Northlands

The Spirit Tree - Cape Reinga

Cape Reinga Lighthouse

Tasman Sea Meets the Pacific Ocean - Cape Reinga

Dune Surfing - Cape Reinga - NZ

Wild Horses - Cape Reinga - NZ

Station Point - Hokianga Harbour - NZ

Koru - NZ

Father of the Forest - Kauri Tree - NZ

Whatuwhiwhi Sunset - NZ

Samoa

Making Cocunut Cream - Samoa

Weaving Fronds - Samoa

Blowhole - Samoa

Samoan Peanuts

Lava Fields - Samoa

Turtle Pond - Samoa

Tasmania

Haulin' Out Log Burl from Tas Bush

Lumpy & Stumpy

Peek-a-Boo

Tasmanian Devils

Port Arthur Ruins

I'll Be Good - Port Arthur

Church Ruins - Port Arthur

Port Arthur Prison Ruins - Tas

Coast

We managed to see both coasts of the Coromandel Peninsula with its winding, narrow roads challenging my 'wrong side of the road' driving skills. The Peninsula is very picturesque, particularly on its east side. It is home to the famous Hot Water Beach, where visitors dig pits in the sand at low tide to soak in hot water that rises from the depths of the earth. While the tide tables were in our favour, the seas were too high for us to dig our spa pool. We had to settle for poking our toes into the hot sand while the beach break swirled around our legs. Nonetheless, it was fascinating!

Hot Water Beach

Hot Water Beach Info Sign

We capped the day with a two-hour guided boat tour of Mercury Bay. As with most of our other excursions, we were the only guests and our guide treated us to a private tour of the area. As we travelled along the coast, we learned about the various geological formations and area history with a stop to view fish life through the boat's glass bottom. We saw renowned Cathedral Arch, ancient volcanic flows and vents, tectonic plate evidence, and blowholes. Cruising into the heart of a large sea-cave was the highlight of our tour!

Happy Cruiser

Shakespeare Bluff

Rock Formation

Champagne Glass Rock

Cathedral Arch

Ancient Lava Flow

Shark's Tooth - Tectonic Plate Evidence

Blowhole - Mercury Bay

Sea Cave

Inside Sea Cave

On our way back to the Waihi Beach, we detoured to Pauanui where we expected to find a small bach community set well away from the main road. It turned out to be the holiday community for the rich and famous! Flash summer houses, streets paved in earth-tone, upscale 18-hole golf course, deluxe marina and more development underway. NZ is full of surprises! We had not given any thought to the fact that the Coromandel Peninsula is so close to Auckland.

Culture

We drove down to Rotorua after saying 'good-bye' to the Waihi Beach bach that had been our home for almost two weeks. We were excited about spending some time in 'Roto-vegas' after having the 'pleasure' of spending a few hours at its bus terminal on two separate occasions waiting for ongoing connections. We checked into Ann's Volcanic Motel, a small and friendly operation that provides tidy self-contained units off the main strip.

We made our way to Whakarewarewa Thermal Village, where the Ebb Tide rugby team had been warmly received during its April tour. Unfortunately, Norma and I just missed catching up some of the Maori elders that I had met on my earlier visit. Nonetheless, we had a great tour of the geothermal site that is home to many of their families.

Remembrance Gate - Whakarewarewa

Hot Water Pool - Whakarewarewa

Whakarewarewa Marae

Whakrewarewa Marae

We saw steaming vents and hot water pools where families cook their meals, boiling mud pools, geysers and

Whakarewarewa Village

Hangi Steam Vent - Whakarewarewa

Pohutu Geyser - Whakarewarewa

Steam Vents - Whakarewarewa

Tiki Warning - Whakarewarewa

Boiling Mud Pool -Whakarewarewa

Whakarewarewa Performers

Post-Haka and Shirt on

Our next stop was the Buried Village of Te Wairoa. A massive eruption of Mt. Tarawera in 1886 buried the community. The survivors were relocated to Whakarewarewa where their descendents continue to live. Many buildings have been excavated and we joined the great-great nephew of the village's tohunga (priest) for a guided tour of the site. Despite numerous visitors present on the grounds, Norma and I were the only ones to join him. Their loss and our gain as he was rich in knowledge!

The story of our guide's great-great uncle, Tuhoto Ariki, was very interesting. The tohunga had predicted that a great calamity would befall the people for deviating from their traditions. The people blamed him for the destruction and many wanted to leave him buried in his whare. He was still alive when they finally dug him out four days after the eruption. Tuhoto Ariki died later in hospital after doctors shaved his head despite his protests. The Maori consider a person's head to be very sacred and it is believed that the tohunga's sanctity was destroyed when his head was shaved.

Trout - Te Wairoa

Te Wairoa Falls

Bucky - Lake Tarawera Lookout & Mt Tarawera

Norma and I treated ourselves to a Maori concert and hangi at the Mitai Maori Village that evening. The tour bus picked us up at the motel and gathered other guests from surrounding hostels, motels and hotels. One of our group volunteered to represent us as our 'chief' for the evening's festivities.

Mitai Maori Village - Hangi

Mitai Maori Village Performers

Their leader explained the cultural significances of each and he also provided us a detailed explanation of his traditional taa moko (tattoos). The performance was excellent, informative and very entertaining. The performers deserved their extra applause as they were in traditional clothing (read: next to nothing) in the cold damp night while we were bundled up in our winter wear and surrounded with heaters!

