Category: New Zealand

Campbell Island has the distinction of being the closest land to the antipodal point of the UK. The antipode of any location on the planet is the point on the globes surface diametrically opposite to it. Points that are antipodal to each other are situated such that a straight line connecting the two would pass through Earth’s centre. In other words, we are as far away from home as it is possible to get.

Far from home and in trouble. Our cabin came up on the naughty list today, so we had to go and clean our boots. Yesterday there was a general discussion on biosecurity. The issue, the problem, is cross contamination by non-native species to the sub-Antarctic islands. Back in the day it was common to introduce new species in the hope of improving things. Pigs to help castaways, plants that might grow better, that sort of thing. There was also truly little control over the accidental introduction of foreign organisms. Rats came ashore off ships. Cats were brought to control the rats. Food stuffs contained seeds which got into the local environment and so on. Unfortunately, some of these foreigners became invasive and changed the ecological balance of a whole island. Rodents could wipe out entire bird species. The avians had never dealt with mammalian predators before and were devoid of defences. Similarly, some plant species could end up displacing local, more specialised varieties. Rabbits could munch particular and rare types of vegetation into extinction. These are all valid and real concerns. The basic approach, to ensure that no cross-contamination occurs is valid. However, there is this pendulum thing again and I do wonder if some people go a bit overboard. The end of the talk explained how we could use an opened paper clip to pick the grains of sand out from the label on our boots. We were also told about a spider. This had been spotted in a corridor. It was now safely caught, identified, boxed and packed into a freezer for return to New Zealand.

Biosecurity requires that we cannot go to the toilet when we go ashore.  Because a shore trip can last three or four hours this means getting yourself into a state of dehydration before you leave the ship. Half rations on the coffee at breakfast and no orange juice. Today we went for a walk up a hill. A little over 7 km up a steady slope and then back again. The weather was wet and windy. Gusting 30 knots near the top. This would have been a steady morning stroll with a flask of tea and some biscuits to have at the summit. But no food allowed. At all. Nothing. No tea. You can take some water but if you drink it then your bladder will have to suffer the consequences until you get back to the ship. It was quite a nice walk and I mostly enjoyed it. We passed several nesting albatrosses and there were some interesting views when the clouds briefly lifted. Diane found it very challenging. You are not allowed to sit down. Not even any kneeling. A few breaks, being properly hydrated and some chocolate would have made all the difference. There was a bench at the top where we had a brief respite. The wind picked up some more and the guides appeared to get into a bit of a panic. They started clucking a lot. We all had to group together. We should stop and squat down (without sitting or kneeling) if there was a strong gust. There was quite a lot of shouting, unnecessary organising and general confusion. Fortunately, as we dropped down the hillside, the wind dropped and things calmed down a bit. There was an incident with someone trying to take a selfie with an albatross on a nest and that did, quite rightly, end in a bit of a ticking off.

Getting back to the ship was a big relief in many ways.

This morning the expedition team announced and posted their first naughty list. The night before, they had been round the lockers in the mud room checking everybody’s muck boots. If they were not clean enough, you were put on the naughty list. Anyone on this wall of shame needed to go down to the mud room and scrub their boots before breakfast. Fortunately, Diane and I escaped the dawn punishment and we could have a peaceful breakfast.

Enderby Island is the most northerly of the Auckland archipelago. The island’s northernmost point is Derry Castle Reef, named after the ship which foundered there in 1887. The sole passenger and 7 of the 23 crew made it ashore at Sandy Bay. They found a castaway depot but it had been looted. After 92 days they discovered an axe head in the sand and were able to build a boat from the wreckage. With this they could reach a second depot at Port Ross. Here they survived for a couple more months before finally getting rescued.

They may have dined, at least some of the time, on rabbit. The animals had been introduced to the island 20 years earlier specifically for this purpose. It was a common practise. Elsewhere, pigs, sheep and even cattle had been left on islands for the benefit of shipwrecked sailor. The Enderby rabbits were there for 130 years by which time they could be classified as a distinct species. The rabbits were eradicated from the island in the early 1990s. A few were rescued and the breed still survives in captivity.

We also went ashore at Sandy Bay. There are a few researchers huts here and also quite a lot of sea lions. The males can be a little territorial and not so welcoming to tourists. We didn’t have any trouble but there was an interesting stand-off with one of the expedition team when another group came ashore. Elsewhere there were groups of female sea lions lying around. Also, young pups playing with each other. Like most pups, these can be quite fun to watch.

