food still weigh a lot. Props to him for being able to run with a backpack on, and letting me go without.) We ended up running every time the trail went downhill, and walking all the uphill bits. I would say we ran at least a third of our journey that day, and it ended up being about 20km total. (I said it was 17 earlier, but we got lost somewhere along the way and took a 3km loop track by accident, before getting back on track.)

That’s probably the most fun I’ve had on a trail so far. It was just the right amount of work for my fitness level so it was a good workout, and trail running is surprisingly fun. The sights were gorgeous too. We passed golden beaches and walked beside the waves as they crashed onto the sand, saw some seals and endangered birds, and got to see the rainforest in the beautiful sunlight. It was a great day.

Doing a little photography while we waited for the others

All the little holes in the sand where the crabs hide

Our car coming to pick us up.
Credit to Andreas Blöschl for the photo again.

Bushball

So last time I wrote I talked to you guys about my onesie. The real reason I bought it was not just too look cool and feel snuggly warm, it was so I could wear it to Bushball.

Bushball is pretty much exactly what it sounds like: a ball in the bushes. (ball as in party. But we had a ball, if you know what I mean 😉 ) The trip consisted of a 3 hour tramp into the wilderness, where we set up our tents, donned our onesies (or costumes), laid out a potluck, mixed the alcoholic beverages, opened the keg, and had a good time.

(yes, there was a keg. It was a 25L one, and somebody went without a backpack in order to carry it in)

On Saturday morning we got together in the main parking lot as usual, where 30 or so people from the tramping club crammed ourselves into vans and our backpacks into trailers behind us. We drove into Lewis Pass this time, rather than our usual destination in Arthur’s Pass. It was only about a 3 hour drive.

The hike in was only 7km, but it rained off and on and there was a bit of elevation gain here and there. I’ve come to expect rain from New Zealand… if you come here to tramp you have to know that there is no staying dry, ever. If you’re lucky and it doesn’t rain on you, there will most certainly to be a river to cross at one point. But so long as you are prepared with extra dry clothes, it really doesn’t matter. The landscape is beautiful all the same.

There was a hut at our destination… which is good, because it did quite a bit of raining. So we set up the party inside the hut (we just couldn’t sleep in it because we hadn’t paid) and we set up our tents outside for sleeping.

There’s the keg. The hut in the background is called ‘Cannibal Gorge Hut’

The whole thing was well organized by Johannes: everyone had a job to do. You could write up a trip report and take photos, help clean up afterwards, help haul the keg in, mix alcohol, buy the alcohol, etc. And everyone also had to bring something for the potluck: I brought dessert. The potluck was a delicious meal, despite being limited to tramping food.

Some Kaiserschmarrn made & photographed by Andreas Blöschl

The theme for the party was either what you want to be when you grow, or onesie. I chose onesie, and I roamed the hut as a bear the whole night. There was definitely a range of other fuzzy animals to keep me company.

Photo courtesy of Andreas Blöschl

Carmen wanted to be a princess when she grew up

And then there was a dance party, somehow. O.o

Photo courtesy of Andreas Blöschl

Anyway, it was a lot of fun. I ended up falling asleep in the tent around 1am, and the next morning we woke up around 11 to make our way back out of the woods.

 

The next adventure? Tackling Abel Tasman, one of New Zealand’s Nine Great Walks.

Onesies, Cars, and Farmer’s Markets…

This weekend wasn’t quite as exciting as past weekends have been. I had an exam to study for, as well as some homework to catch up on, (and a room to clean) so I stayed home. It wasn’t uneventful though.
This week as it went by:

Friday

Friday was movie night. Michael (from Austria) happens to own the extended version of all three Lord of the Rings movies, and my roommate Kristina hasn’t seen them yet (*gasp.* I know, right?). So we watched part one on Friday. Popcorn and chips for all!

