Category: 2Cs OverCs

Thursday 16 February 2023

A walking day today. Still glorious weather, in the low 20s and sunny. A good day to get the heart rate up. First rule, drive to the walk. We wanted to see what was on the other side of the lake, the side we can see from our room. We discover, on our drive, that the area we are headed to is the Kelvin Peninsula. Every outlook is so spectacular, with so many houses straight from Grand Designs NZ. My photos from Tuesday did not do them justice, but the enduring sense is of black. So many black houses, and they look great because they fit into this incredible landscape. We park by the Kelvin Peninsula Trail, don our backpacks, and head off. Most people who do this probably head off for an 8 hour walk. We aim for nearly an hour. On the edge of the lake, it’s hard not to continually stop to soak it all up (that’s my excuse anyway)

We walk for quite a while, along a very good track. The peace and quiet occasionally shattered by pesky tourist activities

There were once shipyards upon this peninsular and this is one of the things that remains from it. What is it? The first correct answer wins something. The first convincing answer wins two things.

The walk really is lovely, looking across Lake Wakatipui, from which there is no escape in Queenstown. Thankfully. We finally reach the yacht club

We knew this was a classy area.

Further on Cherrie is tempted. DON’T JUMP I cry

Heroically I talk her down. Or back. With another stunning view of the Yacht Club

Continuing on, we come across where the Lumberjack lives. He wasn’t there. But he’s OK.

But who is here is another intrepid bush walker. Well, frankly the only one! And we ask her if she is a local. No, she’s not. She’s from Wanaka. 64km north. Does she know what these pines are? No, says Marion, although she was tempted to say they were Douglas Pines, but perhaps they’re not. But what she did tell us was about her parents, both Dutch, and both of whom were with the Resistance in WW2. It was a fascinating story, but it wavered a bit and we heard a good deal more than we might have chosen. She warmed to us so much that she did a U-Turn and walked back with us, as the stories continued.

Marion took us to see the Angel, as she calls it. A giant sculpture which we had walked right past.

“How far do you want to walk today?” enquires Marion. She is willing to spend the whole day with us and take us on a 6 hour trek. “Gosh, is that the time?” I say. “Must be off”. And we wave goodbye to our sweet, talkative, opinionated friend

As we head back to the car, we look across that wonderful lake. And observe the ghastly scar of the popular Queenstown Gondola

And so we get to the car and drive to our next walk. The Queenstown Gardens. These are public gardens, not Botanic, but still very peaceful and lovely, and full of so many different pine trees. Some, many, of which we have never before seen. Some of which are quite big

And some of which are enormous

We wove our way through these gardens

Up hill, down dale and over bridges

and continued to admire the view

All the while dodging the activities of Frisbee Golfers, a strange game where you walk through the gardens throwing frisbees and attempting to get them into frisbee cages. Or should that be frusbees? As I say, a strange game.

All walked out (fortunately Steps did not reveal how few we had done) we returned to our flat to change for dinner. A time long long ago we had booked for dinner at Aosta, a famed Italian Restaurant in Arrowtown. Having done the recce yesterday we knew where to go. The glad(ish) rags came out and off we went for our 6pm booking. It’s clearly a popular restaurant because it was just about full when we got there. Most of the guests were in their tourist shorts with their tourist backpacks, whilst we looked like we were dressed for the Oscars. Speaking of which, who was sitting at the next table with her husband, and another couple? Sarah Snook. Now, Cherrie disputes this. She doesn’t think it was Sarah. But I’m here to tell you that it absolutely was. And she was beautifully dressed in casual clothes, which clearly cost a mint. Surreptitiously I check my phone for Sarah’s husband. And there he is, sitting at the table. Dave Lawrence. Don’t know who the other couple were but a bit older. Sometime during dinner, the other female at the table took a phone call – it was of course on silent. She looked at the screen, left the table and exited the restaurant. It was evident to me that she was either Sarah’s manager or publicist, and that it was either Spielberg or Macintosh on the phone. She returned to the table and said nothing. I guess it was simply an availability check.

Meanwhile, back at our table, the service was fantastic, the food good and the bill astronomical. NZ really does have high prices and a real cust uf luving problem. As we left I resisted blowing a kiss to Sarah and Dave, and a thumbs up to manager-lady, whilst Cherrie is still saying it wasn’t her. Now, if any of you had dinner with Sarah on Thursday night this week, please fess up. Because I reckon she really was in Arrowtown. In fact I’m sure of it.

And so to bed

Those of you my age or more (and admittedly not many of us left), may remember KiaOra cordial, available in our youth. Hence my ha ha funny title to this new blog. Our trip to New Zealand. Our first ever holiday in the land of the long white cloud. And mercifully in the South Island, whilst Cyclone Gabrielle is ravaging the North Island.

We flew in to Queenstown yesterday, Monday 13 February 2023. Arrived half an hour early, with hand luggage only (we’re rehearsing for our Scandanavian adventure at the end of this year) and we were at the rental car chicken disk at 2.40pm. On the on line booking form we had said a 3pm arrival. So the car wasn’t ready. “Please return at 3pm” So we sat and watched all those fellow passengers lugging huge suitcases and boarding buses or taxis whilst we waited. And waited. We waited so long it Hertz. But by 3.30pm we had our car and drove to our accommodation – a nicely appointed self catering apartment on the main road and very noisy

But then we lifted our heads and opened our eyes

Wow, what a view. The Remarkables. Lake Wakatipu.