We tip-toed round the various groups of sea lions and then could follow a walkway up the hillside a short way. This gave us a nice view and also took us past a few nesting albatrosses. These were Royal Albatrosses. Big birds with a wingspan of over 3 m.

Coming back down, we needed to circumvent another large sea lion male which had set up on the path. “Don’t stop, don’t take photographs and avoid eye contact” we were instructed. Some of the expedition crew get quite domineering and like to order the rest of us around like we were school children. Occasionally this is irritating but mostly I find it faintly amusing. I ended up reflecting on the notion that for well over 200 years it had been perfectly acceptable to club to death anything that looked like a seal. Now, we were being told to not even look at them. Behavioural pendulums swinging between extremes.

Back on the beach we spotted a yellow eyed penguin. These are endangered and quite rare. I took a photograph. It is not a very good photograph but I do at least have a picture of a yellow-eyed penguin.  

First day on a new ship is often all about finding things. We had never been on this vessel before or with this company. We knew nothing about how things were done or where they were done. The night before we had found our cabin, always a good start. Also found the restaurant so today we knew where to go for breakfast. There was a man there making omelettes. Not quite a masala omelette but pretty good and with a few chilli flakes on top I felt off to a good start. Coffee, yoghurt, fruit, toast. Grilled tomatoes and hash browns to go with the omelettes. We were going to survive. At least until lunchtime.

We were issued with muck boots. Big, warm, waterproof neoprene boots for going ashore. These are kept in a locker room on deck 3 which is called the mud room. I am not sure why. Our life jackets to use in the Zodiacs are also kept there. I thought that was going to be about our lot for the day’s excitement. On the itinerary, it was designated a sea day. Instead, mid-afternoon, we arrived at Snares Island. I thought this was a much better idea that bobbing around in the ocean. As we approached, there were many birds circling the ship. In particular, some albatrosses. I spent a while trying to photograph them. They are large but move fast. Also, the ship is moving. If you concentrate on the view finder too much you are liable to lose your balance and fall over.

There are about eighty passengers on the ship. Not very many but even so, if everyone is invited to the mud room at the same time to don boots and lifejackets, it gets a bit chaotic. Aurora could take some notes from the other expedition ships we have been on. We eventually got our boots and life jackets on but then we did not know where to go. First, we were queuing on one side of the ship, then the other, then we were waiting, then it was cancelled and ten minutes later it was back on again. We kept smiling and hoped the crew’s organisational abilities would improve once they had got over the teething problems.

The sea state was marginal. It was not particularly windy but there was a good swell running. Getting in and out of the zodiacs requires careful timing. They rise up and down well over a metre compared to the ship. The trick is to wait until the RHIB is on the top of the swell and then step purposefully across the gap. It is not as difficult as it sounds. For me the bigger problem was all the crew members grabbing at my arms and shouting advice. Somehow, we all manged to get into the boats and set off for a look round.

The smaller zodiacs could get into the lee of some islands and small inlets. So, once we were away from the Douglas Mawson, everything seemed to settle down a bit and we could get on with looking at the flora and fauna. The Snares Islands are a group of uninhabited islands lying about 200 km south of New Zealand. They are significant as a bird breeding area and have several endemic species, notably the Snares Penguin and the Snares Tomtit. The islands are heavily protected and generally it is not allowed to land on them. Having a look round in a small boat is fine.

Our trip began with a cave. This was fun and unexpected. It also brought us to a very calm little cove which was teeming with wildlife. We saw plenty of the yellow crested Snares Penguins. We also saw a tomtit which I failed to photograph. However, I was luckier with a Snares Snipe. There were quite a few fur seals lying around and a bewildering variety of sea birds. We came across a great mass of birds floating together in the sea. I can only assume that there was something plentiful and good to eat here.

We were out in the boat for well over an hour. There was far less chaos about getting back on board and then it was dinner time. In summary, a good start to the voyage.

Monday morning. We were ready to set sail but the ship was not ready for us. Our ship, the Douglas Mawson, had docked early in the morning and disembarked her passengers. However, there were many things to do, like cleaning the cabins, before we could be allowed on board. The company that owns the ship, Aurora, put in place a program of activities for the day to keep us distracted. This began with telling us to go away and come back to the hotel at lunchtime.

We wandered down to the Chinese Gardens. For a modest fee you can wander around this small, tranquil garden. It backs onto the railway track and is surrounded by city buildings. High walls keep most of this urban pressure out and a lovely pond area draws your attention inward. Were I stuck in Dunedin again, I don’t think I would go out of my way to visit these gardens but we had a couple of hours to kill so it was fine.