Saturday

Saturday I visited the Farmer’s Market, which I haven’t had a chance to do yet. There was lots of good food: bacon & egg sandwiches, Japanese pizzas, cake, hot chocolate… all for breakfast. (Any meal before noon is breakfast in my books) There was also some good music going on:

After that, Maddy (from Australia) and I went to watch a French movie at the Northlands Cinema. The movie was really cute, but let me talk to you about the theatre for a second. Omg, the leg room that we had. I stretched out my legs as far as I could and I still had about half a foot between my toes and the next seat. And the seats themselves were more like single-seat couches than theatre chairs…. I have never been so comfy at a movie theatre ^.^ I don’t think all movie theatres in New Zealand are like this, but it was cool nonetheless.

Sunday

Sunday was for schoolwork. (and guess what, I actually ended up doing some. In between watching Game of Thrones and cleaning my room and visiting others…)

Monday

On Monday, my onesie arrived.

Ok, so I have begun to notice that there is a trend in New Zealand of wearing onesies. They’re quite popular. The coolest student clubs sell them, and the funnest parties are onesie-themed. The Foundry (the biggest/only bar on campus) hosted one just the other weekend. Canadians might wear pajamas to class on a bad day, but the Kiwis wear onesies.

I decided to join the club and buy one for myself. It came in the mail and as soon as I put it on, my doubts vanished… it’s comfy and it’s warm, and I look like a teddy bear in it. So how could it not be awesome?

I may be starting to turn into a Kiwi just a little bit.

Sweet as.

My flatmate Kristina also bought one (hers is a dinosaur).

The other remarkable thing about this photo, if you’ll look closely, is that I’m holding a pot of pasta. Neither of us like to cook – but by golly, we made ourselves supper today.
It must’ve been the influence of the onesies.

The other exciting thing that I would like to talk about, before I end this blog post, is our car.

Tuesday

There are 5 of us that have been considering buying a car together. It would be way cheaper than renting all the time, especially if we split the cost. There are challenges to buying a car as a group, such as how to sell it again, when to sell it again (we all leave at different times), and the fact that now we’ll have to travel together after school is done. But seeing as our group is pretty flexible, and we like each other, none of us think these problems are really problems. We’ll work it out.
So we found a few cars we liked on trademe.co.nz (a website similar to Craigslist or Kijiji) and kept an eye on them. Tuesday night we sat down to bid on one. By 7:30pm, the auction had closed and we became the owners of a red Honda Integra.

This morning we went to pick it up. And now it’s official. We are proud car owners.
Just in time for our 2-week term break, too.

It’s super exciting  🙂

Hitchhiking to Pearson Lake

This weekend we decided to be adventurous in a different way than usual. So far we’ve been renting cars and hitching rides with the tramping club to get places, and that’s worked out. This weekend, however, the tramping club wasn’t going anywhere that appealed to us, and we were all cringing at the price we would have to pay in order to rent a car for the weekend. (it’s not too bad, split between 4 or 5 people, but it adds up the more you do it)

And so we decided to try a little experiment.

There is only one road that goes into Arthur’s Pass from Christchurch, and we’ve heard that people in NZ are really friendly. There’s a little campground on the North side of Pearson Lake up in the mountains, and we’re trying to get there for free. Well, not many of us had ever hitchhiked before – hadn’t even really considered it as an option, coming from North America. But we’ve heard it’s safer here in NZ.
And it’s free.

So the 6 of us headed out on Friday afternoon, as soon as classes were done. We split up into 3 groups of 2 and walked out of Christchurch (because it’s so small that you can just walk out), and started sticking our thumbs out. We talked to a couple schoolgirls on the way, who were walking home from school and seemed super excited to have met us. One of the girls took our picture:

🙂

Within maybe half an hour the first car stopped. The woman who offered to pick us apologized for having to split up the group, since she had a kid in the back already and could only bring 2, but we were happy with it. Will and Heiko took that one, and maybe ten minutes after that Andy and I were picked up by a UC (University of Canterbury) van. Turns out it was a bunch of engineering students on a class trip, out for a weekend of scientific measurements and stuff. (In other words, drinking.) They offered us beer and cider and candy, and Andy and I felt pretty lucky indeed. Contrary to Gabe and Robin who had to get 3 different rides to get to our destination, our van dropped us off right at our campground 2 hours later. One of the guys was drunk already, and gave us a goodbye hug. (yes, there was a DD) We found the rest of our group already waiting for us at the campsite.

