Well, the weather pushed me to WWOOF yet again. I was lucky, and got a place on very short notice. I was doing garden work in a greenhouse at Subtropical organic Nursery outside of Takaka. The place was... well quiet. I was left with lots of food, but cooked every meal by myself. My accommodation was a room built in a farm shed, meaning cold. I enjoyed the work, but often was woken at 4 45 AM ｂｙ ａ ｇａｇｇｌｅ of roosters, which felt the need to crow every 3-6 seconds. I have never wanted to slay chickens with a shovel so badly in my life.
The weather soon cleared however, and so i was able to make 2 days of climbing in Paynes Ford with my friend Vince, an American who has been living at Hang Dog Camp ground for over a year now. The climbing was fun, and difficult. Foot holds were smeary, handholds open handed and slopey. It really made me realaize how the time away from climbing had sapped my endurance. This aside, I enjoyed being on rock once more, especially in such good company.
Today I then had to head to Nelson for my flight to Auckland. Two hours of walking with both of my packs led to a failed hitchhiking experience (the first failed one I might add). I saw the bus coming, and threw my thumb out once more with a wallet in the air. Sure enough, he stopped, and $35 later I had my way to Nelson secured.
Auckland. I splurged, so to speak, and decided to rent a car for my two days in the shit that is Auckland. I pick the little car up tomorrow, then will head straight out to the Coromandle Peninsula. There gorgeous beaches and sights await me, though not as warm as back home. I have 2 must do's:
1. Hot water beach: you dig a hole on the beach during low tide and hot water seeps in, making a natural spa. you know i am going to enjoy that naked!
2. Cathedral cove: epic beach cave cliff thing; i am not as psyched on this, but it is a must do for anyone in the area.
I can't wait to be home. The thought of Mexican food, cheap booze, and good friends and family are pure eccstasy in my mind. I the meantime, though, I plan to have as good a time here as I can. If your wondering what I am doing, odds are it will be beach running and generally cheeky shenanigans. See you all soon
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Paynes Ford and the not so Golden Bay
So apparently the weather can't be perfect all the time... especially in new Zealand. In the week I have been here, I have yet to do anything but touch some soggy start holds in Paynes Ford. The climber camp, Hangdog campground, is deserted, except for one American who has taken permanent residence there. The only problem, besides the unrelenting rain (aka soggy rock), is his full time kiwi fruit job. Well, at least I tried. I mean, I have had an amzing run of good weather in this country, so I can't be too bummed. I know if I didn't try, I would have always wondered.
Due to the rain, I thought, what the hell, let's go tramping! I decided on tramping through the Kaharangi national Park, getting up in the subalpine zones and hopefully seeing some more snow. day one I headed to Balloon Hut. After 6 hours of a soggy uphill trudge, I made it to snow line. The estimated time to the close hut, 30 minutes, Balloon Hut: 1 1/2 hours. Here I made the mistake of going for it. The hour journey turned to a 2 1/2 snowy trudge in blizzard conditions. Every so often the wind would knock me down as I struggled up a running creek, sloshing, slipping and sliding in my now soaked through boots. Soon, it was almost 5 o clock, and I was at my limit, both physically and mentally. The only other time I had been pushed to my limit was the ride to Sanata Barabara, a 125 mile cycling adventure. here, my pack weighed me down, the wind pushed me down. I was left to pleading with the storm to just hold off a bit longer. Please Please Please....
it was the first time in my life I realaized I would be in major trouble. I probably would have survived even if a whiteout occurres.... I could have taken refuge in the trees and bundled till morning, hoping for the best. At my last bit of strength, I finally made it to the hut. My clothes were soaked through and I was alone. Thank god the heater was gas, meaning I didnt have to worry about building a fire. Either way, I learned alot about myself.
For one, I learned that I always seem to get myself into these situations. I come out fine, often happy with the experience, but I am learning that I could get into some bad situations. I relaized then and there how much I misssed home. Missed the warmth of summer, the sunshine, friends and family. I have been in this country for so long now alone.... i have made friends along the way, but I am ready for a place to call my own. A plce where I can settle... at least for a bit. A homebase if you will.
Day two started with an expectation of struggle. The snow had not ceased all night, and I was now off to trudge down hillm, across windy tundra for 2 hours in thigh deep snow. The tough thing was every 3rd step I would break through the top layer of ice, making the going slow and... well like a drunk doing plyometric excercises. I eventually made it to the next hut, opting to continue lower to upper Gridiron Hut. This was a small little shelter tucked under a large boulder, complete with a swing chair (patio style) and small wood burning oven. Relaxation.
Day three led me up to Cobb Reservior and back again up to snow level. This time, a had bootprints to follow. First thoughts: yay people! Well, not the case. It was a class of 25, all camping in the snow covered trees with the instructors inside with me. These good for nothing SOB's loved wearing snow covered boots in the hut (a commonly known "no-no" on hut etiquette) leaving the floor saoking wet. Then, these guys went to bed at 7 pm, leaving me alone and awake, but this time having to mind my noise level. A night of poor sleep led to me wanting to get back to civilization the next day.
It was a snow trudge to 5 hours of slush storm walking along a road. This led me to a powerhouse where the workers gave me a ride back to town at 5. I was broken at this point. All i could think about was summer, warmth, and being dry. I am over winter, over slush, and over constantly wet feet and boots. My once epic tramping boots are now separating from the sole on all sides... they actually draw in water now I am sure, hydrophobic to hydrophillic ha!
So now I am opting to wwoof for a bit here. On july 19th i fly to auckland. My plan was to spend two weeks exploring the beaches up that direction, but i realaized its not worth it. I mean, i mistook this beach adventure time for my true desire... but its not the beaches i want, its a summer I want. Really, the only thing I crave is summer, not some winter beach camping shenanigans. So I sit, waiting to return home.
I want mexican food, good tequilla, and a nice rum and coke. Ideal first meal: 2 shots patron, 1 corona, fish tacos. mmmmmmmmm.......
But i am here, and so here I will stay, trying to be as happy as possible in the meantime.
Casualties from my backpacking trip:
1 singed down jacket sleeve
1 partially melted plastic cooking pot lid
1 partially burned sock
1 slightly melted left boot side
(the latter three were from heating ovens, the first from lighting a stove) Man it was a rough few days :)
Due to the rain, I thought, what the hell, let's go tramping! I decided on tramping through the Kaharangi national Park, getting up in the subalpine zones and hopefully seeing some more snow. day one I headed to Balloon Hut. After 6 hours of a soggy uphill trudge, I made it to snow line. The estimated time to the close hut, 30 minutes, Balloon Hut: 1 1/2 hours. Here I made the mistake of going for it. The hour journey turned to a 2 1/2 snowy trudge in blizzard conditions. Every so often the wind would knock me down as I struggled up a running creek, sloshing, slipping and sliding in my now soaked through boots. Soon, it was almost 5 o clock, and I was at my limit, both physically and mentally. The only other time I had been pushed to my limit was the ride to Sanata Barabara, a 125 mile cycling adventure. here, my pack weighed me down, the wind pushed me down. I was left to pleading with the storm to just hold off a bit longer. Please Please Please....
it was the first time in my life I realaized I would be in major trouble. I probably would have survived even if a whiteout occurres.... I could have taken refuge in the trees and bundled till morning, hoping for the best. At my last bit of strength, I finally made it to the hut. My clothes were soaked through and I was alone. Thank god the heater was gas, meaning I didnt have to worry about building a fire. Either way, I learned alot about myself.