Back at the hotel we joined a group for an hour’s walking tour. This was all about the street art. Dunedin has a bit of a reputation for painted walls. There is some graffiti but most of the paintings have been commissioned by the city. Some of the pieces, up to a decade old, are getting a bit tatty around the edges now. Our guide was very enthusiastic about the plethora of murals we were shown. I didn’t share his engagement but it did pass another hour.

Next up was a bus ride. We all piled into a coach and were driven around the outskirts of Dunedin. Eventually we rocked up at the ineffably famous Baldwin Street. This road is officially recognized by Guinness World Records as the world’s steepest residential street. 19°, 35% or 1:2.78 depending on how you like to measure these things. It is 350 m long and, apart from being steep, is very ordinary. I declined the invitation to walk to one end of it. Instead, we stayed on the coach. As did many other people. We reflected that we had paid a lot of money for the Antarctic trip of a lifetime and were being shown a steep road.

Then came the Dunedin Botanic Garden. This at least gave us the chance to use a toilet. Baldwin Street may be famous but it is not sufficiently in the limelight as to have public toilets yet. At the botanic gardens, the toilets were broken, apart from one. Queuing passed some more time and then we had a comfortable stroll around the gardens. We found a winter garden, a heated Edwardian glass house, a rose garden and a herb garden. Eventually we found ourselves sitting by a duck pond seriously wondering if we should buy some duck food. Instead, we took a slow walk back to the coach and I ended up taking photographs of flowers, again.  

The coach took us to a look-out point where a bust of Admiral Bird stares vacantly southward. From here we could see our ship. It was small and distant. There was a bit more driving around to show us something or other. I managed to doze through this part. Then we were finally taken to the ship. We had to queue outside to have our photograph taken. Then came passport control followed by registration. Finally, we were welcomed on board with a small sandwich and a glass of fruit juice.

Less than an hour later, we cast off. Dunedin is at the end of a long bay. It takes an hour or so to reach the entrance of the bay and open water. On the way, we did our obligatory emergency drills. I saw a cormorant on a sign post. We waved at some girls doing some rowing. I waved at a guy on a tanker as we passed the start of the deep-water channel but he remained enigmatic. The sun began to set. The pilot disembarked. An event always worth watching. We passed out of the sheltered bay and turned south towards Antarctica.

Serious, heavy rain in the morning. I wondered if the flight to Dunedin would be cancelled. New Zealand aircraft are made of strong stuff though. Take-off was delayed for a few minutes but it was only a short flight and did not cause us any problems. By the time we landed the rain had stopped and there were even a few patches of sunlight. We checked in at the hotel and then wandered into town and signed up for a couple of trips.

First up in the morning was Larnach Castle. We were taken up there in a minibus. This proved to be quite an interesting drive although it would have been even better if we’d had a few more stops for photographs on the way. The mock castle sits on top of a volcanic cone. When construction was started, in 1870, the builders were clearly confident that the volcano was long dormant. They took 10m off the summit to make a level area. Nothing bad happened so they continued, over the next 17 years, to construct a large Gothic Revival mansion. In 1875, twenty tonnes of glass was imported from Venice, to enclose the exposed verandas which had proven unsuitable for Dunedin winters.

After many changes of ownership, the house is now in private hands. There are few stately home type houses in New Zealand. Since 1967, the castle has been owned by the Barker family and opened as a tourist attraction. “New Zealand’s only castle”. It is an important tourist attraction. 120,000 visitors each year. It is reputedly haunted. This brings another type of tourist and the odd TV film crew. The gardens were not an original feature of the castle but they have been developed as part of the restoration. Now they have been awarded “Garden of International Significance” status by the New Zealand Gardens Trust. Visitors can stay overnight in one of several buildings in the castle grounds. Part of the package is a visit to castle and the opportunity to eat dinner there. We didn’t stay the night but we did take tea and cake in the ballroom. Well, some of us had cake.

Next up was a wildlife cruise. A quickie cruise one on a small boat. We headed out towards the entrance of the bay. On a sandbank where a dredger was working, we spotted some sea lions. Across the other side of the bay is an albatross sanctuary. Dunedin’s Taiaroa Head is the only mainland Royal Albatross breeding colony in the world. Here the birds are protected, observed and visited by an awful lot of tourists. We saw a couple of the wardens approaching birds on the nest and spraying them with something. No idea what, but hopefully it was for the birds benefit. We also spotted a few fur seals lazing around on the rocks down by the shoreline.

