Friday, March 18, 2005 (Oamaru – New Zealand SI)
Slowing things down a bit. Money matters. When to
plan and when not to plan. And still in pursuit of those penguins. Stone sphere
and an out of the way lighthouse. Finally, our first penguin in the
wild.
Day 375 (185). Today is our rest day with
nothing planned. We’ve maintained a relatively brisk rate of travel around
the South Island so far and I’m now slowly starting to get the feeling
that we’ve seen enough. I definitely feel like the finishing post is now
within our reach. We still have the North Island to go yet and by all accounts
that will be a very different experience to the South. As usual with nothing
pressing to get me out of bed this morning, I didn’t much bother to put in
the effort. However, as is also typically the case when I have no frame or
reference for the time, my body got me up earlier than I would otherwise have
expected. As a result, I had more time on my hands with nothing to do but
enjoyed simply mulling around for most of the
day.
We wandered around town a bit with no particular aim in mind and it hit me that
we are going to soon be in need of plenty of American Dollars by the time we get
to Ecuador and the Galapagos Islands. If I understand it correctly, the US
Dollar is pretty much the currency of choice in Ecuador and I know for a fact
that we are going to need to pay for our cruise around the islands in US hard
currency. We currently have US$1,100 (€845) in traveller’s checks
and a further US$1,600 (€1,230) in cash that we are carrying with us. It
remains to be seen if this will be enough to cover the cost of the Galapagos
cruise so I’m keen to get my hands on some more cash just in case. With
the recent news of the €900 fees that I now have to make to cover the cost
of maintaining the campervan, the funds that we have in our Dutch bank are now
perilously low. We still have plenty in our American bank account but we now
have a logistical problem of how to access it. I recently learned that we are
being charged an arm and a leg for making ATM withdrawals from non-affiliated
foreign banks. I’ve also just learned that there are no affiliated banks
anywhere in South America from which we can make withdrawals from our American
bank account so we need to withdraw as much of it as we are going to need whilst
we still can from here in New Zealand.
Once I’ve withdrawn enough, assuming our daily and weekly limits allow, I
then need to convert it all the US Dollars. No doubt, I will loose out on the
currency conversion but we’ve little choice
now.Even though we have no planned
activities today, we’re never very far away from the stresses and strains
of travelling and I still needed to sort out somewhere to stay in Christchurch.
The last time we did this was on the day that we arrived and it was quite a
problem then to get a place on such short notice so I wanted to get ahead of the
game already. Fortunately, even though many hostels were fully booked, there was
at least one that had a room for the two of us for the three remaining days that
we will spend in Christchurch.Before
we set out on this trip, I had numerous discussions with other veteran
travellers on the merits of organising things in advance versus just taking
things as they come. There’s a lot to be said for both approaches and most
travellers tend to have very specific points of view on the subject. Our chosen
method of travelling is one that tries to straddle both sides of the fence. On
the one hand, we have a fairly set route planned out for our progress around the
planet but, on the other, we deliberately leave much to chance. For example,
other than the odd notion of a few highlights for each given country that we try
not to miss out on, we don’t really know what we are going to do or where
we are going to go in a given country until we get there. Since Auckland is the
jumping off point for the next leg of this trip, that is where we are going to
be flying into when we make our way up to the North Island in a few days.
Now that the time is approaching, I’ve been giving at least a little bit
of consideration to the North Island and where we are going to go once we arrive
there. Having looked over the geography of the island, it seems there is a bit
of an issue with the fact that we are flying into Auckland. Our problem is that
we want to spend at least a day or two in Wellington, which is all the way down
at the other end of the island to Auckland. This means that we will have to
travel all the way down there and then all the way back up again to make our
outbound flight from Auckland again and that is a bit redundant. It seems that
the best solution to this problem is to re-route our flight to take us into
Wellington directly. With that in mind, I called the airlines to make the
change. I had to pay about NZ$53 (€30,74) for each of our tickets for the
re-routing but I reckon that we will make up this difference in savings in fuel
for not having to traverse the length of the island a second time. Having
successfully changed the flights, I next looked into car rentals from
Wellington. Unfortunately, I might have jumped the gun a bit on the flight
re-routing since car rentals from Wellington are starting to look like they are
much more expensive than for the South Island. That’s planning for
you!