For one, I learned that I always seem to get myself into these situations. I come out fine, often happy with the experience, but I am learning that I could get into some bad situations. I relaized then and there how much I misssed home. Missed the warmth of summer, the sunshine, friends and family. I have been in this country for so long now alone.... i have made friends along the way, but I am ready for a place to call my own. A plce where I can settle... at least for a bit. A homebase if you will.
Day two started with an expectation of struggle. The snow had not ceased all night, and I was now off to trudge down hillm, across windy tundra for 2 hours in thigh deep snow. The tough thing was every 3rd step I would break through the top layer of ice, making the going slow and... well like a drunk doing plyometric excercises. I eventually made it to the next hut, opting to continue lower to upper Gridiron Hut. This was a small little shelter tucked under a large boulder, complete with a swing chair (patio style) and small wood burning oven. Relaxation.
Day three led me up to Cobb Reservior and back again up to snow level. This time, a had bootprints to follow. First thoughts: yay people! Well, not the case. It was a class of 25, all camping in the snow covered trees with the instructors inside with me. These good for nothing SOB's loved wearing snow covered boots in the hut (a commonly known "no-no" on hut etiquette) leaving the floor saoking wet. Then, these guys went to bed at 7 pm, leaving me alone and awake, but this time having to mind my noise level. A night of poor sleep led to me wanting to get back to civilization the next day.
It was a snow trudge to 5 hours of slush storm walking along a road. This led me to a powerhouse where the workers gave me a ride back to town at 5. I was broken at this point. All i could think about was summer, warmth, and being dry. I am over winter, over slush, and over constantly wet feet and boots. My once epic tramping boots are now separating from the sole on all sides... they actually draw in water now I am sure, hydrophobic to hydrophillic ha!
So now I am opting to wwoof for a bit here. On july 19th i fly to auckland. My plan was to spend two weeks exploring the beaches up that direction, but i realaized its not worth it. I mean, i mistook this beach adventure time for my true desire... but its not the beaches i want, its a summer I want. Really, the only thing I crave is summer, not some winter beach camping shenanigans. So I sit, waiting to return home.
I want mexican food, good tequilla, and a nice rum and coke. Ideal first meal: 2 shots patron, 1 corona, fish tacos. mmmmmmmmm.......
But i am here, and so here I will stay, trying to be as happy as possible in the meantime.
Casualties from my backpacking trip:
1 singed down jacket sleeve
1 partially melted plastic cooking pot lid
1 partially burned sock
1 slightly melted left boot side
(the latter three were from heating ovens, the first from lighting a stove) Man it was a rough few days :)
Friday, July 1, 2011
Castle Hill Crushing
Castle Hill. Epic.
I spent the last two weeks crushing the nearly holdless, sed for the occassional pocket, rocks of Castle Hill. The limestone was unique, with nearly no grit to speak of. The first few days led to only a few sends, and only of warm-ups really. However, after a few days, I was back to crushing!
I was dropped off at the campsite by a friend's father from Wanaka. Steve, a cheerful old man, was kind enough to pick me up from my wwoofing gig, and take me there. On the way, he imparted numerous peices of wisdom. Here it is:
1.) "Notice what u notice": Basically, we can only change our behaviors, our weaknesses, by noticing them first. We, as individuals, just need to notice our own feelings and behaviors; this is the only way for true self-improvement.
2.) Don't use the words never and always: as Steve put it, the only "always" is that the sun rises in the east and sets in the west. These terms are all inclusive... they just cause people to jump to edgy and angry conclusions. We need to think in percentages. It's not I never do the dishes, it's I rarely (for instance).
Thanks Steve.
At the Castle Hill campsite I soon made great friends of Ry and Lauren, Misoula Montana natives who had an awesome camper van and tons of good vibes. I spent two weeks with this couple, laughing, playing cards, and crushing routes. They were nothing but kind and overal.... well awesome. Hell, I intend to meet up again in a few weeks, hopefully to drink more rum and check out some killer beaches. Thanks for the good times guys. Also, Lauren started none other than 1 awesome dread in my hair! WOOOO!!!
What do you call the useless flap of skin attached to a vagina?
a woman (thx Ry hahaha)
I then met the awesome German crew of Andreas, Johanne, and Marcus. Andreas was basically a walking guide book for Castle Hill, and an overall great person. He welcomed me to the area, he gave me a spot, we worked problems. Of course this pertains to Johanne too! These guys were incredible, and amazing climbing partners. Words cannot describe how much I ejoyed my time with them all.
It really got me to thinking though.... It is intrigueing how we attach ourselves to strangers when travelling. I mean, I don't know them at all; they owe me nothing. However, rockclimbing and travelling brings us together, and so we become friends. We form bonds that are short lived but strong. These are all dear friends, the closest I have on this side of the world...
So on to the ticklist.... Basically I sent numerous V4s, 5s and sixes, often not knowing the name or grade. However, I am proud to say that I sent the elusive and classic V6 Unrepeatable mantle, a monster mantle that IS Castle Hil climbing style. The topouts are slopy, blank, holdless. This epic problem is all of four feet high, with slopers for the hands and a whole lot of noting else. Throw the heel up and press!!
Johanne and I worked this problem for a bit... Soon my side felt like it was going to explode from the strange movement and strain of the route. However, Andreas provided incentive: a slice of PB and J at the top. O ya, that is of course when I sent ! haha Food is always the way to my heart. Thanks for the psyche my bearded German friend.
My other proud send was a V7 slab called origami. The thing was an utterly terrifying highball with nothing but smears and slaps. What did I learn? O, just I can climb slab better than burly compression.
After close to two weeks, however, my psyche on Castle Hill was gone. I felt ready to move on, continue onward with my travels. I think it was partly the bitter, cold nights, but also the same spot day in and day out. I realized though, that I really do miss summer.... I long for warmth, for tank tops, for shirtless barbecues and skin brown from the sun. As much as I love this country I yearn for summer. I ache for Mexican food. I miss... well California a bit. Am I homesick? NO! I simply miss some friends and ... well notice what i notice. I notice I miss these things, but am not a wreck of desparity. I love this country and what I am doing with my time here.
So after a wicked snow storm, I decided to hitchhike onward. The morning was an immense emergence from my tent.... everyrhing was blanketted with a fresh 4 inches of snow. Awe-sinspiring. Cold.
I had my next wwoofing spot set, and just needed to get there. A slow day of hitchhiking left me finally with a ride from a one Greg from Philli, an 18 year transplant in his mid forties. It was late in the day, so he invited me to stay the night at his lakefront alpine holiday home at Lake Brenner. When we arrived, first thing was first , a beer lakeside to watch the sunset. Soon, we finished a couple bottles of epic Pinot Noir and were munching an amazing dinner of roasted bell peppers, onion, and South African bratwaurst stuffs. Cost to me? $0
again, I am amazed at the hospitality provided by a complete stranger. He owed me nothing.... not even a ride, and instead he gave me a place to stay, and evening of good food, wine and Scotch, and breakfast for the morning. These are things unheard of back home.... So where does this put me? Really, I just want to spread the kindness that has been shown to me, both here and when I return home. So when you see that broke college student, that sad little kid, etc., do what you can! Spread the love, even by doing the smallest things. Do i mean food and gifts?! NO! Just spread the good vibes with a smile, a handshake, a friendly gesture when u can.
Currently, I sit in an mountain home of Pamela and Bob. here, I have been laying paving stones in return for my own cottage and amazing home cooked meals. They have inspired me with numerous conversations on the topic of conservation both here and back home.... they are kind people, simple people. Again, mutual benefits via wwoofing. They get a new walkway they are too busy to put in, I get to eat like champion and enjoy the comforts of society.