Stopping for a drinking game/pee break along the way

We set our tent up just as it got dark, and happily began to prepare supper. We also made a fire, which turned out to be really hard to do. The ground was so wet and the air so humid – kindling was hard to find. But we ended up getting a good fire going after a good effort, and then we sat around until bedtime just talking and eating and sharing chocolate. (because that’s what we do…)

The next day we decided to go the Cave Streams, which was about a 13km hike down the road. Originally we had wanted to try and hike through the caves themselves once we got there, but it turns out that the usual water level inside some parts of the cave is waist-deep. We weren’t so keen on getting wet, not this weekend, so we just walked up to both entrances of the cave and got a good look inside. (cave-peeking is the new term for it… 😛 cheers, Thomas)

Photo courtesy of Andy Blöschl

Afterwards we decided to try and hitchhike back to our campsite, rather than walk the 13km again in the oncoming darkness.

Heiko dancing the “purify your water bottle” dance

The next day we took our time getting up and eating breakfast, before packing and splitting up to hitchhike back to Christchurch. Once again Andy and I got a one-vehicle trip, all the way back to Ilam Apartments.

In the end, it was a successful first experience with hitchhiking. I still don’t think I would do it in Canada, and it might suck if it had been raining. As it was, it was great, and we were all glad that we were able to spend a weekend in the mountains for free.

Godley Head and other Musings about Aotearoa

This weekend was a little more relaxed in terms travel. So far I’ve been going somewhere every weekend, and sometimes even in between. Saturday was spent as a study day, and on Sunday I went to explore Godley Head park with Heiko and Kristina. It’s just past Taylor’s Mistake, so we got to see that area again as well.

When I was still in Canada looking at coming to Christchurch, everyone said that Christchurch is a city that has the feel of a small town. So far I think that’s proven pretty true. There are about 400,000 people in the city, but everyone is really nice and friendly. As we were walking up the hill for example, a lady pulled over and asked if we were headed to Taylor’s Mistake and if we wanted a ride. “There are easier ways of getting there than what you’re doing.” So she brought us to the beginning of the trail, where she was also headed. And earlier that day, Heiko missed the bus that Kristina and I were on. A man saw him running after the bus and pulled over to ask if he needed a ride to the city centre, since that’s where he was headed anyway.

Things like that would just not happen in Alberta.

The rest of the day was pretty chill. We walked around Godley Head from Taylor’s Mistake to Breeze Bay (for those of you who like maps, http://www.topomap.co.nz/NZTopoMap/trck24349/Godley%20Head%20Walkway/Canterbury ) and we saw the remnants of one of New Zealand’s coastal defense areas for WWII.

The rest of it was just lots of beautiful scenery.

Sheep!

That’s about it for Godley Head. Once again I’m going to insist on telling you how wonderful it is to live in Christchurch, less than an hour’s bus ride from cool places such as this. 🙂

Now for some tales about New Zealand. So far I’ve been only blogging about my adventures in the bush, but there’s lots to say about living here too. I don’t think I had much culture shock – although I did get a little bit homesick in the beginning. I’m over that now, thanks mainly to the start of school and the making of friends. And the travelling with the friends. Living here is great. The university campus is pretty, although not as big as the UofA. The tallest building on campus is the James Height Library with its eleven floors.

It’s a great view to have while procra—I mean studying.

Palm trees grow here and there, which was weird at first, but I’m starting to get used to it. The first time I went exploring in the Ilam Gardens though, I walked off the path to ogle at this huge palm tree that was growing by the side of the stream. Two kiwis who were sitting down watched me for a minute, before one guy called out, “What are you doing?” I had to explain that palm trees don’t grow where I’m from, so that I was just taking a closer look, and being a bit weird… “Being Canadian,” he said understandingly. (facepalm)

Oh, and the people here are called Kiwis, as you might imagine from me calling them such. The fruit is called kiwifruit, and the bird is called kiwibird, and the people are called kiwis.

The temperature isn’t that cold, once I got over the shock of coming directly from summer. Everyone says that it’s a mild winter and it should be colder than this though.

