Sunday, 13 September 2009

Day 248, 249, 250 - Melbourne, Australia

MELBOURNE (06/09/09 - 08/09/09)

One short and uneventful (other than screaming babies in front and behind- it was like surround sound) flight later we arrived in Melbourne. We were met at the airport by Adam's brother Oliver and stayed at his new house which he had moved into only a week before. We spent a few days catching up, visiting old haunts and getting excited about the fact that Mel, Olie's partner, was due to give birth to Adam's first nephew in just a couple of weeks time.

Day 247 - Christchurch, NZ

CHRISTCHURCH (05/09/09)

Christchurch, our last destination in New Zealand. We had just a day to look around the city before our flight to Melbourne the next day. This is Christchurch Cathedral right in the centre of the city.

On the outskirts of town is a wildlife reserve which we decided to visit since we had not managed to see a Kiwi bird in our whole time in New Zealand. We saw several but since they are nocturnal their enclosure is kept dark in the day and light at night so that they are active when there are visitors. As a result we couldn't take any pictures but Liz did get this lovely photo of a black swan.


A Kea (alpine parrot) preening it's feathers.


New Zealand White Heron.



Late afternoon we went for a stroll in the Botanical Gardens where hundreds of Magnolia trees were in full bloom, made even better by the fact that the sun had decided to come out.


Days 244, 245, 246 - Akaroa, NZ

AKAROA (02/09/09 - 04/09/09)

After the fairly intensive schedule we had followed for the past few weeks in New Zealand we decided to spend our last few days relaxing at the sea side. The tiny village of Akaroa (population 500) on the Banks Peninsula near Christchurch was originally a French colony and many of the road signs are written in French and English.

Apparently a French trader bought the Banks Peninsula from the Maoris before travelling back to France to find colonists. However when he returned with French sea Captain Akaroa the Maoris had signed a treaty with the British giving them rights to all New Zealand including the Banks Peninsula. Despite this many of the French colonists were allowed to stay and the town was even named after Captain Akaroa.



The Banks Peninsula is made up of sea inlets bounded by large green hills. From the top there are beautiful views of the unusual landscape.



We both thoroughly enjoyed doing virtually nothing for a couple of days, being on holiday for this long really is exhausting!

Tuesday, 1 September 2009

Day 243 - Dunedin to Oamaru, NZ


CADBURY WORLD, MOERAKI BOULDERS AND OAMARU (01/09/09)


Somehow Liz managed to persuade Adam to visit Cadbury World in Dunedin. Adam agreed when he heard there would be free food- even if it was only chocolate.


More then he bargained for- not only did Adam have to wear a hairnet for the factory visit but a beardnet too.




No doubt due to fears of industrial espionage cameras were strictly forbidden in the factory. It was a very interesting tour though, they have some amazing machines to manufacture the chocolate. They let us have the cameras back for a picture in this vintage delivery car.



After eating more chocolate at 9.30 in the morning than either has done since Easter when we were about ten we felt sicker than we look.




Fueled by a chocolate breakfast we sped up the coast. Whilst we at last had a bit of sunshne the wind was blowing almost gale force. This blew the foam off the wave crests in spectacular fashion and we stopped to watch.



Even better the rays of sun through the spray created fleeting rainbows across the sea- fantastic despite the fact that we were almost being blown into the sea ourselves.



On the way we stopped at a well known coastal tourist attraction, Moeraki Boulders. These strangely rounded boulders appear quite alien although our view of them was slightly impeded by the fact that it was high tide and they were largely covered by sea.



The spherical boulders were apparently formed by a process called concretion, where a kind of natural concrete seeps into a softer rock and clumps together forming a ball. When the soft rock is eroded these odd shapes are left.



Obviously the best way to admire such a geological oddity is from on top of it.



Adam would like to think that Liz is finally coming round to the idea of climbing on every rock we come across, but she is probably just humouring him.



Up in the town of Oamaru we took a walk up the old pier. Fishing used to be such big industry for this town that they actually built a railway line right to the end of the pier to cart away the fish. Those days, however, are gone and now the old tracks are rusting away along with the fittings such as this old railroad switch.




Sunset over Oamaru Harbour.



We had dressed up warm so that we could stay out after dusk in the hope of spotting some of Oamaru's Blue Penguin colony returning for the night.



The Blue Penguins have adapted very well to a town being built in their territory. They actually walk the streets at night and a large number have their burrows underneath the harbour buildings. Of course this means that anyone driving here at night has to be especially careful.