We had a delicious hangi meal of chicken, lamb, pumpkin, kumara, potato and stuffing afterwards. Seconds were encouraged and happily taken! We finished our evening with a brief night tour of neighbouring Rainbow Springs Nature Park where we viewed huge trout in the natural springs and spied on rescued kiwi and other birds in aviaries.

Caves

We returned to John and Lynn Jackson's home in Waihou the following morning. Whenever asked how far something was from Waihou, Jacko always responded, "90 minutes" and funny enough, we arrived on their doorstep 90 minutes after leaving Rotorua!

Jacko was on his own as Lynn and daughter Sharne had gone to Roto-vegas for a girls' weekend. We grabbed Norma, picked up two of the local lads and headed off to Paeroa to watch the Waihou 2nd XV playoff game... in the winter rain and wind! Not the best conditions for Norma and her cold even though she was huddled between us in the covered stands! Compulsory drinks in the home team's clubhouse followed before we returned to Waihou for dinner at its local and only pub. Norma begged off from continuing the evening at Waihou RFC... a wise decision as it turned into a late night filled with rugby stories and shenanigans!

Reacquainted After Waihou Tour 1983

Norma and I made a day trip to Waitomo Monday...yep, 90 minutes away from Waihou! We managed to arrive in time to tour two of the area's major caves - the Glowworm Cave and Aranui Cave. Both were spectacular in their own right.

A guide led us through the Glowworm Cave with its huge chambers where concerts and weddings have been held and past arrays of stalagmites and stalactites. She then brought us to a chamber where we boarded a boat and swung off onto the underground river into darkness. When our eyes became accustomed to the dark, we saw that we were amidst a veritable Milky Way of little green lights created by ten of thousands of glow-worms! As directed, we sat in absolute silence so we wouldn't disturb these marvellous little creatures. We also sat in absolute awe! Understandably, photography is not allowed in this cave. Our boat followed the river and exited the cave at an entrance in the forest where we debarked to follow a trail back to the car-park.

Norma and I quickly drove the three kilometres to Aranui Cave, anxious for another experience underground. We met our guide who led our small group along a forest trail to the cave entrance. The cave does not have glow-worms as it does not have a river running through it. However, it is adorned with fabulous and colourful formations created over the eons, including thousands of tiny 'straw' stalactites hanging from the ceiling. We wound along the walkway through the cave, listening to our guide's explanation of the various formations and stories about the cave. We emerged into daylight 45-minutes later, thoroughly amazed and thrilled with everything we had seen and experienced!

Aranui 'Straw' Stalactites

Aaranui Stalactites

Aranui Cave

Aranui Cave

We revived our kitchen skills and made dinner for the Jackson's that evening, which was our last night in Waihou. John and Lynn's hospitality was fantastic, and our time with them will always be remembered as a highlight of our time in NZ!

Next stop... Auckland and the Northlands!

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We blogged earlier about our return to Christchurch from Akaroa and purchasing three beautiful Maori art prints. We have since learned that prints are not a common art form for Maori artists and so feel very lucky to have found these works. We are looking forward to framing and displaying them when we get home.

We also blogged about the pending early morning train departure so let's continue the journey there...

6 a.m. came quickly...too quickly! Our morning ritual of tea dulled the pain of rising before the sun, and we were soon standing in the cold blustery dawn waiting for our shuttle to the train station. We boarded the TranzAlpine, settled into our appointed seats and were soon underway down the track headed for Greymouth on the west coast. It wasn't long before rain turned to snow and winter became increasingly more pronounced as the train climbed upwards towards Arthur's Pass. The winter scenes along the way even captivated this pair of Canadians!

First Sign of Snow - Canterbury Plains Just Outside Ch-ch

Bucky in Springfield - Didn't See the Simpsons!

Winter in the Southern Alps - Waimakariri Valley

River Crossing on the TranzAlpine - Waimakariri Valley

Southern Alps Looming in the Clouds

The train emptied quickly at its stop in the Pass. Riders of all ages marvelled at the snow and digital cards quickly filled with photos of grinning faces as teeth began to chatter. Many riders had never experienced snow before and it was entertaining watching their antics and expressions.

Arthur's Pass - Gateway to the West Coast

Snow Rookies - Arthur's Pass

Whistle Stop - Arthur's Pass

The Sun Arrives at Arthur's Pass

We re-boarded the train and soon were trundling down the western slope where grey skies and snow gave way to sunshine and greenery. I managed to find the perfect corner on a deck between rail cars to take in the sights, sunshine and fresh air, out of the cool wind, where I stayed for the remainder of the journey.

The Western Side - Leaving the Southern Alps

Otira River Valley

Taramakau River

Grey River Valley

Grey River Valley Nearing Journey's End

The TranzAlpine was a fascinating journey filled with incredible scenery, and one of the highlights of our time on the South Island. Many do it as a day trip with a short half hour stop-over in Greymouth before returning to Ch-ch. We dropped our bags at Noah's Ark Backpackers and returned to watch the train leave the station before we headed off for groceries.]]> Thu, 16 Jul 2009 00:00:00 GMT http://www.blogabond.com/TripView.aspx?tripID=6046 http://www.blogabond.com/CommentView.aspx?commentID=76828 0 -42.4666667 171.2 Early miners worked their claims with picks, shovels and gold pans. Progress and the quest for richer sources saw miners employ water cannons to wash down high banks, build long raceways through challenging terrain to carry water to mining operations and eventually operate steam powered dredges in rivers.

