Author: sigormley

Leaving Hokitika this morning we were immediately hit with a stunning view over the massive snow-capped Southern Alps, mountains that look old and rough, but are actually quite new. It seemed that every stop we made on the way down offered something new and amazing to look at, whether it was mountain views, mirror-smooth lakes, or odd turquoise rivers.
By lunch we’d made it to Franz Josef, and booked ourselves in for a couple of tours over the next two days, which will be unlike anything we’ve done before. I’ll not spoil the surprise, you’ll just have to see if we have enough energy tomorrow to write about it!

No! It’s supersimon! Adventurous activity for the day (as it’s New Zealand, you have to do at least one a day!) was the superman ride at New Zealand’s longest swing bridge. They strap you into a harness and let you run (or tentatively walk) off a platform to glide across the gorge over the river, past the precariously positioned photographer (thanks Cat!) to the other side The idea was to hold a superman pose all the way, but that felt a bit silly, so it turned into a plane ride pose, and of course that doesn’t look daft! There was also some gold panning, but that was about as successful as last time we tried, and the sand flies nearby were biting as though they hadn’t seen flesh for a few days. Another country, another breed of biting insect!
The drive on to the coast was spectacular, the road hugging the deep, churning Buller river and reverting to single track as it cut into cliffs. Camp for the night was next to the sea in Charleston, our first free campsite, complete with long drop toilet, the things we’ll do to save £10!

Our day of kayaking started with a cold morning, making us put on layers of thermals that only needed removing after our briefing as the morning sun got warmer. The kayaks were quite fancy, with compartments, waterproof skirts to keep our legs dry and rudders to steer. Our guide Tom took us across the bay to Abel Tasman National Park with it’s tree lined valleys that drop all the way to the sea. Kayaking really does give you a unique perspective, up close to the shore and going at quite a pace to fit it all in. Morning tea and lunch were provided, one of the best reasons to go on a guided tour in my book, but we were left to walk ourselves down the coast to the waiting water taxi ride home. Whilst waiting for the taxi, there were loads of sand flies that not only hurt when they bite, they also leave your bite bleeding, and they’re smaller than mozzies too!
With all that rowing and walking we deserved that cuppa at the end, and it does mean we’ve done a fair bit of Abel Tasman, so time to move on tomorrow!

The little city of Nelson doesn’t look as though it will detain you for long, but it does have a few things of interest. First off, there’s the Lord of the Rings jeweller, that had replicas of the actual ring, including a 6 incher used for the opening scenes. Then there’s the weird cathedral spire, grey and hollow, looking a bit like it’s made from scaffolding. Finally, there’s the geographical centre of NZ, inconveniently at the top of a huge steep hill. At least it got our blood flowing and our cheeks flushing!

Andrenalin pumping, we drove to the airfield of the Picton skydivers. A flight was just about to leave with one place on it, and as the plane only took two anyway, Cat volunteered herself to go. In no time she’d donned a jump suit and comical hat and had boarded the little Cessna. As we waited for the little parachute to appear above us, the sun beat down and it was generally a gorgeous day. Cat gently touched down and told of the freezing air as she left the plane, but amazing views over the Marlborough sounds. We were all psyched and ready to go, but the wind had other ideas, changing direction and making a safe landing unlikely, our jump was put on hold. Two hours later we gave up, New Zealand has more tandem sky dives than anywhere else, so I’m sure there’ll be more chances.
To compensate, we detoured on our drive to Nelson and visited Happy Valley Adventure park and their Skywire, essentially a gondola ride with no brakes Great fun, but not quite on a par with a skydive!

Time is surely flying by, with our goodbyes said to Mum they were steaming off on the ferry to Wellington to complete their tour of the North Island before heading home, makes you realise how short holidays normally are! It was great seeing Mum and Ian and sharing some of our holiday with them, we do appreciate the effort when they or Dad have come to visit!
With the glorious day ahead of us we drove the windy road back to the campsite, stopping at every other corner to photograph the Queen Charlotte Sound, and for me to scare Caz and Cat each time I parked near the cliff edge. We took a walk along the Queen Charlotte track, a 3+ day hike through forests with views over the sounds, we managed about an hours walk before dipping our toes and heading back, well the best views are meant to be at this end, so that’ll do for us!

Kaikoura is famous for its marine wildlife, especially the resident whales, so our plan was to go on a whale watching boat trip. The wind had other ideas, and with our tour cancelled due to bad weather we vowed to return (and find Mum a whale watch near the UK somewhere), then continued up the coast.
Not far along we passed Nins Bin, promising freshly cooked crayfish, and green lipped mussels, New Zealand delicacies. The crayfish is like a small lobster, and the cook (Nin?) had helpfully sliced the beast down the middle, revealing the egg sacks. The mussels were huge, three times the size of others I’d eaten, but they went in the mouth whole! Now I’m not one for shellfish, but Mum and I had a good crack whilst Caroline nibbled and prodded, and Cat and Ian stayed at a safe distance. Here’s hoping I avoid any food poisoning!

With the day starting off watching a huge pod of dolphins swim past the campsite, jumping, back flipping and generally having fun, you could tell it was going to be a cracker. With our exceptionally tight full on wet suits squeezed on (including hoods!), we stepped into the ice cold ocean, contemplated running out again, and caught the boat out to the seal colony, passing by the dusky dolphins that swam and jumped around the boat, what a bonus! Sliding into the water, and taking a few minutes to get used to the cold water trickling into to the wet suit, we swam to the rocks and came face to face with three seals darting around the water. They’d swim up to our faces, staring us out with mouths open as if ready to bite before darting off in another direction, they also did this amongst themselves, and aparently the game is to see who runs away first – the seals always won in our case! With most of the group too cold or too sea sick to carry on, I was just about to get out when the seals picked up the pace and also started doing jumps, a nice farewell!
Mum and I had fun hurtling down a flying fox at the campsite that night, it was great until the tree at the end got close and you just weren’t sure if you’d stop this time. Well if the other kids can do it, so can we, and I did have parental supervison!