Interesting facts:
2: the number of showerss I have had in the last 2 1/2 weeks
3: the types of alcohol Bob has treated me to in my stay here... beer, whiskey, wine. God its good !
I plan to stay here for a few more days and then plan to head to Paynes Ford. There, overhung limestone routes await me outside an awesome hippy town. How long will i stay? Who knows! My flight home is July 19th... But i think I will switch it to August 3rd. Sooooo for now we'll see!
I hope my excitement to climb again, living out of my tent and eating camp food will mantain for a few more weeks of being a climber bum. I am living the dream.
i miss u all friends!
I spent the last two weeks crushing the nearly holdless, sed for the occassional pocket, rocks of Castle Hill. The limestone was unique, with nearly no grit to speak of. The first few days led to only a few sends, and only of warm-ups really. However, after a few days, I was back to crushing!
I was dropped off at the campsite by a friend's father from Wanaka. Steve, a cheerful old man, was kind enough to pick me up from my wwoofing gig, and take me there. On the way, he imparted numerous peices of wisdom. Here it is:
1.) "Notice what u notice": Basically, we can only change our behaviors, our weaknesses, by noticing them first. We, as individuals, just need to notice our own feelings and behaviors; this is the only way for true self-improvement.
2.) Don't use the words never and always: as Steve put it, the only "always" is that the sun rises in the east and sets in the west. These terms are all inclusive... they just cause people to jump to edgy and angry conclusions. We need to think in percentages. It's not I never do the dishes, it's I rarely (for instance).
Thanks Steve.
At the Castle Hill campsite I soon made great friends of Ry and Lauren, Misoula Montana natives who had an awesome camper van and tons of good vibes. I spent two weeks with this couple, laughing, playing cards, and crushing routes. They were nothing but kind and overal.... well awesome. Hell, I intend to meet up again in a few weeks, hopefully to drink more rum and check out some killer beaches. Thanks for the good times guys. Also, Lauren started none other than 1 awesome dread in my hair! WOOOO!!!
What do you call the useless flap of skin attached to a vagina?
a woman (thx Ry hahaha)
I then met the awesome German crew of Andreas, Johanne, and Marcus. Andreas was basically a walking guide book for Castle Hill, and an overall great person. He welcomed me to the area, he gave me a spot, we worked problems. Of course this pertains to Johanne too! These guys were incredible, and amazing climbing partners. Words cannot describe how much I ejoyed my time with them all.
It really got me to thinking though.... It is intrigueing how we attach ourselves to strangers when travelling. I mean, I don't know them at all; they owe me nothing. However, rockclimbing and travelling brings us together, and so we become friends. We form bonds that are short lived but strong. These are all dear friends, the closest I have on this side of the world...
So on to the ticklist.... Basically I sent numerous V4s, 5s and sixes, often not knowing the name or grade. However, I am proud to say that I sent the elusive and classic V6 Unrepeatable mantle, a monster mantle that IS Castle Hil climbing style. The topouts are slopy, blank, holdless. This epic problem is all of four feet high, with slopers for the hands and a whole lot of noting else. Throw the heel up and press!!
Johanne and I worked this problem for a bit... Soon my side felt like it was going to explode from the strange movement and strain of the route. However, Andreas provided incentive: a slice of PB and J at the top. O ya, that is of course when I sent ! haha Food is always the way to my heart. Thanks for the psyche my bearded German friend.
My other proud send was a V7 slab called origami. The thing was an utterly terrifying highball with nothing but smears and slaps. What did I learn? O, just I can climb slab better than burly compression.
After close to two weeks, however, my psyche on Castle Hill was gone. I felt ready to move on, continue onward with my travels. I think it was partly the bitter, cold nights, but also the same spot day in and day out. I realized though, that I really do miss summer.... I long for warmth, for tank tops, for shirtless barbecues and skin brown from the sun. As much as I love this country I yearn for summer. I ache for Mexican food. I miss... well California a bit. Am I homesick? NO! I simply miss some friends and ... well notice what i notice. I notice I miss these things, but am not a wreck of desparity. I love this country and what I am doing with my time here.
So after a wicked snow storm, I decided to hitchhike onward. The morning was an immense emergence from my tent.... everyrhing was blanketted with a fresh 4 inches of snow. Awe-sinspiring. Cold.
I had my next wwoofing spot set, and just needed to get there. A slow day of hitchhiking left me finally with a ride from a one Greg from Philli, an 18 year transplant in his mid forties. It was late in the day, so he invited me to stay the night at his lakefront alpine holiday home at Lake Brenner. When we arrived, first thing was first , a beer lakeside to watch the sunset. Soon, we finished a couple bottles of epic Pinot Noir and were munching an amazing dinner of roasted bell peppers, onion, and South African bratwaurst stuffs. Cost to me? $0
again, I am amazed at the hospitality provided by a complete stranger. He owed me nothing.... not even a ride, and instead he gave me a place to stay, and evening of good food, wine and Scotch, and breakfast for the morning. These are things unheard of back home.... So where does this put me? Really, I just want to spread the kindness that has been shown to me, both here and when I return home. So when you see that broke college student, that sad little kid, etc., do what you can! Spread the love, even by doing the smallest things. Do i mean food and gifts?! NO! Just spread the good vibes with a smile, a handshake, a friendly gesture when u can.
Currently, I sit in an mountain home of Pamela and Bob. here, I have been laying paving stones in return for my own cottage and amazing home cooked meals. They have inspired me with numerous conversations on the topic of conservation both here and back home.... they are kind people, simple people. Again, mutual benefits via wwoofing. They get a new walkway they are too busy to put in, I get to eat like champion and enjoy the comforts of society.
Interesting facts:
2: the number of showerss I have had in the last 2 1/2 weeks
3: the types of alcohol Bob has treated me to in my stay here... beer, whiskey, wine. God its good !
I plan to stay here for a few more days and then plan to head to Paynes Ford. There, overhung limestone routes await me outside an awesome hippy town. How long will i stay? Who knows! My flight home is July 19th... But i think I will switch it to August 3rd. Sooooo for now we'll see!
I hope my excitement to climb again, living out of my tent and eating camp food will mantain for a few more weeks of being a climber bum. I am living the dream.
i miss u all friends!
Monday, June 13, 2011
Wanaka and Beyond: a Climbing Extravaganza
The next leg of m journey involved more hitching; this time to the mountain town of Wanaka. Wanaka is home to epic sportclimbing, Mt. Aspiring National Park (for tramping-kiwi slang for hiking), and the snow resorts. I made it into town at 8 pm, after almost having to tent for the night only 53km away off the highway. A really nice Kiwi stopped for me though, feeling sorry for me seeing as it was getting dark and very cold.
My first night I spent in a hostel where I made an effort to find climbers...Success!! Who would have thought the Noah, a Kiwi with dreads, would climb ha! Anyway, the next day we hitched to Hospital Flats, a beautiful sport crag with numerous routes, mainly short and pumpy an with lots of crimps :D! That was my first day back climbing in about two months.... I was weak, but still had it. That day Noah introduced me to a group of climbers he had met earlier, an American girl, a German strong man, and a Swedish couple. Well, as it turns out, Alyson, the American, was the girlfriend of a New Zealander I gave a ride to Joshua Tree when he was in the states. Long story short, she offered me a place to stay, and in one days time I was sharing a room with David, the German. David became my closest friend in Wanaka, my climbing partner every day, and my climbing coach for that matter. He taught me how to bake my own bread (hell yes this will be going down in SLO), how to mentally approach climbs, and how to do work on a carton of ice cream. David and I shared a room for 2 1/2 weeks, climbing nearly every day.
