I never set out to make this blog a travel one. After all it's bad enough having to sit through 300 photos of heather and pebbles (I took pictures of pebbles on a beach and then realized it looked like a Microsoft screen saver so deleted it) from someone's holiday and then have to listen to some epic commentary on how chuffing wonderful it was.
I lie. I love listening to people's enthusiasim for their holidays and every time I think my bucket list is getting shorter a friend shares photos and stories from their travels and I get all excited and have to add another country to my list. I still have a lot of places I want to go to before I die so I had better not die or I will be very cheesed off.
Anyway I appreciate a blog on our trip around the South Island of New Zealand is not really for everyone. But if you do fancy a few little anecdotes from our travels but don't have two days to spare to read it I am breaking it into six parts like Peter Jackson’s Lord of the Rings and the Hobbit combined plus bonus material to be shared over the next few weeks. This provides an ample break between the trilogies x two or the sixologies if that's a word as well as ensures a regular product output from me without having to come up with original content. Win win!
Hope you enjoy it!
What can one say about the South Island of New Zealand. Words honestly fail me. It is breathtakingly beautiful.
The best way to describe New Zealand is in the vernacular of a Surrey teenager " it was like .... Oh my god ..... Just like ..... Ah..mazing .... I mean ... Like .... Seriously .... Just oh ... My .... God".
I really cannot put it any better than that, I'm afraid.
Our first stop after flying into Christchurch on the east coast was to then drive back over where we flew to the west coast via Arthur's Pass. A stunning cut through the Southern Alps. I have included my first holiday photo below just to give you an idea of why Tabitha de FieldHockey Delavigne's description was so apt.
Given my sons name is Arthur and he was so tickled by the fact such a famous part of the South Island was named after him we desperately wanted to take a photo of him standing in front of an Arthur's Pass sign, ideally with his head obscuring the 'p'.
There is a fifteen kilometre stretch within Arthur's pass where the weather suddenly turns from fairly warm and sunny to bitterly cold windy and wet and it is quite a shock given you were in shorts and flip flops a few minutes before. As Crowded House rightly said, there are four seasons in one day. What they should have also told you in that song is you also need four seasons clothing in one day or you are going home without one of your toes.
The other characters of great interest in the sub alpine range of Arthur's Pass are the Kea bird. A noisy alpine parrot that has developed quite a reputation as a kleptomaniac. I read about them prior to arriving and assumed them to be the size of a budgie. I nearly fell over when one swooped over my head. These birds are closer in size to a barn owl but more menacing. They are quite beautiful to look at with their brown green and red plumage but they are unshakeable in their persistence. No amount of shooing or hand waving is going to get rid of them. We were warned not to leave anything outside our campervan as hikers have often woken the next morning to find all that's left of their boots is a bit of shredded laces. They have very sharp strong beaks and can remove all the rubber off of the outside of your car.
So while quite sweet they are considered a menace. They are also fairly threatening given they cannot be shooed. They stand in very close proximity and stare at you with a cold cold look and say "I think you and I both know that it is time for you to rack off now because I am going to take that jam sandwich and your Milky Way. I might even come inside and take that marinating lamb chop out of your fridge. And you are going to let me because if you don't I will peck you. I will peck you hard ..... bitch".
Pardon my French. We have had to take a break from the fourth season of Breaking Bad to come on his holiday so I am struggling a little with being unable to feed my addiction to a show about cooking meth. Oh the irony. But irrespective of the Pinkman profanity the parrot did say that. Direct quote.
Next Week: Campervanning
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