As surface gold became scarcer, prospectors directed their attention underground. Hard rock mining required greater capital and expertise that most surface miners possessed or could acquire. Syndicates with strong financial backing formed and developed large underground operations to remove ore-bearing quartz that was pulverised in massive rock-crushing batteries. The use of cyanide to recover gold lead to higher production. The Martha Mine at Waihi expanded its operations with that process and became the largest gold mine in New Zealand by 1900. It closed in 1952, after producing 5 million ounces of gold from nearly 11 million tonnes of ore.

Gold was mined in nearby Karangahake Gorge starting in March 1875. With the introduction of the cyanide process, gold recovery dramatically increased and three large batteries were constructed to treat the ore extracted from extensive workings deep inside Karangahake Mountain. The Karangahake mines accounted for 60% of NZ's total gold produced in 1909. Ore mining in Karangahake ceased in 1918 while the Victoria Battery, capable of crushing up to 800 tons of ore daily, continued to process ore from the Waihi Martha Mine until the mine closure in 1952.

The Martha Mine returned to life in 1988 as an open pit operation. It is located at the end of the main street of Waihi, and is a major employer and attraction for the area. It has produced an average of 100,000 ounces of gold and 700,000 ounces of silver annually since reopening. It is now winding down its operations and heading towards closure. The area around its perimeter has been replanted with native plants and the near 250-m deep pit will eventually become a recreational lake.

Glimpse of Martha Pit Bottom

View of Waihi from Perimeter of Martha Mine

One of Many Historical Buildings

One can experience the 'then and now' of gold mining in this area in one day. A beautiful walkway with information posts and lookouts encircle most of the Martha Mine perimeter. We watched the operations on three separate days, marvelling at the enormity of the pit that dwarves the huge dump trucks capable of carrying up to 100 tonnes of ore in a single load. Each truck takes about 15 minutes to make a round trip from the mine bottom to the crusher at the pit top and return.

Cornish Pumphouse c.1904 - 3 Stories High & 1840 Tonnes - Relocated in its Entirety 2006

Modern Mining

100 Tonnes of Ore Containing 1 to 3 Teaspoons of Gold

Martha Mine Pit

We then drove to Karangahake Gorge, 8 km from Waihi, and hiked several of the tracks maintained by the NZ Dept. of Conservation. The tracks incorporate original mine workings such as tunnels and tramway lines, and suspension bridges located where original mining bridges once existed.

Ohinemuri River Suspension Bridge - Karangahake Gorge

Woodstock Battery Remains - Karangahake Gorge

Start of Windows Walkway - Karangahake Gorge

Eureka! - Karangahake Gorge

The walk was fascinating as it winded through the forest that has reclaimed the once stripped hill sides and cliffs. We felt like 'Indiana Jones' as we came upon the remains of old mine buildings that appeared like Aztec ruins in the rainforest. We saw the remnants of old machinery in several locations along our chosen tracks. One can literally spend days exploring the many tracks and sites that they pass through.

Windows Walkway - Window - Karangahake Gorge

Windows Walkway - Karangahake Gorge

Steps Descending from Windows Walkway to Waitewheta Gorge Bridge - Karangahake Gorge

Steps Leading into Woodstock Underground Pumphouse - Karangahake GorgeP

Second Entrance to Woodstock Underground Pumphouse - Karangahake Gorge

Waitawheta Gorge Bridge & Crown Tramway Track - Karangahake Gorge

Mine Dweller - Weta - Karangahake Gorge

Talisman Battery Ruins - Karangahake Gorge

Talisman Battery Remains - Karangahake Gorge

Last Remnant of Gold Smelter - Karangahake Gorge

Gold...watching today's modern miners and walking in the footsteps of the miners from yesteryear makes one appreciate the power of its siren call.]]> Sun, 05 Jul 2009 00:00:00 GMT http://www.blogabond.com/TripView.aspx?tripID=6046 http://www.blogabond.com/CommentView.aspx?commentID=74732 0 -37.3833333 175.8333333
Viewing White Island - Whakaari - from WhakataneApproaching White Island is an ominous feeling. It is NZ's most active and its only marine volcano, formed by three separate volcanic cones of different ages. It lies 50 km offshore from Whakatane and plumes of white steam continuously rise from its ancient shape. Its Maori name - Whakaari - means, "that which can be made visible", referring to its ability to disappear in the ocean mist and haze, and then reappear on clear days.

Halfway to White Island

Approaching White Island

Pee-Jay V Waits for Our Safe Return

Mooring in the small bay and stepping onto White Island is a journey into living geological history. The sound of hissing vents, the bite of acrid volcanic steam hitting one's sinuses, the sight of bright yellow and white sulphur deposits, and the feel of newly formed land beneath one's feet moves one from fantasy to reality.

Ready to Start the Tour

Walking New Surface Created in 2000

Making Our Way Across the Crater Floor

Steppin' Gently

Moonscape

Sulphur Needles

Hot water streams along the crater floor, depositing minerals along the way. The highly acidic water renders it unfit for drinking. We followed our guide along a carefully planned path to avoid falling through the crust into boiling mud-filled vents. The entire area was alive with sound and movement - hissing and bubbling, clouds and plumes of steam dancing and shape-changing. We donned our gas masks and peered through the mist into the bubbling and surging lake of the main crater. We stood beneath Donald Duck and Noisy Nellie, our voices erased by their roaring vents, before moving off the view the Dragon spewing steam in the distance. Its recent surge of activity had forced the guides to reroute their tours.

Three Canucks & Noisy Nelly

Mother Nature Speaks at Dragon's Foot

Boiling Mud Pool

Hot Water Stream & Mineral Deposits

The Main Crater Beckons!