On to the Swedish couple, A.K. and Johan (pronounced Yo-han for you non-Europeans). They were not strong climbers, but part of the every day climbing group. They were always smiling, and more than happy to take David and I to the crag in their beater Mazda righteously dubbed the Rusty Pearl. That's right, similar to the Black Pearl from Pirates of the Carribean. We climbed, we tramped, we made pizza and played cards. These three are people I will never forget; the good times we shared were those of true friendship and good vibes. Moral of the story, I will travel to Europe to see them at some point, this I promise.
Activities. Weather was good, so I found myself in a never ending climbing oddysey. Perfection. Happiness. It was here I found my first true project, a 27 (NZ rating) called Attic. The climb followed a sloping crack up an overhanging face. Holds were allcrimps around the face working to a slopey jug finish when your forearms burned from the pump! This is the climb David taught me the mental approach: Haus-Bolden (work the moves) until they are ingrained in your very core, then send. It was a 2 week ordeal, with roughly 4 sessions on the problem... US grade: 5.12d. I am oficially back!
One weekend was marred with rain, so the four of us opted to do some tramping to the French ridge in Mount Aspiring area. The hike started ot great, a washed out bridge and a river fording experience within the first 100 meters. Yay wet boots!!! We trudged and slid our way 3 hours in the rain to the first hut, where we were told contiuing on would be both stupid and dangerous, even for me. So we opted to stay the night, a gloomy ending to a posibly spectacular day.
The next moring we woke to good weather and opted to push for the ridge. Soon, we were to the seemingly endless uphill scramble, a 3 hour endeavor of grabbing tree branches and scrambling up rocks, muddy hills, and eventually steep tussock switchbacks. Once to the top, we were greeted by curious Kea! These are silly mountain parrots known for their curiosity... and tearing rubber striping off of cars. The hut sat on a small flat area overlooking the whole valley, glaciers in nearly every direction and a toilet made for a king. After a quick lunch, I sprang further up the ridge to see if I could make the peak. Unfortunately, it became too sketchy without mountaineering gear due to snow and ice. Still, the views here at glacier level were nothig les than magical, spectacular. There I was, frolicking through patches of snow in shorts and long johns; pure bliss. Dinner was minimal, seeing as we only planned on staying one night. It was a evening of numerous card games and smiles. We were all just so happy to have made it to this little slice of heaven with the good company that was our small and mainly European contingency. Did we suffer? Not really... we were merely uncomfortabl getting there at times. The worst thing that happened really was a long hike back with nothing but porridge for the day. But, we survived, and I stillenjoy oatmeal. O and don't worry, photos will be added stateside.
Wanaka was a time of growth for me... both physicaly and emotionally. I mean, I came back to climbing shape. More importantly, I learned the true happiness climbing has for me. I don't need it in my life, but it sure as hell is nice to have. I mean, climbing is bliss. Climbing is the spark of happiness in life. I know I will be happy climbing, and always am. True I can get cold, can have a day with no sends... but it is all in the direction, or rather pursuit of happiness. Peace. Love. Rocks.
The time in Wanaka also allowed me to become settled and really experience an area. In this way I made true bonds of friendship. I did not party and rage like some people do abroad, but I lived comfortably and in good company. I learned aboutmyself. I leanred about meeting others and forming connections beyond the basic bullshitting that is hostel conversations. Thank you Wanaka. One day I hope to return, and next time for longer.
However, soon it was time to leave, and my 3 weeks of happiness and perfect living has ended. As of now, I write from an old vistorian home outside the town of Timaru. Here I am WWOOFING, or working for lodging and food. I have had the good fortune of being put up at a the Stables Cafe and Bar, owned and operated by Shirley and her master chef son (at the age of 30) Billy. I have been here only a day.
So far, I have just been leisurely gardening and mowing the lawn,simple yet spiritually cleansing tasks. I have to eat breakfast in the cafe before 9 (opening time) and otherwise am left to basic tasks. Lunch is of course off of the delicious cafe menu and dinner is cooked in the home next door. Life is simple. Food is f*cking fantastic! I am eating better here than I have in my whole time in New Zealand (sorry David, AK and Johan but it is even better than our pizzas! but no ice cream).
Working for these people, Shirleyand Billy, is nothing but relaxation. True, not all WOOFing is like this, but the system is ingenious. Farmers get labor, travelers get accomodation. One could tour New Zeland for next to nothing in this way, living frugally and gaining new and unusual life experiences along the way. I will not be doing this for long however.
Soon I am off to CASTLE HILL!!!!! Ok, so for those of you who don't know, Castle Hill is the premeir bouldering spot in New Zealand, known for its unique climbing relying soley on friction and smearing. What does that mean?? It means it has to be cold to be climbed.... SO i will be leaving the warmth and good food here at Stables Cafe for the cold mountains of Arthurs Pass, which is the peak of New Zealands Southern Alps. Where will I stay? Well I am glad you asked. For this "fun" experience I will be living out ofmy tent outside Castle Hill Vilage, a sorry excuse for a settlement which consists of one lodge. Grocery store? NO, that would be too easy. Instead I will have to pack in enough food for two weeks. WOOOO!!
The good news? There should be other climbers there this time of year, so I should have a way to and from the climbing area to the camping area, and back to civilization. Am i excited? HELL YA!
Let's see.... my flight home is scheduled or July 19th... but will I come home then? I don't know. I still can push the flight back. There is still so much to see: Paynes Ford ( the sportclimbing Mecca of NZ) and a couple other tramps I cannot pass up. I mean, when will I be in New Zealand again?! Only time will tell as far as my flight and my return. In the meantime, know I will be hitching to climing area and living the dream here in a country of kind souls. Not all are this way... but it seems like for Kiwi's, going out of their way to help you is the norm. And now do you see the justification for my love of this country? It is more than the epic landscapes, it is the culture and atitude as well.
Untilnext time!
Cheers!
My first night I spent in a hostel where I made an effort to find climbers...Success!! Who would have thought the Noah, a Kiwi with dreads, would climb ha! Anyway, the next day we hitched to Hospital Flats, a beautiful sport crag with numerous routes, mainly short and pumpy an with lots of crimps :D! That was my first day back climbing in about two months.... I was weak, but still had it. That day Noah introduced me to a group of climbers he had met earlier, an American girl, a German strong man, and a Swedish couple. Well, as it turns out, Alyson, the American, was the girlfriend of a New Zealander I gave a ride to Joshua Tree when he was in the states. Long story short, she offered me a place to stay, and in one days time I was sharing a room with David, the German. David became my closest friend in Wanaka, my climbing partner every day, and my climbing coach for that matter. He taught me how to bake my own bread (hell yes this will be going down in SLO), how to mentally approach climbs, and how to do work on a carton of ice cream. David and I shared a room for 2 1/2 weeks, climbing nearly every day.
On to the Swedish couple, A.K. and Johan (pronounced Yo-han for you non-Europeans). They were not strong climbers, but part of the every day climbing group. They were always smiling, and more than happy to take David and I to the crag in their beater Mazda righteously dubbed the Rusty Pearl. That's right, similar to the Black Pearl from Pirates of the Carribean. We climbed, we tramped, we made pizza and played cards. These three are people I will never forget; the good times we shared were those of true friendship and good vibes. Moral of the story, I will travel to Europe to see them at some point, this I promise.
Activities. Weather was good, so I found myself in a never ending climbing oddysey. Perfection. Happiness. It was here I found my first true project, a 27 (NZ rating) called Attic. The climb followed a sloping crack up an overhanging face. Holds were allcrimps around the face working to a slopey jug finish when your forearms burned from the pump! This is the climb David taught me the mental approach: Haus-Bolden (work the moves) until they are ingrained in your very core, then send. It was a 2 week ordeal, with roughly 4 sessions on the problem... US grade: 5.12d. I am oficially back!