Bobbing outside of the harbour entrance for a few minutes we came across a white-capped albatross floating in the ocean. He seemed happy enough. Hopefully we will see more of these in the coming days when we sail south. Just an hour in the boat and it seemed over much faster. Then we were back in Dunedin trying to find a curry house for dinner.

Next day, we went for a train ride. “Experience one of the world’s great heritage rail journeys. The Taieri Gorge train travels deep into the rugged landscapes of Central Otago, passing through tunnels and across towering viaducts carved by hand more than a century ago”. Give or take a few superlatives this is a roughly accurate description. Three hours up the gorge to the town of Pukerangi and two hours back down again. It is all quite fun and interesting. The Taieri Gorge Railway was constructed between 1879 and 1921 to link Dunedin with the Otago goldfields and agricultural regions. In 1987, the Dunedin City Council took over the line preserving it for tourism.

The train consists of five carriages and one engine. The centre carriage is a buffet car selling over-priced coffee and cakes. There is an observation platform at the back but it is only big enough for a couple of people. There are very few possibilities for taking photographs while the train is moving. None of the windows open sufficiently. This seems a shame to me. A few passengers were making videos on their cell phones through the dirty windows. I had a few attempts with my camera but taking clear pictures was quite impossible.

Part way along the gorge, the train was stopped and we all clambered out. Then we could walk across one of the viaducts. Once we were safely over and off the tracks, the train was brought across and we all climbed back on again. This was fun and nice to get some fresh air. I could also take a few photographs.

The end of the line was Pukerangi. Very little to see here. It really is all about the journey. Some people left on a bus heading further west. The engine that had pulled us up the gorge was swapped to the other end of the train ready to pull us back down. Usually, an engine pulls the rest of the train. Sometimes the engine pushes. I thought the engine might just stay at the uphill side of the train. I know very little about these things. Everything ready, we all got back on and the train set off back down.

We stopped at a couple of places on the way down. One station featured a rather unrealistic statue of a dog called Sue. I think everybody took a photograph of this. Mid-afternoon, we were back at Dunedin railway station. This is a rather magnificent building. The entrance hall is impressive as well. To the front are some lovely formal gardens so I ended the day photographing flowers again.

We started the day by visiting Middle-earth again. Known locally as the Clay Cliffs, these badland-style, steep, narrow cliffs were used as general background in the LOTR films. They were also used in the live action remake of Mulan – but I have never watched that. We had twenty minutes of dirt track before arriving at a farmhouse and an honesty box. $10 per vehicle. They appeared to be doing a brisk business. The cliffs were created by the erosion of gravel and silt. They are steep, layered and intricately grooved. Fun to explore and gave us some nice views of the surrounding countryside.

Back to main road, we continued our day trip to have a look at Mount Cook. At 3,724 m, Mount Cook is New Zealand’s highest mountain. There is a tourist centre at the head of the valley underneath the mountain. Everywhere to stay was booked up a long time ago. It was very busy. Coaches, cars and motorhomes parked in every possible space. We enjoyed the drive up there. Nice views of the mountains and Lake Pukaki.

Next day, we said goodbye to Twizel and set off for the coast. Ended up being quite a long day and we ended up at a very quiet campsite on the coast near the Rangitata River. This was one of those gems of a campsite that you can stumble on occasionally. Almost deserted, no sandflies, good facilities, friendly warden and very cheap. We had a walk down to the beach. Nothing too special about that but I did enjoy photographing some Goldfinches. According to Google these are European birds that have been introduced to New Zealand.

With just a few days left before we needed to return the motorhome, we pushed on to try and complete our circuit of South Island. We headed towards Christchurch for a short way before turning off north and over Authur’s Pass. This is a very scenic road over the mountains towards the west coast. We dropped down into the lush rainforests of the west. Turning right before the coast brought us past Lake Brunner and eventually to the lovely town of Reefton. The motor camp there was very nice. Good, clean toilets. Always a good indicator. We had a short walk through the town and along the river.

Last leg of our trip was back to Christchurch. The route brought us past Springs Junction. Previously, this was where we had first discovered annoyance that are sandflies. Lovely place apart from that. We kept moving. Back down to the lowlands of the east and the beautiful, clean, turquoise rivers. Rolling farmland and green fields. One last night at a larger, more commercial campsite and then we were handing the vehicle back. I mentioned that the house battery was not charging when the engine was running. The girl doing the checks assured me that it was not supposed to. We left it at that. They were happy we had not damaged the vehicle. We were happy to get our deposit back. From there it was just a short ride to the airport hotel.