The hostel owner came in to ask around for who wanted to participate in the
penguin tour for this evening. You aren’t allowed to take photos and at
NZ$20 (€11,60) a head, none of us were particular too keen on the idea, so
we asked him for some tips on where we can go to see the penguins without having
to pay for the privilege. He turned out to be quite full of useful tips, as it
happens, and suggested a few places where few tourists are likely to tread but
where we could see the penguins. One such spot was about half an hour’s
drive South of here near a township called Mouraki. Quite coincidentally, this
also happens to be the location of the Mouraki Boulders; a strange grouping of
naturally formed stone spheres that can be seen on the beach during low tide.
Since we were by now starting to get a little bored with all the nothing we were
doing (you can’t win), we decided that a brief trip down the coast was a
good idea and we could see both the penguins as well as the boulders at the same
time, so off we set.It was early
evening by the time we found the stone sphere clad beach and they really are a
strange phenomenon. They are often near perfectly spherical boulders that are
odd in that they are have not been eroded into spheres but naturally formed from
a crystalline core. They range in size from just under half a metre to well over
a metre in diameter. One or two of them are broken apart and the crystal inner
structure can clearly be seen. We hung around and photographed them from every
angle, all the time doing our best to dodge the occasional influx of tide,
before the persistent sand flies drove us off the beach and back into the car.
The next stop was just a short drive farther down the coast to where an old
lighthouse resides. Being a constant source of attraction for tourists and thus
tourist Dollars, penguin colonies are usually very clearly advertised from the
highway but this one seems to be completely anonymous. We drove through several
Kilometres of unmarked gravel tracks before we arrived at the cordoned off
sanctuary and I doubt we or anyone else would have found it unless specifically
told of its existence.
The colony exists within a small bay, where a rugged coastline of jagged rocks
makes approach from the sea by boat just about impossible. In addition to
numerous sea birds, the bay was dotted with a couple of dozen or more fur seals,
just sitting there relaxing. The little flightless birds nest in the bushes
nestled into the hill leading up from the bay and the whole area around it is
fenced off for their protection. We walked down the steep hillside to a small
hide, from where we could sit in comfort with a perfect view out over the bay.
It took us nearly half an hour of tedium before the first Yellow-Eyed Penguin
emerged from the roaring surf and waddled up the beach and onto the hillside. It
stood there pruning itself for about ten minutes before it continued to waddle
into its nest and out of our view. Even though it was a fair distance from us,
it was thrilling nevertheless to see it in its natural habitat. It was also a
shame that we only saw the one penguin emerge from the sea even though we stayed
there for nearly another hour.Back
up the top of the hill, where the lighthouse and another couple of buildings
stand, there was a penguin hospital and we were able to see a number of
presumably sick and recovering little penguins in enclosures. Although not truly
in the wild, it was quite a thrill to see the curious little creatures
nevertheless.We’d achieved our
first main goal of the evening of spotting Yellow-Eyed Penguins in the wild but
there is also the Blue Penguin that can apparently be seen if you know where to
look right back where we started from in Oamaru itself. Where the Yellow-Eyed
penguin comes to shore individually throughout the day, the Blue Penguins come
ashore in numbers at dusk. With a bit of time to kill before the time was right,
we drove back to the hostel and tucked into a spot of dinner. At around nine
o’clock and armed with a couple of flashlights and some cameras, we set
off through a derelict wood storage yard towards the beach behind the hostel.
With very distinctive calling sounds, the Blue Penguins were not difficult to
locate. Actually spotting them, however, was a much more challenging problem.
They are very small at just about thirty centimetres tall and extremely shy.
They can scurry about in the underbrush quite quickly and even though we kept
moving around the bushes looking for them, we spent the best part of an hour
following sounds in all directions but without actually spotting one. It felt
like we were tracking E.T. like they did in the movie. We eventually did spot
one, though, and managed to get a few snaps of it. The only reason we were able
to do so was due to the fact that it had no escape route in the direction it
fled from us. It was clearly frightened of our presence so we left it in peace.
It was a bit drizzly all throughout the evening and all the bushes we were
walking through we dew soaked and by the time we were ready to call it a night,
we returned back to the hostel nearly drenched. I had to throw a load of washing
into the washing machine and dryer in the basement and this was the last thing I
did before turning in.
Posted: Fri - March 18, 2005 at 11:29 PM
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