Last Day in NZ

Our last day in the land of the Kiwis. Many people believe New Zealanders are called "Kiwis" because of the endangered flightless bird that lives here. That's only indirectly true. The nickname was popularized by the Americans during WWII because the NZ soldiers used Kiwi boot polish. The polish was indeed named after the bird, with an image of same on the can, BUT the company was started by an American in tribute to his New Zealander wife!
We were up and packed and ready to go by 10:30. Had to stop and take one final picture of Lake Wanaka as there was a nice band of clouds lying across the range at the end of the lake.

We took the long route to Queenstown, through Cromwell and miles of wine country. It is not such a harrowing drive as going over the switchbacks of the Crown Range but still offers some lovely scenery going through the Kawarau Gorge. Here is a picture of the Kawarau River as it is joined by the "Roaring Meg" stream (ostensibly named after a noisy prostitute in the gold mining era) --they combine to power a small hydro-electric station. Beautiful color of water...

Arrowtown itself is surrounded by sizable hills--isn't everything on the South Island?!  We had lunch in a nice outdoor garden and then strolled around.

It was originally a gold mining town. Hal stands by the spot where gold was first discovered.

There was also a substantial influx of Chinese when gold was discovered; they established a small community in Arrowtown and are still a significant portion of the population.

Much like Sisters, Oregon, they have attempted to maintain the original flavor of the town with the storefronts.

As with any tourist town, lots of tempting opportunities for shopping. We bought a piece of "greenstone" for Mickey at the local jade and opal shop, but refrained from bringing home any sheepskins!

Finally, it was time to drive to Queenstown, fill up the car ($9.00 a gallon), and get to the airport. We couldn't resist digging out the camera to document the formidable trip that lay ahead ;-)

Our route took us from Queenstown to Auckland, then to Vancouver, BC, and finally to Portland. Not fun going through customs two times in Vancouver--note to self, never do THAT again. Finally arrived back on U.S. soil at 3:20 pm on the 17th--about an hour BEFORE we left Queenstown (i.e., 4:40 pm on the 17th). Time travel IS possible!
My appreciations to that small band of "followers" who virtually accompanied us on our journey--you know who you are...

Day 18: Lake Wanaka

Up reasonably early to catch our 9 am departure with ECO Wanaka for an exploration of Mou Waho, the largest island in the lake, and a designated nature preserve. Co-owner and guide, Chris Riley, was friendly, passionate about the area, and well informed about flora, fauna, and geology.

Here he is showing us an example of a plant that evolved to have inedible leaves up to a certain height to prevent the moa (now extinct) from eating them. Above moa height, the original leaves and blooms remain. Pretty amazing!
Invasive species of plants and animals have been eliminated from the island and ECO is part of an ongoing effort to restore the island by planting a native species of tree each time they bring a group.

One of the flightless bird species wiped out on the mainland, the Buff Weka, has been re-introduced to the island and appears to be thriving.

We met Wally, one of the original birds put on this island (he still bears his leg band) and, as you can see, they are totally unafraid of the humans. He joined us for tea, and while I was talking to a fellow traveler, he came right up and stole a biscuit out of my hand.

We also saw some gecko motels, built by local college students, which protect them from being eaten by the wekas.

We saw wood pigeons (below), bell birds, and heard a number of other species that we didn't see.

One of the really unique aspects of Mou Waho Island is that it holds a rain fed lake several hundred meters up from the shoreline.

In the middle of this lake, is a small island that itself sports a teeny little lake when it rains. So then there's a lake on an island in a lake on an island in a lake on an island in the middle of the ocean.

Chris was nice enough to take pictures of us when we reached the top of the island.

The scenery was really wonderful in spite of the overcast day. This photo is from the west side of the island.
We head home tomorrow, so this will probably be the last post for a few days.

Day 17: Wanaka

After two fairly intense days of activity, we decided to lay low. We took a walk along Lake Wanaka past beaches paved with sparkly schist/mica stone and vineyards for Rippon Winery.

We missed our turn on the way back and wandered into Wanaka Station park which had a small rose garden and an absolutely massive redwood.

Hal had a nap. I read. We bought groceries. Then headed to the "i-site" to meet new friends, Margaret and Peter Sage for dinner at The Landing. The food was very good. There was a lovely view of the lake and mountains from the 2nd floor dining room, and we had a great time getting acquainted.

After Peter let it slip that Margaret's pre-retirement career had been as a hired assassin, I readily agreed to publish a picture of their adorable and very smart Norfolk Terrier, Tilly ;-) Hopefully, now that her picture has appeared in this blog, she will become famous as I promised them!

We had an exciting time trying to find their B & B (The Tin Tub) in the pitch dark, and seemingly out in the middle of nowhere, and then headed for home.

Day 16: Doubtful Sound

Everyone's heard of Milford Sound, but did you know that Doubtful Sound is 10 times as big (water area wise)?  We were up at 5:30 and departed a little before 7 to catch the tour bus outside Queenstown. Two plus hours heading south along the shore of Lake Wakatipu to reach Manapouri. Then a 45 minute boat ride across Lake Manapouri to West Arm. Then another coach trip up over Wilmot Pass and down to Deep Cover on Doubtful Sound, followed by a 3 hour boat ride out to the Tasman Sea and back. Reverse the procedure and get home by 9:30 pm.  We are pooped--someone forgot to tell us that it's hard work being on vacation!
It rains 2 days out of 3 on Doubtful Sound, so not surprisingly, it rained the whole day.