One weekend was marred with rain, so the four of us opted to do some tramping to the French ridge in Mount Aspiring area. The hike started ot great, a washed out bridge and a river fording experience within the first 100 meters. Yay wet boots!!! We trudged and slid our way 3 hours in the rain to the first hut, where we were told contiuing on would be both stupid and dangerous, even for me. So we opted to stay the night, a gloomy ending to a posibly spectacular day.
The next moring we woke to good weather and opted to push for the ridge. Soon, we were to the seemingly endless uphill scramble, a 3 hour endeavor of grabbing tree branches and scrambling up rocks, muddy hills, and eventually steep tussock switchbacks. Once to the top, we were greeted by curious Kea! These are silly mountain parrots known for their curiosity... and tearing rubber striping off of cars. The hut sat on a small flat area overlooking the whole valley, glaciers in nearly every direction and a toilet made for a king. After a quick lunch, I sprang further up the ridge to see if I could make the peak. Unfortunately, it became too sketchy without mountaineering gear due to snow and ice. Still, the views here at glacier level were nothig les than magical, spectacular. There I was, frolicking through patches of snow in shorts and long johns; pure bliss. Dinner was minimal, seeing as we only planned on staying one night. It was a evening of numerous card games and smiles. We were all just so happy to have made it to this little slice of heaven with the good company that was our small and mainly European contingency. Did we suffer? Not really... we were merely uncomfortabl getting there at times. The worst thing that happened really was a long hike back with nothing but porridge for the day. But, we survived, and I stillenjoy oatmeal. O and don't worry, photos will be added stateside.
Wanaka was a time of growth for me... both physicaly and emotionally. I mean, I came back to climbing shape. More importantly, I learned the true happiness climbing has for me. I don't need it in my life, but it sure as hell is nice to have. I mean, climbing is bliss. Climbing is the spark of happiness in life. I know I will be happy climbing, and always am. True I can get cold, can have a day with no sends... but it is all in the direction, or rather pursuit of happiness. Peace. Love. Rocks.
The time in Wanaka also allowed me to become settled and really experience an area. In this way I made true bonds of friendship. I did not party and rage like some people do abroad, but I lived comfortably and in good company. I learned aboutmyself. I leanred about meeting others and forming connections beyond the basic bullshitting that is hostel conversations. Thank you Wanaka. One day I hope to return, and next time for longer.
However, soon it was time to leave, and my 3 weeks of happiness and perfect living has ended. As of now, I write from an old vistorian home outside the town of Timaru. Here I am WWOOFING, or working for lodging and food. I have had the good fortune of being put up at a the Stables Cafe and Bar, owned and operated by Shirley and her master chef son (at the age of 30) Billy. I have been here only a day.
So far, I have just been leisurely gardening and mowing the lawn,simple yet spiritually cleansing tasks. I have to eat breakfast in the cafe before 9 (opening time) and otherwise am left to basic tasks. Lunch is of course off of the delicious cafe menu and dinner is cooked in the home next door. Life is simple. Food is f*cking fantastic! I am eating better here than I have in my whole time in New Zealand (sorry David, AK and Johan but it is even better than our pizzas! but no ice cream).
Working for these people, Shirleyand Billy, is nothing but relaxation. True, not all WOOFing is like this, but the system is ingenious. Farmers get labor, travelers get accomodation. One could tour New Zeland for next to nothing in this way, living frugally and gaining new and unusual life experiences along the way. I will not be doing this for long however.
Soon I am off to CASTLE HILL!!!!! Ok, so for those of you who don't know, Castle Hill is the premeir bouldering spot in New Zealand, known for its unique climbing relying soley on friction and smearing. What does that mean?? It means it has to be cold to be climbed.... SO i will be leaving the warmth and good food here at Stables Cafe for the cold mountains of Arthurs Pass, which is the peak of New Zealands Southern Alps. Where will I stay? Well I am glad you asked. For this "fun" experience I will be living out ofmy tent outside Castle Hill Vilage, a sorry excuse for a settlement which consists of one lodge. Grocery store? NO, that would be too easy. Instead I will have to pack in enough food for two weeks. WOOOO!!
The good news? There should be other climbers there this time of year, so I should have a way to and from the climbing area to the camping area, and back to civilization. Am i excited? HELL YA!
Let's see.... my flight home is scheduled or July 19th... but will I come home then? I don't know. I still can push the flight back. There is still so much to see: Paynes Ford ( the sportclimbing Mecca of NZ) and a couple other tramps I cannot pass up. I mean, when will I be in New Zealand again?! Only time will tell as far as my flight and my return. In the meantime, know I will be hitching to climing area and living the dream here in a country of kind souls. Not all are this way... but it seems like for Kiwi's, going out of their way to help you is the norm. And now do you see the justification for my love of this country? It is more than the epic landscapes, it is the culture and atitude as well.
Untilnext time!
Cheers!
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Dunedin
I arrived to an almost empty airport terminal at 8 p.m. The shuttles had all stopped by now... "great, I am stuck 20 km from town." One cabby took sympathy on me, and offered a $30 ride into town, discounted from 90. First, I told him, I had to get the phone number of the guy who's couch i was staying at, so i needed to get online. The driver, out of the kindness of his heart, took me to his own family home so I could use the internet there for free. After meeting his family and a cup of tea, he dropped me off at Teigue's flat. I walked in to an all too familiar scene. I was in Santa Barbara of New Zealand, complete with skater roommates, a constant mess, and always ready and willing to party.
It just kind of shocked me, how so far from home I could have a place so similar. The past few days have been great, just relaxing in a college town. Maybe that is why I am still here, the comfort of a typical Isla Vista weekend... in either case, my hosts are great, and told me to stay for however long I wanted. My birthday was also fun with them. The day started with a morning run leading to a stroll through town. I decided I owed myself a birthday present, so I bought woolen house socks and hobo gloves, hand knit of course, from a second hand store. Success! I will be warm from here on out.
My next step is to head to Wanaka. The area is high altitude and sees alot of frost, but had gorgeous granite sport climbing, worthy of any short term suffering. The plan is to camp out for a while... in the cold.... but with my new socks and mittens! To get there I hope to hitchhike again, which shouldn't be too hard. Hitchhiking is great. It is the best way to get to know someone with no obligations, just pure interest. The only reason you get a ride is for the company, so really your just a vehicle of entertainment. Its a fair traid in my book.
As far as other thoughts.... Well I think I am going to buy a camper van. They are cheap out here, and would save me the $25 hostel fee a night. Ok.... it really would just mean I dont have to live in a tent, but a van! So when it rains/snows, I will only be a little miserable ha! So for now I am on the hunt! game plan is simple, hitchhike o wanaka or (preferably) buy a sweet camper van to go to wanaka and beyond. wish me luck!
It just kind of shocked me, how so far from home I could have a place so similar. The past few days have been great, just relaxing in a college town. Maybe that is why I am still here, the comfort of a typical Isla Vista weekend... in either case, my hosts are great, and told me to stay for however long I wanted. My birthday was also fun with them. The day started with a morning run leading to a stroll through town. I decided I owed myself a birthday present, so I bought woolen house socks and hobo gloves, hand knit of course, from a second hand store. Success! I will be warm from here on out.
My next step is to head to Wanaka. The area is high altitude and sees alot of frost, but had gorgeous granite sport climbing, worthy of any short term suffering. The plan is to camp out for a while... in the cold.... but with my new socks and mittens! To get there I hope to hitchhike again, which shouldn't be too hard. Hitchhiking is great. It is the best way to get to know someone with no obligations, just pure interest. The only reason you get a ride is for the company, so really your just a vehicle of entertainment. Its a fair traid in my book.