It rained for two days. We drove a loop inland in the hope of seeing something interesting. Mostly we saw damp fields and rain clouds. We passed through Roxburgh and Alexandra then headed for the east coast. A hydro-electric scheme held our attention briefly and I photographed another flower.

Heading north from Dunedin the weather started to show the first hints of clearing up. We stopped by a flooded lake for lunch and watched some rather soggy looking black swans. These birds are native to Australia but were introduced to several other countries by the Victorians for their decorative value. Then they escaped and went off to do their own thing.

Just up the road we arrived at the boldly named Shag Point. We drove down the narrow road in the hope of finding shags but instead we stumbled across a colony of fur seals. They were laying around, basking on the rocks. Not basking in the sun, it was cold and windy, just basking. They seemed very comfortable though. New Zealand fur seal is actually a type of eared seal, or sea lion. Characterized by their pointed noses, long whiskers, and external ear flaps. Quite commonly found wherever there is a rocky coast in New Zealand. There was a nice set up with a viewing platform on the end of a rocky ridge. We could watch the seals from here without disturbing them.

This section of coast was proving fruitful for things to see. A little further north we came across the Moeraki Boulders. Large, roughly spherical boulders up to 2 m across scattered around the beach. Clearly popular with tourists who like to stand on top of them and take a selfie. The boulders, grey-coloured septarian concretions, consist of mud, fine silt and clay, cemented by calcite. They grow over millions of years deep in the mud under the sea. The bulk of a boulder is riddled with large cracks, septaria, that radiate outward from a hollow core lined with scalenohedral calcite crystals. Some of the rocks have cracked open revealing a complex and interesting interior.

In the evening, at Oamaru, we went looking for little blue penguins. Also known as fairy penguins. They are a marine neritic species that dives for food throughout the day and returns to burrows on the shore at dusk. Just after nightfall, the penguins at Oamaru pop out of the sea and head home – they live in burrows but also under people houses and in the bushes of gardens. Little Blue Penguins are the smallest of all penguins. They live around various locations in Australia and New Zealand where the suffer from the usual problems of predation, hunting and loss of habitat. Little penguins on Middle Island off Warrnambool, Victoria suffered terrible predation from foxes and were almost wiped out. They are now protected by Maremma sheepdogs and are recovering well. We spotted a few penguins. They were hard to see in the dark and the use of lights or flashguns is discouraged.

In the morning, we went to see the Elephant Rocks. These are a collection of large, weathered limestone rocks that ostensibly look like a herd of elephants. What I found most amazing was the number of people that came to look at them. Coach loads of people. The site was used in the film version of the Chronicles of Narnia. Even so, not genuinely very interesting.

We came across another wine growing area and this time decided to stop and try some. Sitting in a very nice garden which backed onto a field full of vines, we were served a flight of different wines. New Zealand whites are largely Sauvignon and smell of passionfruit. This is what makes it so popular. Easy drinking, dry, crisp, and very fruity. The Chardonnays can be a bit more interesting. Usually, some oak going on and notes of vanilla. Pinot Gris is possibly the most interesting with quince type flavours. All of this, I find moderately interesting but not exciting. I am very happy drinking New Zealand wine but have yet to find a wine with the “wow” factor. It is a matter of personal taste. For me, big, bold reds every time. The tasting did include a red, a Pinot Noir which also did nothing for me. Please do not be annoyed with me New Zealand, I have never been impressed by Burgundies either. We bought a bottle of white wine to have with dinner.

We continued inland which took us past some very impressive reservoirs. More hydro-electric power. There appears to be a lot of this in New Zealand. In the evening, we camped close to the curiously named Twizel, pop. 1800. The town was founded in 1968 to house construction workers on the Upper Waitaki Hydroelectric Scheme. These days tourists number three times as many residents in the summer. The name comes from the nearby Twizel River, in turn named for Twizel Bridge in Northumberland by John Turnbull Thomson, Chief Surveyor of Otago in the mid-19th century. The area has one of the world’s cleanest, driest, and darkest skies. Twizel is well known to astronomers.

Turning inland from the west coast took us over a mountain pass and towards the delicately named Wanaka. We paused on the way up to take photographs of flowers. I am not normally a photographing flowers sort of guy but the lupins here were spectacular. And purple. Mostly purple. Eventually, we managed to tear ourselves away from the blooming blossoms to only stop again at the top of the pass. Ours was just one van of many churning tourist vehicles constantly arriving and leaving the car park. With patience, we secured a parking place and took a short walk to maximise the viewing potential. It was lovely and quite spectacular. Terrific views across the lake to Wanaka. Not ideal for photographs. Partly because of the haze and partly because of the distracting abundance of Asian types taking selfies. I had to angle the camera quite carefully to make it look like we were there all alone.

