Tuesday, 17 April 2012

Easter in Wellington 6-9 April

Hotel
We're booked into the James Cook Grand Chancellor hotel which is spacious and comfortable (once we’d sorted out the air con). It’s also central and we can walk to most places from here. We don’t really want to breakfast in the hotel and that’s a bit of a problem because lots of places seem to be closed for Easter. We have the most amazing weather all w/e, with clear blue skies, bright sun and very little wind.

Street performer drawing the crowds in the courtyard outside Te Papa

Te Papa Museum
It’s certainly impressive and requires more than one visit. A busy place, it’s free entry to encourage visitors, but the building creates a feeling of height and space so it doesn’t feel crowded. We ‘did’ the ground floor which covers mostly natural history (including the giant squid), geology (where the earthquake simulation wasn’t as good as Auckland Museum’s ), and the Waitangi Treaty. We went on up to the national art collection on the top floor for our second visit. It’s a big collection but again, as with the Auckland gallery, you get the feeling it’s playing second fiddle to the galleries of Europe, just so much newer with less inherited wealth of paintings. Their collection of NZ artists is interesting and the narrative works hard to explain the particular difficulty they’ve encountered. Artists historically felt forced to leave their native NZ to study and develop alongside European artists but as a direct consequence, back home, their art was considered too avant garde by NZ’s more conservative audience, so they often remained abroad. Nowadays the dilemma is that their art is assiduously bought up by NZ galleries which takes it out of the European scene with the result that its importance internationally is all too easily be overlooked by art historians.

Te Papa: looking down to the ground floor from the top gallery

I was pleased to see the Katherine Mansfield portrait  (Anne Estelle Rice) and also found a lovely landscape by an NZ artist called Rhona Haszard who had spent some time living in the Channel Islands.

Botanical Gardens
We took the cable car up high above the city and walked through the gardens back down into town. There are big areas devoted to cactus etc which are lovely but we were quite late in the day so didn’t get to do it justice really. The tea house and Rose Gardens were a bit of a disappointment but that was largely due to the most awful tea served at the cafe.

Spot me sat in the middle of the cactus garden

Otari-Wilton Reserve
We caught the bus up to this reserve and did quite a long walk here. It was actually nothing special compared to other reserves we’ve seen, but included a couple of very ancient Rimu trees and a lovely picnic area beside a stream. We ended up walking out of the reserve through pine trees and on up to the skyline walk which was terrific because it gave us great views over Auckland.

Mike on the hills above the Otari-Wilton reserve, with the skyline walkway behind

Zealandia
This really has to be the highlight of our visit: an evening tour beginning half an hour before dusk. Zealandia is a large reserve which includes a dammed lake. All non-native mammals have been eradicated and it’s surrounded by a 6 ft high wire mesh fence to keep invaders out. It contains about 100 kiwis (brown spotted), tuataras, frogs, and loads of lovely rare native birds: takahes, kakas, morepork and a huge shag colony. We’re here to see the kiwis needless to say, and though they don’t guarantee a sighting it’s our best bet and we’re not disappointed. It’s the most beautiful clear cold evening with an enormous full moon. First we come across the huge shag colony just settling down for the night, then 2 takahes come lumbering past us. There are flocks of kakas squabbling loudly above, unsettled by the brightness of the moon perhaps, and but we can only see their silhouettes as they fly overhead. There are tuataras, silent and still on the bank beside the walkway. We've all been supplied with red light torches so the minute anything's spotted our torches are all aimed in the same direction.

The first kiwi we hear because it’s rustling on the bank ahead and we watch it for quite a while as it scrummages for food with its long beak. It’s obviously aware of us but doesn’t seem to mind us so long as we don’t get close. It walks purposely but in a random jerky fashion and eventually disappears into the bush. Our second spot is even closer and the warden thinks it must be Flip flop, a kiwi whose nervous system has been permanently damaged by eating poisoned berries and consequently had a habit of falling over unexpectedly. Tonight he’s digging furiously at the feeding tubes that are buried in the soil. He seems lighter in colour and very fluffy. Their coat is more hair than feather which, along with the long beak, gives them a very endearing appearance. Unlike our first kiwi he’s facing us full on so we get a good look at him before he too wanders away.

Walking back to the entrance we cross the dam and star gaze for a while. The warden is very informative, pointing out the Southern Cross and other constellations. The moonlight is amazingly bright and it’s a beautiful still calm evening. We jump into our waiting taxi are dropped off in Cuba St and have a great meal in the Spanish style Duke Carvell’s.

Crane boat on the waterfront
Wellington Waterfront
On Sunday morning there’s a Liverpool match on the telly so Mike stays in and I wander around the Wellington waterfront which on this bright sunny morning is just fabulous. It’s a little reminiscent of Vancouver, on a smaller scale of course, but with helicopters flying overhead and kayaks and little boats all over the sparkling water. There’s a large open air fruit & veg market just the other side of Te Papa, and an indoor market a little further on, so lots to investigate. There are some good wooden sculptures on the bridge going over to the Civic Centre, interesting old cranes, and warehouses, but a distinct shortage of cafes. We meet up at Te Papa, do the National Art Collection, and grab some street food at the market.