As far as other thoughts.... Well I think I am going to buy a camper van. They are cheap out here, and would save me the $25 hostel fee a night. Ok.... it really would just mean I dont have to live in a tent, but a van! So when it rains/snows, I will only be a little miserable ha! So for now I am on the hunt! game plan is simple, hitchhike o wanaka or (preferably) buy a sweet camper van to go to wanaka and beyond. wish me luck!
Saturday, May 14, 2011
School finished and on my own
It has been quite some time since my last post. Sadly, internet is not free, and the time I pay for is usually used to the fullest with other matters. Anyways, on to the details.
One of the last trips with the class was canoeing down the Whanganui river (pronounced fong-a-newy). The steep mud rock sides lead straight to the water's edge, with moss and ferns covering nearly every inch. Waterfalls were eerywhere, almost losing their majestic nature from abundance. The river was flowing fast, leaving almost no rapids and the occasional dead goat to float by, feet in the air and belly up.
Day 1 was a mixture of excitement and.... well pure misery. It rained all day, soaking through raincoats, pants, and my boots. By lunch I could not warm up.... My abs hurt from shivering, and my mood was less than enthusiastic. I was miserable to say the least. However, lunch allowed for more layers of clothing, and the day ended in a surprise hut accomodation, complete with a fire already roaring. Heaven. The girls in the program were on the verge of tears.
Day 2 was sunny! It was also a day of ridiculous head winds, making travel slower, and at times aggravating. After the day prior, I couldn't have asked for anything better. O ya, my canoeing partner Emily Cyr and I named the canoe the USS Leiderhozzen as well, and yes I would say this in a German accent. We stopped the day at a marae (ma-rye), or Maori meeting house. Here, we enjoyed bunks once more, and a warm kitchen to cook in. The next day we participaated in a traditional welcoming...kind of. Basically, the Maori (2 ladies, an old guy, and his 16 and 10 year old sons who don't actually live there) would speak, and sing a song. We then did the same. Of course the singing was left to me, and Ilead the class in a group rendition of "Build me Up Buttercup." I felt somewhat like an ass, but in reality the Maori loved it. It was not a serious matter; I mean the kids were screwing around during the whole ritual.
Earlier in the day, we aided in preparing for the evening feast. The women went in the kitchen to cut and package indiidual trays to be cooked in the earth oven. Us men dug the earth oven and made a bonfire to heat up the stones; this took like an hour and then we just watched the fire burn and relaxed. Gotta love traditional gender roles. We then placed the food in, covered it in burlap sacks, and filled in the hole to wait for hours. The meal ended up having to be put in the oven regardless, but I ate my fill of kumara (sweet potatoes), potatoes, stuffing, chicken, lamb, and pork. Mmmmmmm mmmmmm good.
The last day canoeing was even sunnier; hell I ate lunch shirtless and wore sandals in the canoe. Now that is what I am talking about. I also came to realize that day my true purpose in New Zealand. I mean, I was so focused on climbing, however, I really just wanted to travel, see a new country and nature. It was here I decided to focus on this after the program.
I kind of came to realize the purpose of the program as well. MOst study abroad programs focus on the cultural side of a foreign counrty, the people if you will. Ours did not, instead focusing on camping, birds and plants. However, this program made me comfortable in either case; it has prepared me for my own travels, my own oddysey for growth, travel, and overall self-betterment.
Auckland:
We had a night in Auckland prior to leaving for our only backpacking trip. First, let me say the town is dominated by an asian influence, with few restaurants able to hold english conversations or answer questions about the menues. It was a point to order system. Sure the food had MSG... but god damn was it the best sweet and sour pork of mylife.
So the backpacking was had on an island just off the coast. One island was formed only 600 years ago, making it a tangle of volcanic rock and lichen. The other, which was connected, was basically grazing land. Four hours of rainsoaked hiking led us toour destination, horseshoe bay camprground. Beatiful sand beach lined a grass field, with cows in the hills all around. Despite being soaked through, I was warm... and thus happy. It showed me that although the weather can suck, I can stay positive in the poor conditions with warmth and a steady stream of positiity. OK backpackers, so here is what you should not carry on a real backpack trip due to weight :2 avocados, 7 apples, 1 kilo of cheese, 2 cans of beans, a 22 oz 8.5% beer, and 3 bananas. Soooo worth it though.
After a few days on the island spent watching student presentations, and much running for me, we left. Getting back to Auckland was....good, but sad at the same time. It dawned on us that the trip was over... we were splitting up. That night A few of us went to get some pitchers and just hang out, reflect, and shoot the shit. It was the best night I had...
A couple of days late, Abe and I were off to go backpack the Northern and Southern Circuit of the Tongariro Crossing. BAsically, you hike a huge peak for a view of the Tongariro volcano, then traerse around the mound and around the next volcano, Nguroah (aka Mount Doom from Lord of the Rings). We hitchhiked out from a town to the trailhead and spent the night at a hut at the beginning of the circuit. There, we met a few Americans. One couple were awesome, Rob and Eliza. They gae me tips for further New Zealand traels, hikes, and even job references for forestry (GO Figure!). People in huts are great.
The first day we busted ass, and made it half way around basically. The hut we arrived at was a castle, able to slkeep around 20, with solar lights, hot water, and a liing room about the size of my house.
The next day we got stuck in a gale. For those of you who don't know what that is, it is crazy winds and sideways rain. Hell, it got so strong it almost was knoicking us over, and this was in the lower elevation section. As the psyche declined and we got chilled to the core, a sip of whiskey revived us and energized us. We made it to the next hut, with other hikers already having a fire and good attitudes. The afternooon was spent drinking hot tati's (whiskey, honey, and hot water) and talking to an interesting and outlandish Aussie named Ben. Good day. Throughout the nigtht, the winds picked up... we joked frequently about the windows being blown in or roof blown off. Come to think of it, I am not sure if it was a legitimate concern or not ha!
ANyway, the next day was clear as a bell, with Abe and I making another 8 hour day. It was long, and at times gruelling, but so enjoyable, and ending at a hut that was finally empty of others. Ah, peace and quiet.
The next day we hiked out to the road with questionable weather. From there we hitch hiked back into town for a warm shower and the greasiest, egg-bacon-cheese-mushroom burgers we could get our hands on. Thgis was much needed, as both of us had almost no food left ha! Even the peanut butter was gone by then. The next morning, we each headed out separate ways: Abe north, and I hitchhiked south to wellington.
Hitchhiking actually works in this country. It is safe, and with patience will get you anywehere. Peoiple are just happy to haew the company in the car, a good conversation and friendly face. I got two rides, one to the halfway point with an older gentleman who enlightenedme on all the latest conspiracies from the moon landing to 9/11. It was fun though. My next ride came from Max, a NZ native vintner. At 28, he was great to relate to; he was heading to wellington to see a concert. Best of all, when he dropped me in town he handed me a home-brewed stubby (32 oz) beer and said cheers. Great guy.
So here I am in Wellington, by myself, but enjoying every moment. Last night, some small talk lead to an invitation to drink and be merry with some of the local hostel residents. It seemed all were from either England, Scotland, or Ireland. Not a bad bunch though... they made me feel welcome and showed me a good time. The night ended meeting two German girls (blonde of course) who I hung out with till the wee hours of the morning. The people here are fantastic. Tomorrow I fly out to DUnedin, and offically start my work on organic farms porobably on my birthday (may 18th). Wish meluck, and Il keep you posted!