Looking Towards the Main Crater

Danger Lurks Beneath!

A Truly Foreign Land

Hang on Tight, Bucky!

As we walked about the moonscape devoid of any vegetation, the guides recounted Whakaari's history. The Maori paddled their wakas to the island to collect sulphur for their homes and gardens, and to harvest muttonbirds that nested on its outer edges. The hunters cooked their catch in the steam vents before returning to their villages.

Europeans made several attempts to mine the sulphur. One such attempt was even connected to Canada...BC no less! Dr John Browne and Archibald Mercer, an Englishman with connections in Vancouver, purchased the island for Canadian $20,000 in 1913. The name of their company was The White Island Sulphur Co. of Vancouver.

Production problems and disaster plagued the company's operations from the beginning. The most devastating event occurred in September 1914 when a section of the southern rim of the crater wall slumped, causing a massive lahar that wiped out all the buildings on the island as well as the men who were living there. The only survivor was the miner's cat; his rescuers returned him to the mainland where he sired many kittens that locals eager sought as living lucky charms. No trace of the unfortunate miners was ever found. Today, the ruins of the sulphur factory buildings serves as a bleak reminder of those that toiled in this dangerous and unpredictable environment.

Sulphur Processing Buildings - Monuments to Lost Lives

Sulphur Kettle & Original Mining Face

BC Timbers Still Survive

The Institute of Geological and Nuclear Sciences constantly monitors the island's volcanic activity with a seismograph, survey pegs, magnetometers and a camera to provide information. Up-to-date images of the island can be viewed hourly at www.geonet.org.nz .

The owners of White Island Tours, Peter & Jenny Tait, are official guardians of the island. Access is restricted and the only way in which anyone is permitted to visit the volcano is with one of the 4 designated tourist operators. We took Peter and Jenny's six-hour trip, and highly recommend their tour. We cruised aboard their custom-made 73 ft 'Pee-Jay V'. Before heading home to Whakatane, Peter treated our group to a rare trip around the entire island thanks to unusually calm seas as well as fur seal and dolphin spotting.

Pohutakawa Trees Thrive Away from the Fumes

Whakaari Disappears with Sunset

Viewing White Island - Whakaari - from Whakatane took on a different meaning after experiencing its might first-hand. Awe replaced the ominous...definitely another 'WOW' moment in NZ and in our lifetime!

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On the Move Again...Timaru to Ch-chTravelling is full of surprises. For instance, I had not heard about a nearby French settlement named Akaroa when I visited Christchurch with my rugby team in April. My cousin, 'Andy' (Andrea), in Dunedin told us about it and said that it was a "must see". We consulted our Lonely Planet guide and decided to make a side trip to Akaroa while we were in Ch-ch.

Andy also recommended the Ch-ch Arts Centre as 'the place' to shop for NZ-made items. We made it our first destination after humping our bags to Chester Street Backpackers when we arrived in Ch-ch Monday May 25. The range and quality of goods was impressive! Clothing, jewellry, art, woodwork...all crafted by Kiwis from NZ materials. We made some mental notes for a return buying trip later in the week.

As we're apt to do, we explored the local area around the backpackers the next day, Tuesday May 26. I knew that we picked the right neighborhood to stay in when I saw Pomeroy's Old Brewery Pub in the next block! The owners, Steve and Victoria Pomeroy, are very close friends of my team-mate, Duane 'Draino' Stephenson, and they had hosted our team during the tour. Norma's intuition told her that we'd be coming back for a pint and a visit!

We wandered through the neighborhood and then into the centre of Ch-ch. It's a beautiful city. It has a very English appearance with its churches, parks and even its own Avon River winding through its core. Its settlement in 1850 was an ordered Church of England enterprise meant to be a model of class-structured England down-under rather than another rough colonial outpost. It was a noble plan but thankfully pubs, bars and restaurants made their way into the mix over time!

Punting on the Avon

Checkmate in Cathedral Square

The Bridge of Remembrance

Firefighters' Memorial - Girders from WTC 9/11

The Holy Grail - The World's Ultimate Sports Bar!

During our walk, we chanced upon a very poignant exhibition about Passchendale. Passchendale was the final resting place for so many ANZAC soldiers, as it was for our Canadian lads. The sheer loss of life is staggering to comprehend. NZ took it hard on the chin; its casualty rate was enormous for its small population. The Muldrew family is connected with that famous WW1 battleground; my great-uncle (Cousin Mary's father) was seriously wounded there. He was shot through both thighs and fell where he was hit. He lay alone in a shellhole, unable to pull himself back to his lines, and death seemed emminent. To his good fortune, an army chaplain found him hours later and carried him to safety. A story has it that he met his long-lost brother, my grandfather, in the bed next to his in the hospital back in England...we'll have to look into that when we get home.

Norma and I met up with another cousin, Paula, daughter of Hugh and Trixie, and went over to Pomeroy's for the evening. Steve was very happy to see us and treated us royally. Andrea and I found that we have a lot in common with our careers; she is a corrections psych nurse and team leader. We learned that there isn't much difference between our clients and prison life in either hemisphere.

Onto Akaroa...we caught the shuttle early Wednesday morning (May 27) and headed across the Canterbury plains enveloped in pea-soup fog. The fog cleared as we climbed the pass over the hills of the Banks Peninsula to reveal beautiful harbours, bays and countryside. We learned from our driver that the peninsula and its hills were created by two massive volcanic eruptions. The vistas were spectacular!