Having caught our breath, we headed for town. It’s all downhill, but as the lovely lady at reception explained, it wasn’t downhill coming back. So we drove. Straight into Queenstown peak hour traffic, at 5.10pm. Gridlock. Partly because of the amount of traffic and partly because of the construction of the Queenstown Arterial Road. And not a moment too soon I’d say. We eventually found a park, after many rounds of various blocks and a deal of convenient sight seeing. A wander through the very busy streets and down to that beautiful lake to find something to eat. Hah! Everything was booked out. Many places are closed due to lack of staff. The same old Air BnB story. Cottages and flats which were once let to hospitality and transient folk are now reserved for the wealthy (like us) who pay through the nose and so the owners are prepared to have their properties sitting idle for half a year whilst raking in obcence amounts the other half. Cafes and restaurants had vacant tables but could not serve because of no wait staff and short on kitchen staff. I usually feel like cooking but not tonight, so we kept walking, and eventually came across an unassuming place called The Lodge Bar, with a menu out the front and which exceeded our expectations. A little out of the way, but still on the waterfront, and the only table they had was outside (oh, shame, gorgeous night and perfect weather).

But we had to sit at the bar first, whilst previous guests vacated. Cherrie had a local Gin & Soda (she’s off the Tonic) and I had some sort of wicked and absolutely delicious whiskey sour. Joe, our charming waiter from Essex, who has been here for 11 years (I guess he likes it) showed us to our table and took our order for the most delicious Marlborough oysters with a wonderful vinagrette, followed by our mains. It was great food and a great bottle of wine (less than US$500 for those of you who remember – personally I’ve forgotten) and many great tourism tips. One of which was that the wine we had tonight was a Pinot Noir from the Bendigo district of Central Otago, which sits on Lake Dunstan. Any family reading this will be as amused as I was that our Dunstan’s came from Bendigo in Victoria

After paying an obscene amount for dinner (we’re both staggered by the high prices here) we drove home, very happy with our first day but sad for Auckland.

Tuesday 14 February 2023

Today, taking Joe’s advice, we headed for the Central Otago wine area. The route took us via Roaring Meg, one of the many mini hydro power schemes in this area.

Will you look at the colour of that water?Just to prove we were there, we took our first ever selfie. It took both of us. One to hold the phone and the other to press the button.

Then on to Cromwell. A little too much of Cromwell really, since Cromwell isn’t a marvellously beautiful town, more like a series of housing estates. It may be that our rental car provided navigator (a dear old fashioned Garmin who we have not yet named but who has a very flat Australian voice – we’re still trying to figure who she is) was not listened to. Anyway, we saw Lindsay Drive, and a good too many other drives, avenues, circuits and lanes from every angle and eventually found our way out. Via the big fruit (you could be forgiven for thinking that’s my bottom)

It seems that Cromwell is in a fruit growing district, but you wouldn’t know it until you are well out of town, where we saw lots of berries, apricots, apples and pears.

Finally we found Lake Dunstan

surrounded by the Dunstan ranges, and then found Bendigo

Up a few dirt roads, and just a couple of u-turns, we found what we were looking for. Last night we had that wonderful Pinot Noir. Joe had told us that his two favourite wineries in Central Otago were Mondillo and Prophets Rock. We had found Mondillo. Dom Mondillo charmed us at the cellar door. Or we charmed him. I’m not sure but he came out with the cash and we the debit. After an hour or so we departed, lunch bound. Dom had recommended the pub at Bannockburn, and en route we passed what seemed to be a real life promotion of Grand Designs NZ, full of black houses

We finally found Bannockburn, and the pub. Which was closed. Lack of staff. But the Black Rabbit was nearby and we had a decent sandwich there. Vegetarian. We moved on to Alexandria, via Clyde. Our friend Penny knew a winemaker in Alexandria and thought she could live there. Well, she doesn’t know him, as much as know of him. But we still wanted to see where Sam’s winery was. We like the back roads, and so off we went. We drove through dry country – it’s all dry here. Average rainfall of 300mm per annum. So, the back road, well, very back. The signs were clear, and we loved the remote country we were in

We passed not a car nor a house. Until we came across a farmer drenching his sheep

We waved, and kept going. Someone knew what was up ahead

Which was a bit unfair, as it wasn’t that pissy. It is a lonely life up here though

and possibly quite invigorating to see life-form. Bull shit.

Nevertheless, we continued on our journey, on this fabulous back road. The map (not the flat voiced navigator who had not been given a hearing all day) confirmed we were on the right track. And then we found what we were looking for.

Only three things got in the way

Plus this other thing

It took us 50 minutes to get here. But what could we do but u-turn back to the road less travelled

At least someone was waiting for us

The sheep were drenched and gone. Nothing else had changed. Eventually, we turned on Garmin and found Clyde. Not even a family reunion has done us so proud

It’s a charming town, and possibly the one that Penny would prefer to live in. On to Alexandria. No photos. Not a familiar face in site.

And so to home. After many hours of driving, and just a few u-turns.

The sunsets on our first full day in Queenstown

Wednesday 15 February 2023

Today we head to the historic village of Arrowtown. Garmin doesn’t get a look in, but the road signs are clear. En route we climb (or at least the Mitsubishi Elantra does) Coronet Peak, the closest ski area to Queenstown. It’s a curvy drive up

but worth every turn.

In case you doubt my word (for heavens sake, I don’t sell second hand cars, I’m a theatre producer) here’s the (two handed) proof

So, onto Arrowtown, which is completely charming. We strolled the streets, we learned why we had seen so many dead pines

They are Wilding Pines but they are not native and so there is a massive program to eradicate them (sorry Derek).

The other important thing we learned from today is what a fantastic place is The Winery in Arrowtown. Where you can pay to taste wines, choose what you choose to taste and self dispense. With a cheese platter perhaps.

Back home. Poor old Garmin didn’t get a look in today.

Good night all. Good wishes to the North Island. And to our Australian friends.

Another two days in Queenstown before moving on. What will the blog bring?