One of the last trips with the class was canoeing down the Whanganui river (pronounced fong-a-newy). The steep mud rock sides lead straight to the water's edge, with moss and ferns covering nearly every inch. Waterfalls were eerywhere, almost losing their majestic nature from abundance. The river was flowing fast, leaving almost no rapids and the occasional dead goat to float by, feet in the air and belly up.
Day 1 was a mixture of excitement and.... well pure misery. It rained all day, soaking through raincoats, pants, and my boots. By lunch I could not warm up.... My abs hurt from shivering, and my mood was less than enthusiastic. I was miserable to say the least. However, lunch allowed for more layers of clothing, and the day ended in a surprise hut accomodation, complete with a fire already roaring. Heaven. The girls in the program were on the verge of tears.
Day 2 was sunny! It was also a day of ridiculous head winds, making travel slower, and at times aggravating. After the day prior, I couldn't have asked for anything better. O ya, my canoeing partner Emily Cyr and I named the canoe the USS Leiderhozzen as well, and yes I would say this in a German accent. We stopped the day at a marae (ma-rye), or Maori meeting house. Here, we enjoyed bunks once more, and a warm kitchen to cook in. The next day we participaated in a traditional welcoming...kind of. Basically, the Maori (2 ladies, an old guy, and his 16 and 10 year old sons who don't actually live there) would speak, and sing a song. We then did the same. Of course the singing was left to me, and Ilead the class in a group rendition of "Build me Up Buttercup." I felt somewhat like an ass, but in reality the Maori loved it. It was not a serious matter; I mean the kids were screwing around during the whole ritual.
Earlier in the day, we aided in preparing for the evening feast. The women went in the kitchen to cut and package indiidual trays to be cooked in the earth oven. Us men dug the earth oven and made a bonfire to heat up the stones; this took like an hour and then we just watched the fire burn and relaxed. Gotta love traditional gender roles. We then placed the food in, covered it in burlap sacks, and filled in the hole to wait for hours. The meal ended up having to be put in the oven regardless, but I ate my fill of kumara (sweet potatoes), potatoes, stuffing, chicken, lamb, and pork. Mmmmmmm mmmmmm good.
The last day canoeing was even sunnier; hell I ate lunch shirtless and wore sandals in the canoe. Now that is what I am talking about. I also came to realize that day my true purpose in New Zealand. I mean, I was so focused on climbing, however, I really just wanted to travel, see a new country and nature. It was here I decided to focus on this after the program.
I kind of came to realize the purpose of the program as well. MOst study abroad programs focus on the cultural side of a foreign counrty, the people if you will. Ours did not, instead focusing on camping, birds and plants. However, this program made me comfortable in either case; it has prepared me for my own travels, my own oddysey for growth, travel, and overall self-betterment.
Auckland:
We had a night in Auckland prior to leaving for our only backpacking trip. First, let me say the town is dominated by an asian influence, with few restaurants able to hold english conversations or answer questions about the menues. It was a point to order system. Sure the food had MSG... but god damn was it the best sweet and sour pork of mylife.
So the backpacking was had on an island just off the coast. One island was formed only 600 years ago, making it a tangle of volcanic rock and lichen. The other, which was connected, was basically grazing land. Four hours of rainsoaked hiking led us toour destination, horseshoe bay camprground. Beatiful sand beach lined a grass field, with cows in the hills all around. Despite being soaked through, I was warm... and thus happy. It showed me that although the weather can suck, I can stay positive in the poor conditions with warmth and a steady stream of positiity. OK backpackers, so here is what you should not carry on a real backpack trip due to weight :2 avocados, 7 apples, 1 kilo of cheese, 2 cans of beans, a 22 oz 8.5% beer, and 3 bananas. Soooo worth it though.
After a few days on the island spent watching student presentations, and much running for me, we left. Getting back to Auckland was....good, but sad at the same time. It dawned on us that the trip was over... we were splitting up. That night A few of us went to get some pitchers and just hang out, reflect, and shoot the shit. It was the best night I had...
A couple of days late, Abe and I were off to go backpack the Northern and Southern Circuit of the Tongariro Crossing. BAsically, you hike a huge peak for a view of the Tongariro volcano, then traerse around the mound and around the next volcano, Nguroah (aka Mount Doom from Lord of the Rings). We hitchhiked out from a town to the trailhead and spent the night at a hut at the beginning of the circuit. There, we met a few Americans. One couple were awesome, Rob and Eliza. They gae me tips for further New Zealand traels, hikes, and even job references for forestry (GO Figure!). People in huts are great.
The first day we busted ass, and made it half way around basically. The hut we arrived at was a castle, able to slkeep around 20, with solar lights, hot water, and a liing room about the size of my house.
The next day we got stuck in a gale. For those of you who don't know what that is, it is crazy winds and sideways rain. Hell, it got so strong it almost was knoicking us over, and this was in the lower elevation section. As the psyche declined and we got chilled to the core, a sip of whiskey revived us and energized us. We made it to the next hut, with other hikers already having a fire and good attitudes. The afternooon was spent drinking hot tati's (whiskey, honey, and hot water) and talking to an interesting and outlandish Aussie named Ben. Good day. Throughout the nigtht, the winds picked up... we joked frequently about the windows being blown in or roof blown off. Come to think of it, I am not sure if it was a legitimate concern or not ha!
ANyway, the next day was clear as a bell, with Abe and I making another 8 hour day. It was long, and at times gruelling, but so enjoyable, and ending at a hut that was finally empty of others. Ah, peace and quiet.
The next day we hiked out to the road with questionable weather. From there we hitch hiked back into town for a warm shower and the greasiest, egg-bacon-cheese-mushroom burgers we could get our hands on. Thgis was much needed, as both of us had almost no food left ha! Even the peanut butter was gone by then. The next morning, we each headed out separate ways: Abe north, and I hitchhiked south to wellington.
Hitchhiking actually works in this country. It is safe, and with patience will get you anywehere. Peoiple are just happy to haew the company in the car, a good conversation and friendly face. I got two rides, one to the halfway point with an older gentleman who enlightenedme on all the latest conspiracies from the moon landing to 9/11. It was fun though. My next ride came from Max, a NZ native vintner. At 28, he was great to relate to; he was heading to wellington to see a concert. Best of all, when he dropped me in town he handed me a home-brewed stubby (32 oz) beer and said cheers. Great guy.
So here I am in Wellington, by myself, but enjoying every moment. Last night, some small talk lead to an invitation to drink and be merry with some of the local hostel residents. It seemed all were from either England, Scotland, or Ireland. Not a bad bunch though... they made me feel welcome and showed me a good time. The night ended meeting two German girls (blonde of course) who I hung out with till the wee hours of the morning. The people here are fantastic. Tomorrow I fly out to DUnedin, and offically start my work on organic farms porobably on my birthday (may 18th). Wish meluck, and Il keep you posted!
Thursday, April 14, 2011
NZ 2
So I think I am falling in love with this amazing country. The people here are amazing, all willing to chat and outdoorsy. I mean, not to say you need to be outdoorsy to be cool, but it helps.
There is this new style I have been digging called KIWI style, which is basically shorts over thermal pants. It sounds stupid, but is absolutely amazingly comfortable. I don't quite pull it off though because my shorts are too long; true kiwi style incorporates the short shorts.
On to updates. In Queenstown three other students and myself decided to bunjee jump. Did i mention it was the highest bunjee in the Southern Hemispher?!? 134m 8 seconds of free fall. Epic.