View from Crest of Banks Peninsula

Akaroa Harbour

History lesson...whaling captain Jean Langois negotiated the purchase of the peninsula from the Maori in 1838. He returned to France, collected 63 settlers and headed back to the peninsula to start a French colony in 1840. Meanwhile, the British had heard about this plan and panicked to thwart it. Only days before the French settlers arrived, they sent a warship to raise the Union Jack over Akaroa and claim sovereignty under the Treaty of Wiatangi. Some believe that the South Island may well have become a French colony if the settlers had only arrived two years earlier! The French did settle at Akaroa, the 'benevolent' British provided them with five acres as a sign of their good nature!

We walked all through Akaroa over three days. It is a charming sea-side town much like Qualicum Bay, with small shops and cafes. The street and business names lend to creating the feeling of a small French village, and descendents of the original settlers still reside there. The highlights of our stay included a private (no one else booked) wildlife cruise to view the endangered Hector's dolphin, the world's smallest at just over a meter in length, and the local cinema with its big leather seats and bar! I also borrowed a bike and rode/walked the hills to a nearby Maori community to view their church and marae.

Gendarmerie

Akaroa War Memorial

Onuku Church

Onuku Marae Tipuna

Akaroa Dolphins Cruise

Murphy - 1st Mate & Dolphin Spotter, Akaroa Dolphin Cruises

Hector's Dolphin

Hector's Dolphins

Hector's Dolphin

Hidden Valley of Nikau Palms - Most Southerly Grove

Inside A Crater

Returning to Akaroa Harbour

We returned to Ch-Ch Saturday May 30 and headed straight to the Arts Centre where we purchased three limited edition Maori art prints from the artist/gallery owner. We must have spent close to three hours in her gallery over our two visits to admire the various pieces. We capped off our day and last night in Ch-ch with a return visit to Pomeroy's for dinner and a few 'socials'. We enjoyed Steve's hospitality and the warmth of familiar comfortable surroundings immensely .

Saturday Night with the Publican - Steve Pomeroy

We could have stayed late into the night but wisely returned to the backpackers mid-evening because we had booked a 7 am shuttle to the train station the next morning for our Trans-Alpine trip to Greymouth. We didn't need to experience the travellers' surprise of waking late for a connection, especially with non-refundable tickets!]]> Sun, 21 Jun 2009 00:00:00 GMT http://www.blogabond.com/TripView.aspx?tripID=6046 http://www.blogabond.com/CommentView.aspx?commentID=72513 0 -43.8057920652737 172.966003417969 I have continued to spend time with the Napier Boys' High School rugby program and I enjoyed their homes games Saturday. School spirit was more than evident and testosterone levels were overflowing! The NBHS U15 and 2nd XV teams ushered the 1st XV onto the field with a haka to rouse the warriors. Hastings and NBHS 1st XVs squared off at centre field and challenged each other with their hakas. It was a showdown that ended up with both teams chest-to-chest chanting in each other faces. I've never seen anything like it and it sure set the tone for the game that followed. In the end, NBHS bettered their opponents and made it a clean sweep for NBHS's teams that day. I felt very honoured when the 2nd XV coaches, Billy and Russell, presented me with an NBHS Super 8 jersey and supporter t-shirt, and I will wear them with pride.

History Preserved

'Creations' Covers All The Bases!

Taumatawhakatangihangakoauauotamateaturipukakapikimaungahoronukupokai-whenuakitanatahu

It means 'The hilltop where Tamatea, with big knees, conquerer of mountains, eater of land, traveller over land and sea, played his kaouau (flute) to his beloved.'

Imagine our surprise when we arrived to find the famous sign gone and an excavator

At Least The Hill Is Still There!

Porangahau Countryside

Te Paerahi Beach

We poked around the shops in each town and I finally purchased my All Blacks jersey. I had long promised that I would only buy an AB jersey in NZ and I was thrilled to find it on sale in Waipukurau, a town with a population of approx. 4500. The shop owner and I had a good chat about the ABs, and he enjoyed the thought of a Canadian cheering for the home team!

All Blacks' Jersey - The Real Deal!

I wore my new AB jersey to watch the second test against the French last night (June 20). Some of the NBHS supporters invited me to join them for a "boys' night out" but I guess they forgot where they told me to meet them! No worries, tho'; I ended up meeting some local fellows and watching the game with them over a few Tui's. We had a good time chatting with each other, sharing lots of laughs and shooting a few games of pool. Cheers to Brent, Spencer and Dennis, all good blokes who originally hailed from Otane! Our paths may cross again at RWC in 2011!

I had an 'it's a small world' moment earlier in the week when we strolled the shops in Taradale, a community near Napier. I don't know why but I had to check out the smaller of two butcher shops. I was wearing my Ebb Tide ballcap and hoody, and the butcher asked if I played "footie". I answered that I did and told him where we're from. Imagine my surprise when he told me that he played a season for the Prince George Gnats in the mid-90's! His name is Chris Stringer and his shop is BC Meats (BC = best cuts, not our prov.) 313 Gloucester St Taradale, NZ.

Chef Shane's Lamb Shanks & Veg

Fruits of the Vine from Church Road Winery

We have really enjoyed Hawke's Bay. Everyone is friendly and we have had some great chats with people that we've met along the way. Everyone we've met has been keenly interested in Canada and to hear what we think about their region and NZ. They all beam with pride when we tell them that we would very happy to live here. We have found it very easy to blend with the locals and that says it all!

PS. The ABs won 14 - 11 and NZ sighed a huge breath of relief! I know wearing my new jersey helped the cause!