I did feel an earthquake already – it was maybe the second Saturday after I got here. I was lying in bed and realized that things were shaking. It ended pretty quickly, maybe after 15 seconds, and it was a pretty gentle shaking. I probably would have slept through it, if I’d been asleep when it started. My roommate Kristina also said she felt it, so I know it’s not just my imagination.

Some other things that I’ve learnt so far:

–       Aotearoa is the Maori word for New Zealand. Literally it means “the land of the long white cloud.” It’s being used more and more, even by Pakeha (non-Maori people) instead of “New Zealand.”
–       People here love longboards. Bikes are all over, but so are longboards. I guess when you never have snow, they’re pretty handy for getting you places faster than walking.
–       The standard paper size here is different. It’s about an inch longer from top to bottom, which is really annoying when you brought your own clipboard from Canada so you wouldn’t have to buy one here, and the paper keeps sticking out the bottom and getting crinkled, and it’s annoying… sigh. First world problems.
–       Kiwis like to burn couches.
Apparently, the thing to do at parties is to take your old couch outside and burn it. Apparently, sometimes it escalates into a house burning down. O.o (I did go to a houseparty at one point where there was a half-burned couch. And the next day we walked we saw a house on fire, and it was about in the same area…)
–       Kiwis often go barefoot.
Everywhere. Outside when it’s a nice day, outside when it’s raining… And if you’re a guy, you also often go in your muscle shirt.
–       Kiwis are probably hardier than Canadians when it comes to the cold. Heating is expensive here, as are insulated houses. Most just go without either to save money. Imagine seeing your breath inside your house in winter, and having to wear a tuque and sweater to bed. No thanks. I’ll stick with my nicely heated Canadian buildings, thanks. (Luckily, my room has its own block heater, and good insulation. So I’m fine.)
–       Kiwis really like onesies.
All the cool parties are onesie parties. The coolest student clubs sell them. One of the tramping club hikes that I’m going on is called “Bushball,” where everyone hikes in, changes into their onesie, and gets tipsy off the keg that we will also bring in.

Some kiwi slang:

–       Pakeha
–       sweet as.
“as” is used as an intensifier. For example, we would say “sweet,” and they would say, “sweet as.” (Not “sweet ass,” like I thought I heard the first time.) chilly as, hot as, etc.
–       they also shorten everything. Examples: cuzzies = cousins. Rellies = relatives. Flattie = flatmate. Sunnies = sunglasses. Prezzie = present. Uni = university.
–       cheers (it means thank you, goodbye, you’re welcome, etc.) you can even shorten it to just “chur”
–       dairy = convenience store
–       Jandals = flip flops. (the Australians call them thongs)
–       “Kia ora” means hello in Maori, but it’s used commonly in English as well.
–       knackered = not doing so well (person? tired. thing? broken)
–       togs = bathing suit
–       Tomato sauce = ketchup. (Did I tell you about the pizza? Oh yes I did.)
–       chilly bin = cooler
–       I’m gonna go have me a feed = I’m gonna go eat
–       “How’re you going” is correct, and “how’re you doing” is not. (don’t be surprised when I come back to Canada saying this)
–       Chips = fries
–       Pissed = drunk (not angry)
–       Crunk = crazy drunk (I even saw this on a billboard sign advertisment for a cell phone company… it was something about “crunk texting.”)
–       Yeah-nah = Yeah. No. (as in, “Yeah. No, I agree, I don’t like [X] either.”)
–       Muesli = granola. Although the Europeans also use the word muesli, so technically it’s not really just a kiwi slang.

There’s so much more, but those are the ones that stand out so far.

One last thing I will rant about is this: Canada is a mess when it comes to measurement systems.
I find myself hanging out with a few Americans as well as other nationalities, so we’re constantly trying to convert back and forth between metric and imperial to figure out what is what. Turns out though, that Canadians use almost everything (at least I do), but not everywhere. Like I said, it’s a mess.