Down the pass and along the picturesque Wanaka lake. We found the area was very crowded. Holiday central for New Zealand. Took us several attempts to find campsite with a spare pitch. Next day we made our escape and went deeper into the hills. We passed through Queenstown which appeared to be a very happening place. Then all the way along Lake Wakatipu to the end of the road town at Glenorchy. There was no room at the Inn, so we pushed on further up the valley. A small road gave way to a dirt track and eventually we arrived at a little DOC campsite. The Department of Conservation (DOC) is the government agency charged with conserving New Zealand’s natural and historic heritage. This means that they run campsites, maintain tracks and many, many other things. The campsites are generally basic and fairly remote. Nice places to stay in the wilderness. We booked and paid online then helped ourselves to a flat parking place.

From here we had a lovely walk up to Lake Sylvan. I was particularly impressed by the forest. Later, I discovered that the forest on the other side of the river, which looked just the same, was used as Lothlórien in the film version of Lord of the Rings. The “Golden Wood” is an ethereal Elven realm and home to Galadriel. The film was shot entirely in New Zealand. There is a thriving, if a little specialised, tourist business in showing people the various locations.

The hobbits never had problems with sandflies. Not that I ever noticed. We noticed them the next morning, however. The little savages were up about an hour before I was. By the time I got out of bed there were at least eight bites. All swelling and itchy. My loathing for sandflies runs deep. We had an abbreviated breakfast, applied ointment and set off back down the valley. An hour or so later, we took second breakfast by the banks of Lake Wakatipu.

Driving towards Te Anau, we were stopped by a man with a high visibility vest and a stop sign. Not just us, everyone was stopped and moved over to the side of a road. Several motorbikes came past and then an official car informing us of a cycle race. Fifteen minutes later the cyclists arrived. Like most road races, it was very exciting but for less than a minute. Then they were gone. No idea what the race was but it seemed quite professional. We brewed a cup of tea while all the parked cars attempted to get down the now open road at the same time. Then we continued to Te Anau.

Another serious tourist location. We walked along by the lake. Here you can have a flight in a float plane or a helicopter. You can go on a boat trip to a cave with glow worms and you can catch the water taxi to walk a footpath on the far side. We spotted a Tui – a medium sized nectar eating bird that is endemic to New Zealand. There were also some ducks and a few geese.

Milford Sound is justifiably famous for its sandflies. At the northern end of the Fjordland area, it is also the starting point for many walks and trips. The campsite there is expensive and also booked solid for the entire summer season. This was my excuse for not having to experience the sandflies. Instead, we did a day trip from Te Anau. The drive there is excellent. Mountains, lakes, waterfalls, forests and rivers. We stopped several times for short walks and just to take in the view. The road leaves Lake Te Anau and then climbs steadily up a long, broad valley. At the top is a single lane tunnel through the mountain barrier. This brings you out at a spectacular location near the base of a massive rock amphitheatre. From here the road drops steeply down to the port at Milford Sound.

The forests all along this road look very impressive. But they have problems. The native species are fighting for survival from predation by introduced rats, stoats and possums. The many endemic bird species appear to be especially vulnerable. Bats, frogs, lizards and giant land snails are also being driven to extinction. To counter this, the DOC have introduced their National Predator Control Programme. Poisoning and widescale trapping are being used to control the new predators. You can see evidence of this everywhere.

The next day we were heading south from Rivendell along the river Anduin. We skirted Fangorn Forest, didn’t see any hobbits but we did make a brief visit to a bird sanctuary. There were disappointingly few birds here but we did see some rare and endangered takahē. A flightless bird with striking blue-green plumage. Once thought to be extinct, the species was rediscovered in 1948 and is now the subject of New Zealand’s longest-running endangered species recovery programme. Next stop was the Clifden Caves. We had hopes of glow worms. When we got to the cave it seemed like more of a serious caving trip than we were prepared for. I went in a little way and stopped at the part where I was going to need to crawl through the mud.

In the morning, we stumbled across a wetland area which provided a nice walk. I also spotted a Silvereye, recognisable by their distinctive ring of white feathers around the eye and olive-green plumage.