]]> Sat, 20 Jun 2009 00:00:00 GMT http://www.blogabond.com/TripView.aspx?tripID=6046 http://www.blogabond.com/CommentView.aspx?commentID=72380 0 -39.4166667 176.8833333 Everyone needs to take a break, even when they're travelling, and find a sanctuary for some solitude and sense of space. It was a 'no brainer' to choose Victoria's sister city, Napier, renown for its Art Deco architecture, as the place to toss our backpacks into a corner and chill. It's located in the Hawke's Bay region with its Mediterranean climate, beautiful scenery in every direction and home to no less than 70 wineries. We hired a 'bach' (cottage) at Wishart Vineyards in Bay View, about 10 km north of Napier. A ten minute walk through the vineyard takes us to the beach where we can watch the waves break and crash after their long journey across the Pacific. We hired a car, too, so we can explore the local area in all directions.

Our Bach and Wheels

View of Wishart Vineyards - Bach

Truth be known, I had already arranged to spend time shadowing Napier Boys' High School rugby coaches at practices and figured that Norma would enjoy the shops and vineyards in a warmer clime. I was right, too! We were in our shorts and t-shirts having morning tea on the veranda when we heard that Dunedin is covered in snow this morning (Tuesday June 16).

We arrived last Wednesday (June 10) and have had a mix of busy and quiet days. We explored the vineyard and beach Thursday while our laundry was on the go, then visited Esk Winery across the road for a tasting. I headed off to practice at NBHS that afternoon and afterwards found myself madly scribbling notes about drills and plays.

Sunrise - View from the Bach Veranda

Succulents - Bay View Beach

Chillin' with Our New Cobber

We walked the streets of Napier Friday to see the Art Deco buildings contructed to restore the city after an earthquake devastated it in 1931. It is literally a city that rose from the ashes; its architecture is fascinating and its story is inspiring. We'll walk the opposite sides of the streets before we leave so that we can see the buildings from a different perspective.

Art Deco

From the Ashes...

Art Deco

Norma was a content rugby widow Saturday. I hit the road before 7 am on the drive to Gisborne, 200+ km north, to watch the NBHS teams play their rival, Gisborne Boys' High School. These lads play hard exciting rugby! The 1st XV game would be a close equal to any of our local premier games for skill and speed. I arrived back at the bach shortly before 6:30 pm and then headed to the local pub to watch the All Blacks vs. France game because we don't have Sky Sports on our bach telly. The game was a disappointment (France won with help from the All Blacks) and it was rebroadcast on a regular telly channel half an hour after I got back to the bach!

The road to Gisborne is the mother of all Malahats. In fact, it makes the Malahat look like a prairie freeway! It's a challenge in daylight with its twists and turns. Speed limits change from 100 kph to 25 kph in the blink of an eye. Steep climbs through the hills apparently aren't challenging enough for Kiwis - they narrow the roadway so that loaded semis almost brush cars in the opposite lane and bar any escape with a sheer drop on one side and towering overhanging rock faces on the other! None of this seems to phase the Kiwis, though. The way that they drive leads me to believe that they have visions of being the next Formula One great! Throw darkness into the mix and the whole experience requires a few stiff drinks when you get back to the bach!

Sunday...we drove down to Haverlock North and up to the top of the peak of Te Mata. The sheer escarpments and the incredible clear-day views in all directions from the 399m summit gave Norma the 'woozies'! Stops at the Arataki Honey Visitor Centre and the Te Mata Cheese Company brought her back to life.

Te Mata Vista - South

Te Mata Vista - West

The sun was out in all its glory yesterday (Monday June 15) so we jumped into the car and headed north for a soak at Morere Hot Springs. 40o C hot pools under the canopy of a lush rainforest of towering nikau palms, ferns and other native trees. Bird song mingled with the steam of the pools as we simmered in the mineral waters. We drove out to the Mahia Peninsula, which was once an island before sands filled in the gap over eons to join it to the mainland. The beaches and coastline were spectacular, and we found a wonderful spot on the shore to relax with a beer and snack on Te Mata blue cheese. The waves continually crashed onto the sandstone formations that waves through the millennia have etched and carved into stunning sculptures. Before leaving the peninsula, I had to stop at the local rugby pitch and marvel at its setting on an escarpment high above the wide open Pacific. The view is unobstructed and only the ocean separates the pitch from South America.

Morere Hot Springs

Rainforest - Morere

Soakin' Up Nature

Mahia Lunch Break

Sculptured Shoreline - Mahia

Beachcombing the Sculptured Shoreline - Mahia

We turned onto the highway for the trip home as the sun started to set and the skies ahead glowed with its fiery colors. The marvels of nature disappeared with darkness and the challenges of driving the coast highway took over. The experience gripped Norma and she too found comfort in a stiff drink once back in the comfort of the bach!

Yep, you have appreciate the ying and yang of chillin' in Hawke's Bay and stressin' on the coast highway...]]> Mon, 15 Jun 2009 00:00:00 GMT http://www.blogabond.com/TripView.aspx?tripID=6046 http://www.blogabond.com/CommentView.aspx?commentID=71395 0 -39.4833333 176.9166667

Lake Te Anau - Morning Mist

NZ Wood Pigeon

Chasm Walk - Milford Sound

Plains En Route to Milford Sound

En Route to Milford Sound

Forest Walk

Mitre peak

Stirling Falls

Stirling Falls

We moved further south to Invercargill after four wonderful days in Te Anau. Urged by fellow travellers and my NZ family, we hired a car and left the city to tour the Catlins.

