On arrival in NZ, I checked into the hostel in Wellington and promptly fell asleep, the time being well after midnight. Awaking early the next morning, I caught the bus to Palmerston North, where Reganne met me at the bus stop. She had to work during the afternoon, which gave me plenty of time to scrub the “backpacker” smell from me, and we enjoyed a nice meal and catch up that night.
I preoccupied myself while Reganne was at work the next day, and that night Matt and Reganne took me out to their typical Wednesday’s “quiz night.” The next day we chilled out at home, giving me a chance to get caught up on my TV favourite True Blood.
Friday I decided it would be best to head down to the south island and see what there was to see, so I headed back to Wellington to finish the hop-on, hop-off tour I’d started in April.
The trip from Wellington across the ferry to Picton was an uneventful three hours. From there we drove to Kaiteriteri, where we were bumped from the normal tour accommodation due to a midget conference – the little people of NZ – and no, I’m not joking. Instead we were moved to a Christian camp for the night, which was passable, barely.
I was dismayed to find the tour group to be quite young and resigned myself to the next two weeks being filled with 18 year olds talking about how drunk they got the night before and how they thought they were going to be sick the next day from the windy roads on the bus. Still, I vowed to be sociable and make the most of my time.
We spent the morning in Kaiteriteri, where I enjoyed the scenic view of Sandy Bay from a cafe, drinking a good cup of coffee. Then we headed to Westport, where we stayed at Bazil’s Hostel, a friendly and welcoming place that reminded me of where I first stayed in Cairns.
That night was yet another rugby match: Australia vs. New Zealand, who were competing to move onto the finals for the world cup. New Zealand’s All Blacks team won, leaving everyone in good spirits. I had a bit too much wine but ended the night harmlessly enough, joining some girls in the common area to watch Bridget Jones.
From Westport we headed toward Lake Mahinapua. On the way we stopped at Cape Foulwind, a pretty walk over the headlands with stunning views, including a seal colony basking on the rocks in the sun. We also did a blustery, cold walk called Truman Track, which proved how ferocious the ocean could be as the tide comes in on a windy day. Our lunch stop was at the Pancake Rocks, which were so named for the rocks’ shape and formation, though the rocks didn’t look very pancake-like to me.
Eventually we ended up at our accommodation, a farmstead-type place in the middle of nowhere. The group meal left something to be desired, and the rooms weren’t much better. Because we were miles from anywhere, our tour guide had us participate in a theme party to keep us entertained. The theme: anything but clothes. I went as a paper bag princess, and I received a few compliments on my gift bag/tiara outfit, though I was more impressed with the creativity of some of the other costumes. It’s amazing what you can do with a shower curtain and some chicken wire.
My mood improved as we arrived at the Rainforest Retreat in Franz Joseph. The hostel offered proper facilities, including a decent communal area, a restaurant/bar with a roasting fireplace to sit beside, and an outdoor hot tub to soak in with a view of the mountains.
I headed over to the hot pools in the early evening and thoroughly enjoyed the relaxing atmosphere. The hot pools were perhaps the nicest I have in seen in Canada, Australia, or New Zealand so far.
We climbed the Franz Joseph Glacier the following day, which I wrote a separate post about. Unfortunately the weather was too windy for us to do the full climb, so we arrived back at the hostel mid-afternoon. I managed to find an extra free pass to the hot pools for the evening, and after a few glasses of wine thoroughly enjoyed myself.
Heading out from Franz Joseph, we drove into Wanaka, arriving early in the afternoon. I spent the afternoon at a cafe sorting through my photos, and the evening relaxing in my room, since I felt as though I was coming down with a cold. Wanaka didn’t have much to offer besides a pretty view of the lake, so I didn’t feel as though I missed out on too much.
An early start from Wanaka brought us into Puzzle World, which I skipped over, as the attraction seemed to be yet another tourist trap with little actual value or interest, and when others came through the maze and illusion rooms, they confirmed my suspicions.
We arrived in Queenstown around 3 p.m. after stopping to watch a few of the tour group jump from the world’s original bungy site. From there, we were left to our own devices.
I wandered around town for a bit before realizing it was simply a commercialized mountain town similar to Banff, though with a bigger adventure and party scene, and then settled back at the hostel for a few hours to chill out. I finally decided to head down to the wharf, where I enjoyed a glass of wine and pizza while watching performers at the local jazz festival.
I spent my free day in Queenstown on a tour out to Milford Sound. It was a full day, starting at 8 am and not returning until 9 p.m., but I found myself decidedly disappointed with the entire excursion. Though the drive was scenic and cruise-y, the driver yammered on the whole time and didn’t give us time to simply sit back and take in the view. The photo spots were nice, but I found the scenery looked so much like British Columbia, on a smaller scale, that I was slightly underwhelmed. I didn’t want to be underwhelmed, but I couldn’t help myself.
Even the boat cruise, which I was looking forward to all day, barely held my attention. I’m not sure what I expected, but with all the talk of how beautiful and pristine Milford Sound was, I somehow thought I would be shocked by its beauty and remoteness. I wasn’t. The highlight of the day was seeing some seals laying on the rocks in the sun, which offered a better photo op than I’d had on a previous walk.
I set off from Queensland to Christchurch and realized once we were underway that there was a mix up with the bus schedule that would have left me in Christchurch not one night, but three, and with all the devastation from the recent earthquakes and aftershocks, the driver recommended I continue on to Kaikoura.
Kaikoura was a lovely sea-side town, and it was also the setting for me to watch the rugby world cup, where everyone was on the edge of their seats watching the New Zealand All Blacks in their narrow defeat against France. I imagined many kiwis felt watching the game the same way Canadians did in our defeat of the Americans in the Olympic games for hockey. Two glasses of wine all but knocked me out, so once the game was over I took my flushed cheeks off to bed for an amazing night’s sleep.
From Kaikoura we left the south island behind, with a stunning view of the west coast winding beside us. We crossed the Picton Ferry to arrive back in Wellington, where I found out my onward plans to Taupo were abruptly and unceremoniously cancelled, much to my dismay.
Instead of departing on the bus to Taupo as originally planned, I stayed behind in Wellington and took stock of my situation, trying to figure out my next move. I was broke, had seen all I’d wanted to see of NZ, and though I didn’t really want my world adventures to end, resigned myself to the fact it was time to go home. I moved up my flight, called Reganne to make plans for one last visit, and sorted my pickup from the airport in Edmonton.