The weather was getting worse. For two days it had been getting wetter and colder. As we arrived at the coast, later in the day, the rain really got started. We stood around for a while looking at some damp gulls and a cormorant. Then we headed off to try and find somewhere to camp.  

It was raining. We were at a quirky but pleasant campsite in the Nelson Lake national park. Particularly pleasant was the complete lack of sandflies and mosquitoes. Bliss. We stayed another day reasoning that driving in the rain was not ideal from a sight seeing perspective. Gave me a day to catch up the blog, answer emails and all that sort of housekeeping stuff.

Next day it was still drizzling but we set off anyhow. Ended up at the coast near Westport. In the morning, we headed out to Cape Foulwind. True to the principles of nominative determinism, there was a stiff, rain laden and slightly unpleasant breeze. Captain Cook named the point after his ship, the Endeavour, was blown quite a distance offshore from here. Undeterred, we followed signs to the Cape Foulwind Seal Colony and found a load of wet rocks. Looking more closely from the viewing platform we could see that some of the rocks were New Zealand Fur Seals. And they had pups. Fur seals were hunted to near extinction by the end of the 19^th century. Although protected now, they are still shot and occasionally culled, by fishermen. Possibly because they do not like the competition for a diminishing resource. I was happy watching the young pups. Some of them were only a few days old. There is a walkway along the cliffside high above the waves. This is a great way to stop people disturbing the seals while simultaneously affording a magnificent view. Bring your binoculars.   

Further south we came across the West Coast Treetops in the Mahinapua Scenic Reserve. This is a high-level walkway in the forest. We were actually just looking for a cup of coffee but this seemed like a fun thing to do. Also, there was a café. The walkway is 20m above the ground, so you get a good chance to peer down into the forest. There is also a tower, 47m, by which stage you are looking out over the forest. All quite fun and gave me a chance to photograph some ferns.

New Zealand is stuffed with ferns. The climate here is ideal, if you are a fern. The country’s long geographical isolation has allowed for the evolution of unique species, with 40% of the 200+ fern species found nowhere else. Tree ferns are endemic and in places create a complete forest on their own. I find ferns lovely to contemplate. Something about the geometric properties is remarkably satisfying. Fractal recursive self-symmetry is all about how the shapes repeat at different scales and play tricks with your eyes. It is also mathematical and practical. As the frond unfurls, it forms a widening spiral that approximates the Fibonacci sequence (1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8…). The ratio between consecutive segments of the spiral often nears 1.618, known as the aesthetically perfect Golden Ratio. This allows the plant to pack the maximum number of fronds into a tight coil while ensuring each has optimal access to light and space once opened. Snapping out of my recursive ruminations, we had a coffee and got back on the road.

Franz Josef and Fox Glacier are where many people come to access the glaciers. Depending on personal preference, you can walk, climb, cycle and fly up in a helicopter. The weather was not great but even so the place was absolutely heaving with people. We are part of a great cloud of white motorhomes that circulates New Zealand every summer. Here was one of the big focal points, a concentration of vans, trucks, cars and people. We just kept going.

Several hours later, we eventually found a campsite with some space. We were getting into the popular tourist areas, so it might be time to start booking ahead.

It was late when we got to Christchurch. An evening flight plus a two-hour time difference meant it was gone midnight when we landed. We stayed at the airport hotel. A soulless Novotel, ideal for this sort of thing and literally a two-minute walk from the terminal. In the morning, we stayed in bed as long as possible. Made breakfast with minutes to spare and just caught last orders for omelettes.

A short taxi ride into Christchurch brought us to our apartment for the next week. A compact but quite sufficient sixth floor flat. Diane was delighted to find a washing machine and I was happy with the kitchen. Sometimes when an oven is specified, what you actually find is just a microwave oven. Even I cannot make good roast potatoes by microwave and we had the New Year to celebrate.

We spent the next few days looking around Christchurch. It is pleasant, clean, modern and not too crowded. Close to the flat was a park with a large botanical garden. We were very impressed with this and spent many hours wandering around. A large area of different plants and trees. All neat and tidy and labelled. There were numerous ponds, an area that felt like a jungle and a rose garden that Diane particularly enjoyed. The town centre was less captivating but still very clean and tidy. Tram lines ran all round the main shopping centre. The trams evoked an earlier age which lent a comfortable tourist vibe to the place.

New Years eve there was a free music event in the park. We considered this but eventually concluded it was aimed at a much younger audience. Instead, we retired to our comfortable abode, cooked a great meal, with roast potatoes, and, when the time came, watched fireworks from the balcony.