For example:
– We use kg and grams to weigh food in the store… but lbs to weigh ourselves. (I haven’t got a clue what I am in kg…)
– We use metres to say how much elevation gain you’ve hiked, or to measure how tall a building is… but we use feet and inches to measure our personal height.
– We use Celsius for temperatures… but every oven that I’ve used is in Farenheight. My Grandma’s house thermostat is only in Farenheight too.
– We use both km and miles to measure distances. (although miles usually only come in for short distances)
– We use acres to measure small land areas, and km² to measure bigger land areas.
– We use ml and litres to measure liquids, but teaspoons and cups to measure out things for recipes. I’ve also had to use ounces, gallons, and pints before.
– … and last of all, we use both the 12 hour clock and the 24 hour clock… if you’re French Canadian of course 😉

Although this mix of stuff may sound pretty normal for any Canadian, it’s actually really weird. Just when you think you’re good in one system, (like metric, because you’re talking in kilometres with the Europeans), someone asks a question like, “how tall are you?” and you realize that you really don’t use the metric system as consistently as you thought you did, because you have no idea how many centimetres tall you are. Or you think that it’s totally normal to know that one litre is made up of 4 cups, and that a cup is 250ml, but then everyone who isn’t American or Canadian blinks at you and asks how much that is when you say “measure one cup.” Or when you’re talking to an American and they start converting feet into metres for you, because they’re so used to having to convert measurements for people, but you reassure them that you know what they’re talking about. Because we use feet too.

The one thing I can say that I consistently do not use is mph. (miles per hour)
Whew. At least there’s one thing.
(Oh, and I guess shoe sizes are always the same in Canada. That’s nice. Here in NZ it seems they usually know US, UK and European sizing)

Sumner and Kaikoura

Sumner

Wednesday after class we decided to take a trip to Sumner. Sumner is the fancier suburb of Christchurch, right along the side of the ocean. A few of us took a bus down, about a 45 minute ride, and got off to walk along the side of the beach.

The trail that followed the coast was closed due to damage from the earthquakes a couple years ago, so we found a different way that involved going uphill. Eventually we came to a bay called “Taylor’s Mistake.” It was a beautiful area, and there were a couple surfers in the water.

I have no idea who Taylor was, or what his mistake was. I looked it up, but it seems nobody else really knows either. Either way, it’s an intriguing name for a beautiful place.

Photo courtesy of Carmen Widera

We wandered around for a few hours, pausing in the park for a beautiful sunset before taking the bus home.

This wonderful photo is courtesy of Andy Blöschl ^.^

Christchurch is a lovely city. Surrounded by mountains and ocean, all of which are just a relatively short bus ride away – there’s quite a bit to explore. I’m really glad I came here.

That night at the tramping club meeting, Andy, Will and I realized that none of us had classes the next day – even though it was Thursday. So we decided to plan a day trip, lest we waste spare time. 😉

Kaikoura

We decided to go to Kaikoura, a coastal town about 2 hours North of Christchurch. It’s known for its wildlife viewing, especially of seals and whales. We left early in the morning on Thursday, biking to the airport where we could pick up our rental car.

Christchurch is a very bike-friendly city – at least, compared to Edmonton – and small enough that you can get almost anywhere important. As a student living on campus, I can rent a bike at any time for free via a company called Nextbike. You just rent it out by phoning them on your cell, and return it within 24 hours, and it’s all free. Honestly, I love the freedom of biking around town, and not having to pay for gas or bus fare. It’s also extremely useful for getting places that are just a little too far to walk, especially, say, when you need to rent a car and the rental company is situated at the airport. It took us about 20 minutes to bike there, which isn’t bad at all.

The first adventure of the day, after our morning exercise, was driving on the left side of the road. There were four of us on the trip – but only two of us with English driver’s licenses. So we took turns: Will drove there, and I drove us back.

It turns out that it’s not too hard to get used to driving on the left side of the road. The main things are getting a sense of the positioning of the car (since you’re judging from a whole new angle), shifting gears with the left hand instead of the right, and accidentally turning on the windshield wipers instead of the turn signal.

After a 2-hour scenic drive through mountains and along the coast, we arrived in Kaikoura. It’s a small but lovely place. The town itself isn’t much, but the mountains tower majestically nearby – high and snow covered – before dropping away suddenly into the sea.