Home No More

Waipapa Point Lighthouse

Cannibal Bay

Hector Sea Lion - Surat Bay

The Nuggets - Nugget Point

Ferns

Slope Point

We didn't get to Stewart Island, which lies off the south of the main island, due to poor weather. Tossing around in a water taxi for 90 minutes and knowing that the heavy rain would all but silence the renown birdlife made our decision to leave that trip for a return visit to NZ.

The south of South and its extraordinary vistas can be summed up in one simple word..."Wow!"
]]> Thu, 30 Apr 2009 00:00:00 GMT http://www.blogabond.com/TripView.aspx?tripID=6046 http://www.blogabond.com/CommentView.aspx?commentID=70744 0 -45.4166667 167.7166667 Step into the time tunnel so Norma and I can catch you up with our adventures from the beginning. I will recap the rugby tour at a later date, however, you must keep in mind that I faithfully follow road code!

Norma, Sharon, Beau and I bid the tour "haere ra" Sunday April 26 and saw them onto the bus bound for Auckland Airport and their Air NZ flight home to Canada. It was bittersweet to see them go, however. On one hand, it meant that Norma and I were now starting our long awaited journey through NZ and beyond. On the other, it meant that the Ebb Tide tour that had been so much fun was over and that we wouldn't see our friends until late October.

Tours are a special part of the sport that we so dearly love. All aspects of a tour bring team-mates and supporters closer together starting the day that the decision to go on tour is made. Everyone works hard preparing for a tour and plays hard while on tour. Tours are filled with laughter and special moments that make friendships stronger and lasting memories. Good times!

I digress so back to the task at hand... Beau and I had long planned to celebrate the end of the tour with a long night in a pub. Our bodies told us otherwise though; three weeks of tour on top of two+ years of planning and organizing takes a toll on fifty-year olds! We each went our separate ways with our wives for a quiet evening and much needed rest!

Norma and I thought we would spend at least another night in the hotel in Takapuna until they said our room, complete with single beds, would cost us $159/night! We did not have to wander far though for something more reasonable. We found a funky one-bedroom travel trailer in the local holiday park located right on the beach.

Takapuna Trailer

Takapuna Beach

Fossilized Tree Trunk - Takapuna

Otto - Takapuna Holiday Park Greeter

Norma and I watched the two-hour window for catching our pre-paid bus from Queenstown to Te Anau closing rapidly and the customer service rep in Auckland didn't seem to care. We boarded our new plane and arrived in Queenstown about 1/2 hour after the bus left. Thankfully, the customer service rep there came to our rescue and had us loaded into a cab with apologies for delays. We arrived in Te Anau two+ hours later and the meter read $540!

The Big Ride to Te Anau!

]]> Wed, 29 Apr 2009 00:00:00 GMT http://www.blogabond.com/TripView.aspx?tripID=6046 http://www.blogabond.com/CommentView.aspx?commentID=68120 0 -36.8666667 174.7666667 We're currently in Timaru, which is about three hours south of Christchurch. We spent the past two weeks meeting the NZ Muldrew clan. What an experience! I have met so many second cousins and their families - almost 50 so far. In fact, there are hundreds of Muldrews and descendents in NZ that all have a common connection to my great-great grandfather and grandmother, James and Ruth Muldrew, who came here from Ireland via the sailing ship Auckland in 1874.

Great-Great Grandparents James & Ruth Muldrew

Second Cousin Ann Padman and family, Wayne & Bronwyn

We stayed with Jackie and her partner, Tups, for three nights; their home is strategically placed one block over from the 'House of Pain', Carisbrook Stadium! Sadly no games were on but the stadium staff allowed me inside to see the grounds. All Blacks will play the French there June 13, and Dunedin is awash with banner advertising the match.

We then stayed with another cousin, Helen Brathwaite, and her partner, David, for several nights. Helen received the Member of NZ Order of Merit in recognition of her 40 years as a special needs teacher and the amazing things she accomplished with her students. David and Helen toured us all over the local area, including a trip to Taiaroa Head to see the royal albatross flying.

Helen Brathwaite - Second Cousin - & David Tucker

Muldrew Family Gathering - Waikouaiti, NZ

Muldrew Gathering - Waikouaiti, NZ

Muldrew Family History

Norma and I moved on to Oamaru Tuesday May 19 to spend time with two of my dad's first cousins: Hugh Muldrew and his wife, Trixie, and Mary Rapson.

Second Cousins Mary Rapson, Hugh A. Muldrew and wife Trixie, Andy Muldrew & Ron Muldrew

Muldrew Headstones - Maheno Cemetary

Second Cousins Shane & Hugh A. Muldrew @ James and Ruth Muldrew's Gravesite - Maheno Cemetary

Moreaki Boulders - Moreaki Bay

Original Muldrew Farm

Muldrews Road

We ended our time in Oamaru with an overnight stay with Mary who showed us her scrapbooks and shared her recollections of the family long ago. It was a wonderful evening.

It was hard leaving Oamaru yesterday afternoon and moving on with our journey through NZ. After all, my visit had only reunited us for a short time. It had been 117 years since Ruth Muldrew sailed from Ireland with her brothers and sisters,save my grandfather who was too young to make the journey and remained behind with his maternal grandparents. He never saw his family again...I guess that explains my tears at the bus depot.