We like cable cars. Christchurch has a little gondola system about 15 minutes drive towards the coast. We hopped on a tourist coach to get there and were pleasantly surprised by the views. There was not really much to do at the top of the hill except take in the scenery and have a coffee. We wandered round the viewing platform. Found a short path to another viewpoint. Came back and ended up in the café – so we had a coffee.

Next day we set off to explore New Zealand properly. We collected a motorhome from Britz NZ. I had booked this via the internet months ago. At the time, I was not sure which company to use so I followed some recommendations. Turns out the company behind Britz, called Tourism Holdings Ltd, is the same company behind Maui, Apollo, Britz, Cheapa Campa, Mighty and Hippie Campers. I think this list covers most of the hire companies in NZ. Anyhow, we got a Ford van with a four-berth body. Not very big. Not very well equipped. The beds are fine for two people. The bathroom is usable. There is a fridge, a gas hob and an oven (for roast potatoes). I think the batteries would struggle to do more than one night of wild camping. There is no generator. Not even an inverter, so it is 12v only once you unplug from the mains. No complaints however, it is fine for our purposes. NZ appears to be an easy place for motorhomes. There are campsites everywhere.

We stocked up at the local supermarket then parked up at the local campsite. By the following day everything was sorted, packed into the motorhome and ready to go. We had bought far too much food. We always do. Hopefully, we can use it up over the next four weeks. The weather was hot and sunny. We were cheerful and optimistic. The only plan we had was to drive round South Island. We set off in an anti-clockwise direction.

Kaikoura is the place to go whale watching. However, as we discovered, you really need to book this in advance and be set up to stay there for a couple of days. We noted this as a future possibility and drove inland to make a loop around Nelson Lakes National Park. At Maruia Springs we stopped at a very basic campsite. By basic, I mean it had no facilities at all other than a box to put money in. It was cool up in the hills which I enjoyed. We had a short walk and found a scientific experiment. This was a short, low wall. It extends much further into the ground. It is designed to measure tectonic plate movement and sits right across an important fault line. So far, nothing has happened. I think, one day, there will be an earthquake and then the wall will crack and the two parts will be offset from each other.

After the excitement of the wall, we settled into the van and then discovered the sand flies. These are nasty little bastards. They have nothing to do with sand. Small, black and numerous. The females like to feed on blood so that they can lay more eggs. Our van has mosquito screens on all the vents and windows but these are not particularly effective against the small sand flies. They bite. Not like mosquitos that stick you with a sharp mouthpart, but by sawing at your skin until the blood flows. Then they give you a good dose of anti-coagulants and drink the blood. This is messy and painful. There will be bleeding and soreness. Swelling and discomfort that can last for days. Diane seemed particularly vulnerable and started swelling up all over the place.  

By morning, we were quite clear that we wanted to avoid sandflies. We pressed on north and found a lovely campsite by a river. We asked and were told that there were only a few sandflies around. This proved to be mostly true, although there were still more than I would have liked. Instead, in the morning, we got attacked by bumble bees. Maybe not actually attacked but an awful lot of great big bees decided that they really, really liked hovering around our van. I quite like bees but even so, that many little buzzers was a bit disconcerting. Fortunately, our mesh was quite adequate to keep bees out so we only had to deal with the persistent humming and strange presence of a swarm of bees.

Northeast took us through the vineyards of Marlborough. This is where 75% of New Zealand’s wine is made. Rich green rows of vines lined the road for mile after mile. It is an impressive sight.

Further on we came to the port of Picton where the ferry to North Island leaves from. Moving on, we followed the coast road to Nelson and then right up to the north. Here the road makes a dramatic detour up into the mountains. A lookout close to the highest point gave us some splendid views.

We dropped back down to the coast and eventually arrived at the interestingly named Farewell Spit. A spit of land, predominantly a sandbank and the most northerly part of South Island. For some reason, some whales have a problem with this spit and end up stranded on it. Keeps happening. Often, they can get themselves back into the ocean. Sometimes they need help and occasionally they die there. A few days earlier some fifteen pilot whales had been stranded. A couple of them died and the carcasses were still on the mud flats. This was all a bit sad.

That evening, on a very small campsite, we got attacked by mosquitoes. It was our own fault. Having asserted that there were no sandflies around, we relaxed and left the van door open. An hour later, just after dusk, the van filled up with mosquitoes while we were busy watching a film on my laptop. Never even noticed the little buggers sneaking in. We had a fly swatter and it did the job. The downside was all the blood and mosquito splats on the wall.