Today wasn’t a huge tramping day. We walked about 12 or 13 km, but it was pretty relaxed. We stopped often and it didn’t feel much like exercise. The trail ran around a small peninsula, so we followed that and got a magnificent view of the ocean all around. Thankfully, the weather was perfect too.

About halfway around we found some seals. Here, the two photographers of the group (sadly I didn’t take my big camera with me, so I don’t count myself as among them… 😦 ) paused to take many photos. (But actually that’s okay. They’re just seals.)

At the end of the day we stopped to sit on a bench and enjoy the view of a beautiful sunset over the mountains.

And it was then, minding our own business, sitting on a bench by the seaside, when a seal decided he wanted to attack us. He was a few metres away, and suddenly went from suntanning to growling and charging at us. I don’t think he was too serious about it, but we all had to get up and run.

Thanks to Andy Blöschl for the well-timed photo

Walking back to our car we enjoyed the last rays of daylight, and met a guy playing a guitar while riding a bike. After it got dark we stopped at the Why Not Café for some hot chocolate. (I mean, why not?)

And then it was time to head home. So I got into the driver’s side, adjusted my mirrors, and we were off.

The best part of the day, for me, happened on the way home. It was maybe 7 or 8 o’clock, and pitch black outside. We waited until we got out of the mountains, past the twisty-turny roads, and then pulled over onto a side road to get out and do some night-sky viewing.

It was the most amazing night sky I have ever seen.

I thought living in Canada (and working in a national park) would give me a pretty good idea of what a dark preserve can offer. The Elk Island night sky is great. Jasper and Banff is even better. Halfway between Kaikoura and Christchurch in New Zealand, however, is amazing.

I’ve seen the Milky Way before, but I’ve never seen so many… layers? I guess? Colours?

I don’t know. I can’t describe it.

All I know is that I love looking at the night sky, and this blew my breath away. It still does, every time I think about it. (Have I mentioned I may have fallen in love with the night sky?)

Thanks to Will and his awesome camera, you can at least get an idea of it.

Photo courtesy of Will Rynearson

Photo courtesy of Will Rynearson

Photo courtesy of Will Rynearson

The Re-Freshers Tramping Trip

Saturday at 8am, about 40 people from the tramping club met up in one of the university car parks for an overnight tramping trip called Re-Freshers. (Freshers because we were mostly noobs, and re-freshers because it’s the second semester. So we don’t get to be complete newbs. (how exactly do I spell that?)) Anyway. We were headed into Arthur’s Pass again, this time to somewhere with less snow and more hot pools.

We were warned the previous Wednesday that this trip would mainly consist of crossing and re-crossing a river until we got there, so most of us packed appropriately. (most of us…) After a two-hour long bus ride through the beautiful misty mountains, we arrived, pulled out our packs, and headed off into the bushes.

The first river crossing wasn’t too bad. I don’t have waterproof shoes, but that really only matters when the water is lower than the top of your boots. As it was, everyone’s feet got soaked, and stayed soaked pretty much the whole weekend.

Next we were crossing an area that looked somewhat like the Dead Marshes. (Alert: LOTR reference. Better get used to it though, ‘cause there will be many of these…)

We were hungry.
(Photo courtesy of Heiko Bohlen)

Maybe half an hour to an hour after that, we entered a sort of rainforest. And all of this not too far from the snowy mountains we had crossed last weekend.

There was a lot of river crossings. At one point the current looked fast enough that I thought it would be better to do a group crossing with someone. Kristina and I went together, and the water came up to our hips. We were halfway through the river when the current got really fast, and the water really high, and my feet got swept from under me. I definitely half-fell in, and because I hadn’t brought a pack liner, some stuff in my bag got wet as well. I was afraid both Kristina and I would topple over completely into the river, because we couldn’t get our footing for a while, but we ended up alright. We probably stepped on each others’ feet at least twice, and then we braced ourselves against some big rocks so we could stand up again – which gave us some very lovely-coloured bruises later on.