Great Aunt Ruth Muldrew

Great Aunt Ruth Muldrew's Bible

I met my third cousin, Max Muldrew, today and we spent a large part of the afternoon discussing the family tree. Max has done considerable research and he provided me a copy of the family tree from my great-great grandparents to present that he compiled. It fills 74 pages! A true labour of love!

We leave Timaru for Christchurch tomorrow morning...I have some reading to do on the way and it will be fascinating to say the least! The past forms the present...
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Snowball Fight in Lindas Pass

Lindas Pass - Canucks Stop to Photograph Snow!

Snowballs excepted, we are trying our best to get into the Kiwi culture starting with food and drink. Meat pies are the answer to every meal that isn't a sit-down affair. They're everywhere and filled with everything from mince to lambs' fry, aka, liver. Taste and quality range from "Wow!" to "Bugger me, that's horrible!" You will find the former in the local bakery; the latter are massed produced in a factory and languish on garage food racks.

And what goes with a pie...beer, of course! Despite its reputation, Speights is the beer of the South Island. "What's their reputation?", you ask.
It starts with a local saying, "Drink Speights, lose your mates!"
"What's that mean?", you ask.
Speights is known for its gaseous side effects...it appears to be true, too!

So, beware the man with pie and Speights in hand!
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Shrek - The Rogue MerinoChristchurch, our first NZ city. Bodies eased themselves down from the bus after the long trip from Queenstown.

The landscape on the way to Ch-ch reminded many of the Cariboo, sans sheep. Sheep, sheep sheep! The hills and paddocks were alive with them, as one well expected would be the case in NZ. None compared to the legendary Shrek., a Merino ram. Our driver, Brian, related the story of drovers finding Shrek deep in the high hills with a coat of fleece beyond belief. The soon-to-be celebrity had lived as a rogue for six years, escaping the shears until discovered. He was rounded up and transported to civilization where he met the paparazzi and the shearers. Shrek's fleece weighed 60 lbs. and provided enough wool to make vests for 20 men! The average fleece weighs 10 lbs. and an exceptional fleece weighs up to 35 lbs.

Shrek was only one of many "-est" facts and figures that we heard along the way - oldest, largest, first. We didn't doubt Brian's knowledge but Rick-Kyle turned it into a new drinking game, not that the Ebb Tide needs an excuse to tipple! So, whenever Brian described something using an "est', everyone called out, "DRINK!" and tipped backed their beer with a laughter chaser. Every ear was tuned into Brian as we headed for Ch-ch, hoping to be the first to holler, "DRINK!" No one missed a fact or figure. However, the question is how many remembered them!
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Bungy Jumpers - Victorious Group #2

Ebby @ Queenstown Airport

We gathered at Victoria Airport at 3:00 pm Sunday (April 5) for the puddle jump to Vancouver at 5:00 pm. Very few had any problem shifting into tour mode and we quickly engaged the first of many bartenders that we will encounter over the next three weeks. Nothing like pints and laughs to pass the time before boarding the Air NZ flight at 8:00 pm.

We arrived in Queenstown late morning and managed to catch a glimpse of the Remarkables before the clouds rolled in as we headed off for some adrenalin activities. Apparently, jet-boating and bungy-jumping are considered a cure for jet-lag...nothing like a good dose of fear to straighten things out!

Loved the jet boat run up and down the Shotover at 75 kph, shaving the Canyon walls with the occasional 360 spin thrown in for good measure to keep everyone alert. "Been there, done that, got the t-shirt" sizes up the joy of leaping off the bridge 43 m above the Kawarau. Absolute terror wiped the grin off my face the moment I stepped off the platform. I was still vibrating an hour later and I'm sure that the microseconds of stress shaved a few years off my life! Our group earned bragging rights over the others with the most jumpers and the oldest jumper - Irish Jimmy @ 70 yrs. No prizes, no free beers at the bar that night...winners none the less!

A day of travelling, a day given up to the date line and an outstanding day one in Aotearoa New Zealand! Onward and upward!

]]> Mon, 13 Apr 2009 00:00:00 GMT http://www.blogabond.com/TripView.aspx?tripID=6046 http://www.blogabond.com/CommentView.aspx?commentID=56520 0 -45.0315606484867 168.662796020508 I had a 'Plan B' as a fall-back for tour/trip prep but, as luck would have it, I needed a 'Plan C'. Plan B didn't cover getting injured before tour, which happened in the last minute of my last game at home Sunday March 22. With the help of two opposing tacklers, I sprained the MCL in my right knee. Immediate pain followed by even more painful visions of not playing on tour!

Something like this sure can knock your spirits down and I'm lucky to have great team-mates who have helped me stay positive. I found a great sports physiotherapist, too, who has put things into proper perspective for me physically which really lifted my spirits. Positive thoughts, rehab, tape & brace for games...good to go!

'Plan C' means less time in the gym = more time at home knocking things off the list, which never seems to get shorter. ]]> Mon, 30 Mar 2009 00:00:00 GMT http://www.blogabond.com/TripView.aspx?tripID=6046 http://www.blogabond.com/CommentView.aspx?commentID=54239 0 48.4333333 -123.35 I woke up this morning to a new reality...I'm on leave from work until November 2. Another new reality quickly took over...only 19 days until my departure date - April 5. Excitement and nerves make a strong cocktail!

Today is 'T minus 19 and counting'...not much time to tie up loose ends so I'd better get at it!]]> Wed, 18 Mar 2009 00:00:00 GMT http://www.blogabond.com/TripView.aspx?tripID=6046 http://www.blogabond.com/CommentView.aspx?commentID=52464 0 48.4333333 -123.35