Our patient, and cold, wait for the penguins was finally rewarded when, by the light of the moon, we saw dozens of small silhouettes waddling up the beach. You can just make out one in the top left of this picture crossing a pile of pebbles to it's nest.

Day 242 - Otago Peninsula, NZ


OTAGO PENINSULA ( 31/08/09)

The Otago Peninsula, a thin finger of land jutting out of the mainland near the town of Dunedin. The winding road to the tip of the peninsula runs right by the sea- rather precarious considering how fast some of the locals seem to drive along these kind of roads.



The lighthouse at the end of the peninsula, also home to a colony of Royal Albatross although we didn't see any.




Sandfly Bay, not named for the prescence of the biting insects but because it is so consistently windy that there is always sand flying around.



Pristine the views may be but sometimes the reality is not so wholesome. Bon Apetit!


Day 241 - Catlins NP, NZ


CATLINS NATIONAL PARK - CANNIBAL BAY ( 30/08/09)

Not far from where we had seen the Penguins the night before lies Cannibal Bay ( not sure about the origin of the gruesome name) and we stopped off in the morning on our way up north in the hope of seeing some Sea Lions. When we arrived on the beach there was not an animal in sight. We decided not to waste the visit and went for a short walk during which Liz spotted this enormous Sea Lion cow in the distance at the other end of the beach.



We carefully approched the female as these Sea Lions are huge and reputed to be considerably more aggressive than those we had encountered in the Galapagos. As we were creeping closer, making sure to remain shore-side of her, to our immense suprise this massive male reared his head out of the undergrowth only a couple of metres away and eyed us menacingly. Having been completely unaware of his prescence we both nearly jumped out of our skin and beat a hasty retreat to a safe distance.



Obviously far less intimidated by us than we were by him it seems he was just a bit grumpy that we had woken him up. With this huge yawn he clearly displayed his contempt for us and settled back down into his warm, dry spot amongst the dune grass.



Possibly aware that her limelight had been stolen by the big male the female began rolling around in the sand playfully much to our amusement.



Photographing the Sea Lions. The male is completely hidden in the brush to our right so you can imagine our surprise when he suddenly reared up.


Day 240 - Catlins NP, NZ


CATLINS NATIONAL PARK - SURAT BAY AND NUGGET POINT (29/08/07)


After our rather disasterous, soggy stay on Stuart Island we felt a little deflated. However when we arrived at Surat Bay we perked up a bit. Our quiet hostel was right on the beach in a beautiful bay and there wasn't a hailstone in sight. Also there were these distinctive sealion tracks only minutes walk from our room.



As if to brighten our mood even further this ray of sunshine illuminated the hillside across the bay. It never found it's way over to us but did remind us that there was a sun behind all those thick, grey clouds.



We had been recommended a visit to nearby Nugget Point so, after our short walk in Surat Bay, we jumped back in the car and drove for about half an hour. On the way we noticed a ewe with her two lambs, a not uncommon sight in New Zealand. However in this case one of the lambs had managed to squeeze through the fence leaving it on the wrong side to it's mother. Worried that it might run in front of a car we stopped and Adam, after a little chasing, managed to catch the lamb and place it over on the right side of the fence. Unfortunately the mother and second lamb had run away from us by this time and the confused lamb decided to adopt Adam and follow him bleating mournfully. In the end Adam managed to persuade the lamb to get near enough it's mother that they both heard each other calling and were reunited. Ahhhh!



Up at Nugget Point we went for a cliff top walk and marvellled at the bright blue colouration of the sea, even on a cloudy day.



The 'nuggets' that give the headland it's name.



Nugget Point Lighthouse.



The main reason that we had been told to drive over here was the existence of a Yellow-Eyed Penguin colony. These very shy birds are the rarest species of penguin in existence and we hadn't really expected to see any. However after sitting in a specially constructed viewing hide for about half an hour this handsome individual strolled out of the surf.



He proceeded to climb across the rocks and then up the hillside next to us, presumably on his way back to his burrow.



About halfway up he stopped and began loudly calling, over and over again.




As if in response to his call another penguin emerged out of the sea.



And then several others. Having not expected to see any we ended up seeing seven or eight and left feeling very satisfied- and we had been the only people there to see them! They were fascinating to watch but, since they only start coming onto dry land at dusk when they have finished their days fishing, it soon got too dark to see and we went home to warm up.