Well, that probably sounded more scary than it actually was. Once we got to the other side (I hyperventilated a bit and then) we started laughing. We were the only ones who fell in, sadly. Or I mean gladly, gladly. So it wasn’t that bad.

No one got a photo of it, but lots of people saw it. Here’s a photo of two people crossing at the same spot and not falling in:

Good times.

Here’s another photo of a successful river crossing:

When we finally got to our destination, we were definitely ready for some hot springs. The first order of business was to set up our tents and dig out the hotpools – because nature doesn’t always provide a perfect pool sitting area.

Luckily though, I was with the last group to arrive and I didn’t have to do any of the above. Ha. So the second order of business was to change into our bathing suits and get into the hotpools. Which I did, happily.

The rest of that night was spent sitting in hot pools and sleeping in tents, so there’s not much to say after that. I did see a possum though, which is apparently just as bad as a squirrel when it comes to digging/chewing through backpacks for food. …but he looked pretty chill to me.

There is no possum in this photo. Sorry. I just wanted to show you the tents.

The next day we woke up at 10, put our wet clothes back on, and headed out. (We’d hung our clothes up to dry, but there was too much humidity in the air. If anything, they probably just got wetter.)

Today we had two options: go back the way we came, or take a longer, easier route back to the vans. Most people chose the longer and easier route, but that route consisted of crossing the river many more times than we had the day before. So I took the shorter route.

I, Andy (from Austria), Michael (also from Austria) and Will (USA) decided we could probably make up for lost time by going quickly, since we were some of the last people to leave the campsite. We trekked quickly, and somehow ended up being the first to arrive at the vans. (or close to first)

Photo courtesy of Andreas Blöschl

Photo courtesy of Andrew Thorson

All in all, it was a good trip.

It was a good indication of what to look forward to in future tramps – wet feet and beautiful scenery. Next time I’ll make sure I have a bag liner so I can keep my stuff dry.

Soccer and Clubs Day

This week was a pretty good week.

Wednesday was Clubs Day. Well, more like Clubs lunch because it only lasted for two hours. But there was free food, and so many clubs. I signed up for quite a few, including the sci-fi club, the physics club, the wine club, and one called Cake Wednesdays. This last club exists for the sole purpose of having free cake on Wednesdays. (Did I come to the right university? Yes. Yes I did.) I doubt I’ll get to do much or be super involved with any of them, especially since I’m already part of the Canoe Club and the Tramping Club. But the sign-ups were free for the most part, so why not?

Hopefully I’ll get some wine-tasting and stargazing in, anyway 😉

On Thursday, a few of us decided we wanted to play some soccer. Michael (from Austria) had a ball, so six of us went out to the Ilam fields and set up a small playing area. It’s only been 3 or 4 weeks since I last played soccer… but it’s been too long. >.<

The game was a lot of fun, and the field was so muddy… I don’t know if my bright pink shoes will ever be the same. My brand new pants officially look great with mud splattered all over them. The Austrians and the German decided to go barefoot, while the Welshman and the American and I all decided to keep our shoes on.

In hindsight, it probably would’ve been better if we’d been barefoot.

Ah well. Next time!

The game was short, seeing as it got dark quickly, and Heiko and I had to leave for choir after a half hour anyway. It wasn’t until we got there that we realized just exactly how dirty we were. (I had to excuse myself to wash my hands, cause that was just embarrassing. I looked like a kid who loves to play in the mud.) But it was a good time. Soccer and singing in one day, how much better can it get? (I mean, apart from being in New Zealand and all that.)

Later on, I emailed the RecCentre about forming an intramural’s team for soccer – turns out they still have spots left for this semester. So I started a facebook conversation with a few people who might be interested in playing on Wednesdays, and lo and behold – after a lengthy democratic and indecisive process for choosing the team name – we had a team.

Things are looking good.

Also, I bought a guitar. Hopefully I will be able to sell it again when I leave, but for now I am enjoying the music.

Anyway, I should probably go now because I do have a paper that I need to write. (What with the music and the soccer and the travel and the procrastinating, I don’t know if I’m actually going to pass my classes this semester…)

But I get to play soccer. Huzzah!

😀