It had been raining for 24 hours according to the naturalist; the compensation was that we saw an endless array of waterfalls--we lost count--some of them cascading hundreds of meters down the sides of mountains.

Doubtful is the deepest of the fjords (about 1,200 ft) and is surrounded by towering heights, the tallest being Commander Peak at 1,200 m (3,900 ft).  It's very remote; you can't drive there, but must go by boat with the "Real Journeys" tour company. So it remains more pristine with some of the original forests and with several small islands (over 30), some of which have been rid of invasive species of predators and set up as bird sanctuaries. 

I hadn't really put it together that flightless birds evolved in NZ because, before humans arrived (the Maori) there were no natural predators here. The English brought the stoats, ostensibly to control the rabbits, which instead began decimating the flightless bird populations. So there are now efforts to trap stoats and possums to try and save the remaining endangered species. In fact, possum fur has become a profitable commodity and is used, often in combination with merino wool, for weaving. The local possum is considerably furrier than American varieties.
We met a really nice couple from Stowe (Staffordshire, England), Peter and Margaret, and are, in fact, meeting them for dinner in Wanaka this evening (it's Friday here). 

We also got to see a small pod (maybe 8-12 individuals) of bottle nose dolphins, but I only got one half-way decent picture.

It's amazing to see lots of big trees clinging to the sides of these shear cliffs, and it is a precarious existence. "Tree avalanches" occur when a couple of trees give way and carry everything down below with them into the water. The naturalist on board the boat said that, following an earthquake about 7-8 years ago, there were over 200 tree avalanches on Doubtful Sound alone.

The water pouring off the surrounding mountains percolates through lots of tree debris, picking up dark tannins and creating a layer of fresh water 5-7 meters deep floating on top of the sea water in the sound. The dark color also creates an artificial darkness in the sea water, causing deeper water species to live closer to the surface. Apparently the sound has a substantial population of black coral.
We're going to take it easy today, maybe go for a walk along the lake.

Day 15: A little bike ride...

If any of you are old enough to remember "Gilligan's Island" (TV series), you'll remember the opening song about this group of people who started out for a "3-hour cruise"... So we were going to go for a little bike ride along the lake. And the young woman at reception told us that we could go north (where we had driven a couple days ago) but it was quite hilly, or we could go south along the lake and then along the Clutha River that runs out of the lake and through Albert Town and back...just a 10 K ride and not very hard. Obviously she had never actually ridden a bike on this route, or her youth caused her to seriously mis-perceive the reality. The first 2+ hours were beautiful, with the landscape constantly changing as we worked our way around the south end of Lake Wanaka.

You can see from smiling faces that we were having a good time, enjoying the scenery and cool sunny day. Then we got to the outlet that initiates the Clutha River.

Now the riding got a lot more challenging: narrow single track much of the way, usually a significant drop-off to the river, sandy or unstable soil, rocks, tree roots...you get the picture. Ideal for hard-core mountain bikers or even for dedicated walkers, but tough for us. Pretty, nevertheless, with beautiful colors in the water.

We soldiered on and finally reached Albert Town which, we were told accurately enough this time, had a single tavern/cafe where we could have lunch and we did. We thought the worst was over since were were going to ride back on town streets from there to Wanaka. But she had neglected to mention the hills and we frequently had to walk the bikes, either because they were too steep for us to ride or because Hal just had to stop and rest. This is a picture as we crested the last major hill returning to Wanaka.

When we finally got back to our room--5 hours later--we were pooped and pretty much laid around til dinner time. Now for a shower and early bed since we are up at 6 am to head for Queenstown at 7 am tomorrow.

Day 14: Wanaka and Surrounds

Today we were picked up by Julie, the owner of "Funny French Cars" tour company and driven around in one of her vintage citroens.

We asked for a tour of wine country and art galleries. First stop was a photography studio and quilt shop. Gilbert van Reenen has several published books of his NZ photos, and there was a quilt in the shop that I would have bought if I were a rich person, although technically it wasn't even for sale. I did take a pic of a wall hanging representing a fern for friend Joan Starr.

Then we went to a woodworking gallery but resisted buying any of the really beautiful bowls there. Hal was hungry (surprise!), so Julie hustled us over to a cafe in Bannockburn for lunch. Then on to the first winery, Georgetown, where owner Ian poured for us and talked about his grapes.

 There are over 180 small private vineyards in the central Otago area and it is known especially for its pinot noirs and pinot gris, but also for rieslings and gewurztraminers. We tasted some yummy wine and then went on to see the old gold mining area around Cromwell.

 We then went on to "Old Cromwell Town" which is a restoration of the old gold mining town that previously existed in the late 1800's, but which was flooded when they built a dam to create Lake Dunstan. Saw several more art galleries here.

And a lavender shop with a lovely wee garden out back.

 We went to visit Lowburn Lavender farm, where we talked to the owner, got a small tour of the farm and I bought some rubbed lavender to bring home.

Our final stop was really the best--a second winery called Pisa Range Estate (after the Pisa range of mountains that back the property). Again tasted some wonderful light gewurztraminer, pinot gris and a couple vintages of pinot noirs. Owner Ginny and her dog Pinot are seen here in front of a shearing shed converted into a most wonderful home, where we tasted wines at her dining room table, while we talked about her experiences living all over the world, since her husband was with the NZ Foreign Ministry.

 Overall a fabulous outing with a great guide we'd recommend to anyone!