We eventually made it to Picton, where we hopped on the Magic Bus again, but with a new driver, Kevin. We drove from Picton to Nelson, where we skydived. That evening, we stayed at Paradiso Backpackers, which was recommended by both our driver and Lonely Planet. They had a hot tub, cheap internet, nice rooms, lots of common areas, free soup at 6pm as well as free breakfast in the morning, and a cat. After our pleasant experience here and at the Wellington YHA (where Thomas the cat lived), we decided that cats were a good indicator for hostel quality.
Most of the next day (Aug. 27) was spent driving out to the West Coast, the scenery of which was the reason we came out to the South Island in the first place. As we left Nelson, our bus driver mentioned that that would be the last stoplight we would see until Dunedin (they use roundabouts), and since Sonia and I were stopping at Queenstown, it was the last stoplight we saw on the South Island. We eventually got to the coast, and took a nice walk along Cape Foulwind (named as such not because of the seal colony there, but because Captain Cook ran into a storm as he rounded this cape).
Cape Foulwind |
It wouldn't be a trip to New Zealand without a picture of sheep. |
Lazy seals, camouflaged by the rocks. |
That evening, we stopped in Greymouth, home of the "World Famous $3 Barbeque", all-you-can-eat sausages for NZ$3. Our bus driver made us do karaoke after dinner, threatening to not let us back on the bus in the morning if we didn't. It was pretty painful. Fortunately, we were staying in yet another cool hostel, Noah's Ark Backpackers, which features a different animal theme in each room. Sonia and I stayed in the giraffe room. Noah's Ark had a cat, too, continuing the theme of good hostels having cats.
A little later in the drive, we drove past Okarito, which I only know about because I once sang a song called Okarito, written by Jenny George, a New Zealander who was in the Stanford Chamber Chorale when I was. So that was kind of cool.
We made a couple stops in Hokatiku, which had a cool glass studio, as well as some jade-carving places, and in Ross, a lame gold-panning town. And then it was on to Franz Josef Glacier, where we did the glacier hike, which was very cool.
The next morning (Aug. 29), we stopped by Lake Matheson, the most-photographed lake in New Zealand. On our way out, we stopped to take some pictures of Fox Glacier, and I noticed the opportunity for an amusing photograph. With Sonia's help, we tried to get the alignment just right to make it look like I was eating Fox Glacier. It didn't quite work, but I had to show it anyway.
Back on the road away from the coast, we headed over the Haast pass and down into Makarora. Makarora was a tiny little town (population 40), where the Magic Bus stops in an effort to get people on the bus to socialize, I think, since there's nothing else to do in town besides jetboating. We hung out, watched movies, ate dinner together, played cards. Nothing too exciting.
Keepin' on truckin' on Aug. 30, we drove along the shores of Lake Wanaka. Slowed only briefly by a herd of cows, we arrived in Wanaka, a ski resort town, this being the end of winter in the Southern Hemisphere. Stopped there for lunch, dropping off some lucky backpackers who had time to stop and go skiing, we then continued on to Queenstown. On our way there, we stopped by the world's first commercial bungee-jump site located at the Kawarau bridge, and, well, I decided to partake.
Queenstown is another resort town. From here, you can do pretty much any sport your heart desires. On the main road in town is AJ Hackett's bungee jump center next to the whitewater rafting center next to the skydiving shop, etc. There's also skiing, jetboating, and a host of other stuff. Of course, if you actually do these things in Queenstown, you'll go broke; both of our Magic Bus drivers advised us to avoid doing activities in Queenstown because everything was more expensive there. One of them said that if you tried to do everything once, it would take five weeks and about $8,000. So, lots to do. What did we do? Grabbed some dinner, played some miniature golf, and watched a movie on the TV at the hostel. I was still buzzing from my bungee jump, so I just wanted to take it easy, and we were both pretty beat from spending eight straight days on the bus.
The next morning (Aug. 31), we flew back to Auckland, got squared away there, went out for a nice dinner on our last evening together, and then headed to bed early, because Sonia had a 6AM flight out to Sydney the next morning. I bummed around most of Sunday (Sept. 1), taking a ferry out to Rangitoto, a dormant volcano in Auckland's harbor. The hike up to the top took about an hour, through lava fields and jungle vegetation, but it was worth it for the amazing view of the Auckland bay. After the ferry ride back, it was off to the airport, done with my two weeks in New Zealand, having had a ton of fun, but wishing I had had more time...
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