Wednesday, 11 September 2013

Cook Strait to Queenstown - South Island week 1

Our journey to the South Island started on a very wet and blustery day in Wellington while we waited for the ferry. It was delayed by nearly 2 hours due to bad weather and we were all set for a very bad crossing, especially when we finally got on the boat, I overheard the crew telling the kitchen staff to “stop cooking and batten down the hatches as we were in for a rough ride once we clear the harbour” Oh goody! As it turned out, the sea was a bit choppy but to be honest, we’ve had worse crossings from Dover to Calais. The 120kph winds kicked in later that evening when it felt like our van was going to blow away. The storm finally blew itself out during the night and the next day was glorious sunshine, so we took the coast road from Picton to Nelson and saw some fantastic sites along the way:


Picton from Queen Charlotte lookout


Ferry coming into Picton across Queen Charlotte Sound



The town of Havelock, Green lipped mussel capital of the world. It was a bit early in the day to try them out, so we’ll have them another day.

Nelson is one of New Zealand’s oldest cities and became the second town to be granted city status (even though it only had a population of 5,000 at the time) due to a royal decree allowing the town to establish a cathedral. It also has the country’s highest number of sunshine hours which we were lucky enough to experience during our stay. We spent most days walking around, including a walk up Botanical Hill to the Centre of New Zealand and the stunning views of Nelson below




From Nelson, we headed for the west coast along highway 6, and the town of Westport. A short drive out of town is Cape Foulwind (named by Captain Cook after battling with bad weather in March 1770) which is home to the country’s most northern breeding colony of fur seals. A walk along the exposed headland to Tauranga Bay certainly blew the cobwebs away!




We continued along down the coast towards Greymouth, stopping at Punakaiki Pancake Rocks – amazing natural sculptures looking like stacks of giant pancakes.





We were also in luck as the blowholes were performing well as there was a strong sea swell. And yes, we got caught in the storm and got soaked!




We stopped off at Runanga and had a lovely walk through the podocarp forests of the Coal Creek Valley to the falls


Our next stop was Hokitika, one of the few places where Greenstone/Jade (or Pounamu) is found. The stone has a treasured and spiritual significance and has been used (and still is) to denote status and authority, for adornment and for making peace. Pounamu isn’t mined but can be found near rivers and on beaches between Greymouth and Hokitika. I did a bit of beachcombing and found some nice pebbles, but sadly, no pounamu. We visited one of the workshops and watched how the stone is carved into the beautiful pieces
  
On our way south we stopped briefly in Pukekura (population 2) to try the ‘world famous ‘Possum Pies’. Not bad - they tasted a bit like lamb. The shop isn't allowed to sell you the pies as the meat needs to be sourced from a government approved source, and as there isn't one, they ask for a donation of $4 instead.


We continued to Franz Josef as no visit to this coast is complete without a walk to the glacier. We decided not to do a guided tour as that’s the only way you are allowed to walk on the ice, given its constant moving nature. We had a nice walk from the town and saw a few waterfalls as well as the glacier itself:




Franz Josef is the wettest town in the country and in 1982 lost both its airstrip and bridge when 1.83m of rain was recorded in 72 hours – more rain fell but the gauge overflowed so it was never recorded! The current forecast was for bad weather, so the next day we had a long drive straight to Queenstown. It poured all day and the thunder and lightening was non-stop. We heard later that there had been 40,000 lightening strikes in the area that day (keeping the fire brigade busy) and many of the waterfalls we saw cascading down onto the road had eventually closed the Haast Pass, so it was a good call to get down here as quickly as possible. The caravan park turned into a lake, but the sun is out today and its drying out the grass. The good thing is that all this rain fell as snow on the higher ground and Mark has gone up the mountain today to play on the pistes J

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