The Drive South from Christchurch
I have combined two days because not enough
happened in one day to deserve an entry, but two days, thats a different story.
Sunday I awoke at the hostel very early. Once again plans to attack the day
early quickly fell apart. However this time it was not my fault.
I have combined two days because not enough
happened in one day to deserve an entry, but two days, thats a different story.
Sunday I awoke at the hostel very early. Once again plans to attack the day
early quickly fell apart. However this time it was not my fault. Now I have
already explained that I needed to stay in hostels for the rest of my time in
New Zealand in order to balance those two nights in the Crown Plaza. So when I
awoke this morning and quickly found out that there was no hot water in the
hostel I began reconsidering my self imposed accommodation downgrade. To
quickly solve the issue the owner arrived with a propane tank from his home
grill and hooked that up to the hot water heater. It seemed to do the trick.
However after I called a few rental car companies looking for a car, and looked
at maps of New Zealand, I found myself at the back of the que for the shower.
Luckily the little propane can that could held together long enough for me to
get a hot shower. Within a short time I was
leaving the hostel with intentions of walking to the rental car company. I
should have known from my previous experiences in New Zealand so far that my
comprehension of distance on a map was not my best talent, so when I found
myself still nowhere near the rental car company an hour later I began to doubt
that I would ever reach it. However, after a break for lunch, and about 20
minutes more of walking I found my destination. The price was a little steeper
than the last place I rented from but in the back of my mind I thought if I was
paying more maybe this time I wouldn't take left turns into on coming traffic as
quickly as the last time. After having a discussion with the owner of the
company about Formula One racing and getting a quick walk through all the broken
items on the car, I pulled out of the car lot hoping this time would be
different. After stopping by the hostel to
pick up my bags, and going by the internet shop to update the website, I headed
out of town. First I headed in the general direction that i thought I was
supposed to be going, and maybe its the different hemisphere, but once again I
was dead wrong on the directions. After finally consulting a map I found myself
driving out of Christchurch in the direction I was supposed to be headed.
There was really not that much to say about
the drive. The only thing of note was possibly one of the most beautiful
sunsets that I have seen in quite sometime. I have to place this sunset up in
the ranks of the Semiahmoo, and Hope Springs sunsets. Of course almost none of
you have any idea what I am talking about on either of those but just imagine
your own top sunsets. The sun was setting behind the New Zealand alps and as the
sun lit the clouds you could just see the snow capped mountains descend into
darkness.
(Of course this doesn't do it justice, and
most windows users probably can even see it.... BUY A
MAC!!!!)
Once the sun had set I made my way to a
Hostel on Lake Tekapo. I had a great discussion that night with a brit who
left his job as a banker to become a landscape designer about american attitudes
towards life, work, and the enjoyment of both. We were talking about the
european attitude towards ones job, and compared that to the New Zealand
attitude. Of course we were generalizing, but he having lived in the UK, Hong
Kong, and now NZ talked about his experience.
That next morning I woke up and drove out
to the lake that was about a quarter of a mile from the hostel. Once again the
beauty of the area was amazing, and weather could not have been better. Lake
Tekapo, like many of the lakes in the area was feed by springs, mountain snow,
and glaciers so the water was a deep blue. However it was the snow capped
mountains that surrounded the lake that made it so magnificent.
I left the lake and headed south
towards Central Otago where the next day I would be visiting the wineries.
About half way there I took a side road that said there was a salmon farm at the
end of it. While I had no intention of going to the salmon farm I guessed this
road may give me a better view of the mountains range to my west. I could not
have been more lucky. This road turned out to be a alternate route that went
along the shore line of Lake Pukaki. Across the lake the a little north was Mt.
Cook. and all along the opposite side were the Alps. Over the next hour I
stopped a few times to take pictures from different angles. At one point I
stumbled apon a park where some campers had painted on the sides of
rocks.
I continued the trip down towards the
Central Otago region. I stopped in a small town where I had a great lunch at
Clay Cliffs winery. Over a wonderful glass of Pinot Noir (which strangely was
not their own) I had a incredibly flavored piece of steak that was at best
described as chewy. After a call to my father for his birthday I got back on the
road. Before sunset, and after a failed attempt to find lodging in Alexandra, I
ended up finding a cabin in a campground in the town of Cromwell. Everything in
Alexandra and almost all of Cromwell was sold out due to the boys field hockey
national tournament. I ended up grabbing dinner at the local hotel and bringing
it back to my room (which had three channels of TV) to watch an episode of CSI
Miami and infomercial for Windsor Pilaties. Ah, a little taste of
home.
(A view of Cromwell from across the
gorge)
Posted: Mon - August 18, 2003 at 09:32 PM
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