My last post was written sitting in Wanaka, a lakeside town
inland from the West Coast that I travelled down last week. The drive from
Franz Josef to Wanaka had been impressive, through a landscape so rugged that
the road was only opened across it in 1965.
I spent a pleasant afternoon and night in Wanaka, talking a
walk along the edge of the lake and tasting some wines at the Rippon Vineyard.
The next morning I made an early start to get on the road towards Queenstown,
unfortunately I chose the less breathtaking of the two routes, so by South Island standards the scenery was nothing
noteworthy.
In Queenstown I was due to meet up with Em, who I know well
from DfE in England
and who has just started a similar year at the Ministry to the one I did. She
was lucky to make it down for the weekend as the North
Island, including Wellington was hit by a ‘weather bomb’. This
was a new Kiwi-ism for both of us, but it involved storms that grounded nearly
all flights and delayed her plane.
If New
Zealand is a country of adrenaline packed
activities, Queenstown is undoubtedly the capital. Every corner you turn offers
a jet-this, bungee-that or para-the other. We wasted no time after we arrived
as our hostel had a flyer advertising some low cost helicopter flights. Our
luck was definitely in as after initially looking like it was fully booked, we
eventually got seats, then got upgraded to a better flight. For around £70, we
were whisked up into the mountains surrounding the town, where we landed above the
snowline to take some photos. It’s an incredible way to travel, especially in
such a scenic area.
From the helicopter ride we went straight in search of our
next thrill, which was a jet-boat ride down a narrow canyon. The boats run off
two powerful engines and speed along with just a couple of inches of them in
the water. The ride takes you right up close to the walls of the canyon and
involves brilliant 360 turns that left us covered in spray.
We got back into town too late in the afternoon to head out
and visit a winery, which was our original plan. Luckily Queenstown has this
covered with a shop-cum-bar where you sit in leather armchairs sampling over 80
different wines. I even discovered (and then tried) New Zealand single malt. We then
met up with a friend of Em’s from England who was travelling with his
mate and the four of us sampled Queenstown nightlife. We finished the night by
getting a Fergburger, a local institution that gets recommended by anyone who
has travelled to Queenstown and that lived up to the reputation.
Unfortunately the next morning called for an early start.
Fortunately we were off to Milford Sound and we had decided on having someone
drive us there rather than driving ourselves. Usually a coach journey of 5
hours each way would fill me with dread. The scenery of the journey is so
amazing that it didn’t end up being tortuous, particularly with the interesting
commentary from the guide and frequent photo stops. In the end, the journey is
just a warm-up for the cruise on Milford Sound (which is really a fjord carved
by glaciers). Steep walls of rock rise out of the water and climb high above
the boat on either side. The scale is so huge it’s hard to judge, with 150
metre waterfalls looking small until you sail up so close that the spray hits
you. We even got to see a pod of dolphins that appeared right beside the boat.
The photos below give some sense of how beautiful it all was.
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Mountain pass over to Wanaka |
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Rippon vineyard |
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Grapes at Rippon |
Queenstown
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View from the helicopter |
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Jumping out into snow |
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On a mountain (in shorts) |
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Coming back into Queenstown |
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Shotover canyon - site of the jetboat ride |
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The jetboat |
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Paraglider floating above Queenstown |
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The Remarkables Mountain Range |
Milford
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Getting up close to the waterfall |
I’ll leave things there for now. I’m currently in Kaikoura,
having driven most of the way back up the East of the South
Island. Tomorrow I take the ferry back over to the North Island. Here are the last few sections of my drive.
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