I also got to pick up a hedgehog! BAsically we saw it in the middle of the highway and Dan, one of our fearless instructors, turned ther van around to save it. He stopped in the middle of the road just long enough so i could jump out the back window of the van and snatch the little critter. Then to my surprise, he told me to bring it in the van! SO we relocated it down the highway by like 30 minute drive.
Otherwise, I have come to realize in these past few weeks the simple pleasure living in a tent can supply. Sure, there are few amenities, thin walls, and it can get cold, but life is easy and enjoyable. This is how life is meant to be led, with simple desires and activities filling the day; no regard to technologies that blind us from the pure things in life. Sure, facebook is great.... but swimming in a glacial stream as the sun peaks between whispy high elevation clouds is even better.
I am tired of paying for internet at this cafe... so til next time! Odds are I will still be hiking in amazing coiuntry. If your curious what it looks like, watch lord of the rings!
There is this new style I have been digging called KIWI style, which is basically shorts over thermal pants. It sounds stupid, but is absolutely amazingly comfortable. I don't quite pull it off though because my shorts are too long; true kiwi style incorporates the short shorts.
On to updates. In Queenstown three other students and myself decided to bunjee jump. Did i mention it was the highest bunjee in the Southern Hemispher?!? 134m 8 seconds of free fall. Epic.
I also got to pick up a hedgehog! BAsically we saw it in the middle of the highway and Dan, one of our fearless instructors, turned ther van around to save it. He stopped in the middle of the road just long enough so i could jump out the back window of the van and snatch the little critter. Then to my surprise, he told me to bring it in the van! SO we relocated it down the highway by like 30 minute drive.
Otherwise, I have come to realize in these past few weeks the simple pleasure living in a tent can supply. Sure, there are few amenities, thin walls, and it can get cold, but life is easy and enjoyable. This is how life is meant to be led, with simple desires and activities filling the day; no regard to technologies that blind us from the pure things in life. Sure, facebook is great.... but swimming in a glacial stream as the sun peaks between whispy high elevation clouds is even better.
I am tired of paying for internet at this cafe... so til next time! Odds are I will still be hiking in amazing coiuntry. If your curious what it looks like, watch lord of the rings!
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
NZ Part 1
So i have finally made it New Zealand and been here about ten days. SO far, I am absolutely in love with the country. The landscape is a mixture of rangeland (for sheep) and crazy snow capped mountains. One morning, when camping near the Fjordlands, I went for a run. WHile running, the clouds parted to display and epic view of snow capped mountains above a lake. Gorgeous, peaceful and amazing.
As far as the program goes, I am slightly dissapointed. Essentially we have been staying in hostels, or camping in their yards with little actual nature. We have done a few hikes, but nothing like I expected. Hell backpacking is a minimal part of the program apparently; we are traveling every day though. Currently I am in Queenstown, adventure capital of New Zealand. Instead of going to a library to do research, I went with a few fellow students to do the highest bungee jump in the southern hemisphere. It was absolutely thrlling to say the least. Upon jumping, I was silent for about two seconds, yellled "O FUUUUUUUCK" for another couple, and was thrilled the whole time. 8.5 seconds of free fall. Epic.
Beyond that, the few hikes we have gone on have been absolutely breathtaking. I have hiked through temperate rainforests, a.k.a. rainforests fromavatar with temperatures in the low sixties to mid fifties. Good thing I brought warm clothes. One day we assisted in invasive mammal trappping. This was actually hiking through the rainforest emptying rat traps, a surpirsingly fun, rewarding day.
At this point I am loving the program, though we have almost no free time. I find myself running in the morning just to get some time by myself to soothe the nerves. Not that anyone is annoying me, but I need the time to myself to free my mind of stressors and find a center. The other students are very down to earth; there are two other guys and 12 girls. I get long with them all.
The only downer is that tonight, at the bars I lost my passport. Ya... I am that fucking stupid drunk kid who F'ed up. Go me! I bet it was riding the mechanical bowl downtown....
I hope for the best in finding it... at least I have a copy. Well I am off to bed seeing as it is late. Internet is scarce out here, and expensive when available. Until next time.
Peace, love, and good vibes.
Trevor
As far as the program goes, I am slightly dissapointed. Essentially we have been staying in hostels, or camping in their yards with little actual nature. We have done a few hikes, but nothing like I expected. Hell backpacking is a minimal part of the program apparently; we are traveling every day though. Currently I am in Queenstown, adventure capital of New Zealand. Instead of going to a library to do research, I went with a few fellow students to do the highest bungee jump in the southern hemisphere. It was absolutely thrlling to say the least. Upon jumping, I was silent for about two seconds, yellled "O FUUUUUUUCK" for another couple, and was thrilled the whole time. 8.5 seconds of free fall. Epic.
Beyond that, the few hikes we have gone on have been absolutely breathtaking. I have hiked through temperate rainforests, a.k.a. rainforests fromavatar with temperatures in the low sixties to mid fifties. Good thing I brought warm clothes. One day we assisted in invasive mammal trappping. This was actually hiking through the rainforest emptying rat traps, a surpirsingly fun, rewarding day.
At this point I am loving the program, though we have almost no free time. I find myself running in the morning just to get some time by myself to soothe the nerves. Not that anyone is annoying me, but I need the time to myself to free my mind of stressors and find a center. The other students are very down to earth; there are two other guys and 12 girls. I get long with them all.
The only downer is that tonight, at the bars I lost my passport. Ya... I am that fucking stupid drunk kid who F'ed up. Go me! I bet it was riding the mechanical bowl downtown....
I hope for the best in finding it... at least I have a copy. Well I am off to bed seeing as it is late. Internet is scarce out here, and expensive when available. Until next time.
Peace, love, and good vibes.
Trevor
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Shipping Out
I thought I was ready, and not stressed... until I realized how much I had left to do. Buy this, pack that, mail this, etc. Everything, all the stress and emotion hit me at once, leaving me a nervos wreck for short periods. Now, the night before, everything is set and ready. My bags are packed and a rum in coke has found its way into my hand. Tonight? I plan to relax with some friends, share some drinks, stories, and some tasty barbecued food.
I just can't help but to ponder my position in life: current mental, spiritual, and emotional place. Every climbing trip leaves me yearning for yet another adventure, something different. I realize how much i truly enjoy new experiences and breaking the monotony of daily life.
6 Weeks. 6 weeks of touring a foreign country... controlled by an academic standard and program. Am I excited? Yes. However, not climbing or cycling for 6 weeks will be heartbreak, which I have experienced in the past. As of May 8th, I plan to become the climbing bum I have been envious of for years; crushing new crags and new stone. In the mean time, I did pack my running shoes (though room is tight!). Luckily I iwll be able to continue my double digit running regime, releasing anxiety, stress, and maintaining my physical shape. Hell, if I can find a marathon in New Zealand I am gonna do it.
So where does this leave me? Killing time.... a run in the morning, a long flight, and a new country.
Wish me luck
I just can't help but to ponder my position in life: current mental, spiritual, and emotional place. Every climbing trip leaves me yearning for yet another adventure, something different. I realize how much i truly enjoy new experiences and breaking the monotony of daily life.
6 Weeks. 6 weeks of touring a foreign country... controlled by an academic standard and program. Am I excited? Yes. However, not climbing or cycling for 6 weeks will be heartbreak, which I have experienced in the past. As of May 8th, I plan to become the climbing bum I have been envious of for years; crushing new crags and new stone. In the mean time, I did pack my running shoes (though room is tight!). Luckily I iwll be able to continue my double digit running regime, releasing anxiety, stress, and maintaining my physical shape. Hell, if I can find a marathon in New Zealand I am gonna do it.
So where does this leave me? Killing time.... a run in the morning, a long flight, and a new country.
Wish me luck
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