Kayaks and paddle boats on the waterfront

Lots of interesting wood sculpture on the bridge across from the waterfront to the Civic Centre

Red Rocks and beyond
We get a taxi over to Island Bay, because we’re running short of time, and set off walking east mostly in the shadow of the cliffs which tower above us. Wellington is known as the windy city though we found it very calm during our Easter visit; however here, just a little north east of the city, the wind is blowing fiercely. The sea is pretty wild too with huge masses of seaweed swirling around the rocky coastline. We walk around a headland and come across Red Rocks, which, true to its name, is a crop of red rocks (with some blue and green too) amongst the grey, then turning a corner through a gap in the headland it's a whole different world. From deep shade we walk into brilliant sunshine, and looking across to the horizon we clearly see the hilly coastline of South Island across the Cook Straits. Our struggle against the elements had been worthwhile, especially as a little later on our return we see a fur seal lolling about on top of a rock near the water’s edge.

Looking across the Cook Straits to the north coast of South Island

Getting back to the CBD is a bit of a challenge as it’s about 5pm on Easter Sunday, and on the advice of a local we end up road walking over the headland to pick up a bus. Turns out well and we only have to wait 5 minutes before one trundles by.

Halfway up Mt Victoria looking across to Wellington CBD
Looking down from the top of Mt Victoria
Mount Victoria
On our last morning we walk along the waterfront, around the marina, then up to the top of Mt Victoria which has great views over the city. Wellington has some great Art Deco architecture dispersed amongst the weatherboard houses and the modern blocks. Art Deco with its Ocean liner style seems to work very well here in this city with a great waterfront. Having walked back down to the CBD we end up using the loos in the Embassy theatre, Courtenay Place, which seems to have maintained most of its original interior (Classical Style 1924) with curved marble staircase, and fabulous tiles everywhere (even in the toilets!). Cuba St again for lunch then back to the hotel to collect our bags and home to Auckland.

Tuesday, 10 April 2012

Two Boating Weekends

25 March
It’s a warm sunny day and we probably won’t have too many more of them, so today we decide to go kayaking. We make enquiries online and book ourselves into a river trip which follows the Puhoi River from Puhoi, the Bohemian Village, down to the coast at Wenderholm Regional Park. It should be fairly easy going because it’s a tidal river: you set off at high tide and the river takes you down. We were given basic instruction on how to paddle, life jackets were donned, money exchanged hands, and off we went.

Right from the start it was uncomfortable, and knowing we were encased in the kayaks, completely immobile from the waist down, was a bit worrying. If you wriggled to give your spine a stretch you were in danger of capsizing so it wasn’t a good idea. Should have been idyllic really: slowly drifting down river with nothing but a few ducks for company, the occasional kingfisher flashing past, and cows lumbering on the banks; but unfortunately the physical discomfort took the edge off it . . . and it was even tougher for Mike with his 6’ 2” frame.

Yes, this is me doing my stuff on the Puhoi

However we were learning to steer and managed not to get entangled in over-hanging branches or hit the banks or each other. So we reckon we did OK, but were very glad to get out the other end where our hosts gave us and our kayaks a lift back to Puhoi.

We were picked up at the end of the trip and sat like Mum & Dad in the front of the van with all the youngsters in the back

We then enjoyed a good lunch at the famous Puhoi Pub, and drove back down to Wenderholm for a wander round the park. Wenderholm was the first of Auckland’s Regional Parks (there are now at least 26), it’s a lovely piece of land which includes some original bush, a large family homestead, open to the public, with landscaped grounds, and a fabulous beach. It’s situated between two rivers: the Waiwera and the Puhoi which of course we now know quite well.

On the way home we stopped at the Waiwera Hot Thermal Pools. There are about 8 pools of differing temperatures from ridiculously hot to only just warm. The idea was to relax our bodies after the kayaking adventure.

1 April
We’ve had this west coast boat trip booked for ages. It’s a trip up into the Kaipara Harbour, New Zealand’s largest volume of inland water. It’s an enormous natural harbour with loads of streams and rivers running into it and quite a narrow entrance, partly blocked by an underwater sand spit which has caused no end of ship wrecks in the past.

It’s a pretty good day for it and we drive north-west past Helensville at the southern end of the harbour, up to Shelly Beach. We’re driving up a peninsular which is very similar to the Awhitu, on the south-west side of Manukau Harbour. Set sail at 9am and head north, with the captain doing an informal history of the place over the PA. The harbour was a hive of activity from the 1860s up to the 1940s by which time the surrounding area had been pretty much stripped of kauri trees, which were floated down river to the harbour, loaded onto sailing ships, and sent off overseas.

Dropping off at Poutu Point

Watching the flock of terns

More fantastic drift wood on the beach

It’s about a 2 hour boat journey up to Pouto Point on the southern end of North Head. You can clearly see the sand spit covering a large area of the harbour mouth and the currents are strong here so it gets pretty rough. We’re dropped off on the beach and left to our own devices for a couple of hours, during which time we wander up the beach, finding a good spot for lunch, watching a huge flock of terns by the water’s edge. Not quite enough time to get as far as the famous lighthouse but its a terrific beach walk. The boat ride back gets a bit choppy and a few of the little kids are sick, but the sun is still shining brightly.