B-list bliss
Aside from gorgeous mountains and amazing lakes, New Zealand has a number of other interesting attractions, lesser sites, and tourist traps that don’t bring most people to the country, but are not to be missed, in my estimation.
Arrowtown, for example, is one of the historic gold towns of the South Island’s goldfields. Along with its cute, wooden, wild-west main street
the town has an area of preserved and reconstructed homes of Chinese workers.
The gold town history is still alive, so much so that you can buy or rent a pan from the Department of Conservation information center in town, and head to the river to try your luck. I grew up in Idaho, in an old gold town, so I was excited to crouch down and start swirling the muck around the bottom of my little, plastic pan. Until the sand flies found me.
Then we headed to the Cardrona Hotel, which we heard was a great place to grab a bite and enjoy the scene.
Sadly, it was closed when we got there, so we enjoyed the garden and made friends with some of the locals.
From there, it was back to Wanaka to reclaim our day of relaxation.
The first thing waiting for us in Wanaka, was pastry at the amazing Cheeky Monkey Café. And pies. New Zealand, being a former British colony, has adopted some of the great parts of British food culture (yes, there are some). We ate fantastic “chips,†drank wonderful tea in the afternoon, and had pies – savory-filled pastry. At least, Krista did. Even though veggie options were often available, the pastry portion was nearly always glutenous.
But not at the Cheeky Monkey.
I ended up with some kind of fabulous vegetable pie on my plate, and finished up the meal with a “slice.â€Â We ran into slices all over. Triangles of sweet yumminess.
Krista packed up some of her caramel version to take with her, but I threw back the whole lot of mine, chocolate and coconut and apricot and almond. It was pretty much heaven.
As we stood to leave, I remembered the fleece. Krista’s fleece sweatshirt. Packing for the Routeburn Track in Queenstown, she realized that she’d left her favorite fleece in Wanaka, likely at the Cheeky Monkey. I was quite sure it was still there.
Krista had asked at the hotel next door, where we’d used the internet, but had no luck. Now she turned to our server, a tone of resignation in her voice. “I’m sure it’s not back there, but would you look and see if anyone turned in a sweatshirt? I think I left one here. Thanks,†or something equally doleful.
“Oh, it’s grey, right?â€Â The waitress was walking into the back room.
We looked at each other and I started laughing. She emerged a moment later with the prodigal fleece.
Krista pressed it to her face like a child greeting a favorite blanket.
“Thanks!â€Â We were all smiling now and Krista was pulling the fleece over her head.
The fleece reclaimed, we were off to Puzzling World, some kind of puzzle Mecca that included an immense, outdoor maze.
Both a little reluctant to admit we were interested, we floated the idea back and forth.
“I’d be up for it if you’re interested.â€
“It looks kind of hokey, but I’m game.â€
“Do you want to go?â€
“Do you?â€
Finally we admitted our interest and headed up the street to the strange building that housed New Zealand’s puzzling center.
It certainly was unique. And fun. When we entered the huge maze, we were told the average time spent inside was 45 minutes. That’s a long time in a maze.
We raced around, taking time to survey the quadrants from the elevated bridges, and trying to make sense of blind corners and hidden turns.
We made it through in about 30 minutes, and felt like we’d conquered the final immunity challenge in SURVIVOR.
But the maze wasn’t the only thing Puzzling World had to offer. Inside were rooms and rooms of illusions.
We played around in each of them, stared at statues, moved our heads a certain way, and sat down to play with all of the puzzles you could purchase in the gift-shop. Puzzling World offered literally hours of entertainment. We were happy.
Our next off-the-tour stop was the ghost town of St. Bathans. We spent the night just outside of town, but before we settled in, we cruised up to the town itself, and the haunted Vulcan Hotel.
The hotel and the rest of the ghost town were interesting for sure. We visited each of the little buildings, all managed by the family that runs the hotel. Knickknacks and honesty jars lined the walls of some buildings. Old bottles and cobwebs lined the windows of others.
But all of this came at the end of our visit . When we pulled up into the little gravel lot across from the hotel, we were greeted by the town guide.
“Buddy,†as we called him, guided us into the lot from the street, and waited for us to get out of the van. He led us over to a little info display and then, hearing that we were interested in a short hike, took us out to the trailhead.
We chuckled hard as Buddy led us the entire way. He jogged ahead of us, running off the trail every so often to sniff a favorite rock or greet a bird.
The trail ran through the remains of a sluicing operation – a great lake made by the use of pressurized water to wash away gravel and mud, revealing gold. Supposedly, when the light hits the water, the lake turns an unearthly blue. It was an overcast day, so we didn’t see it, but the carved walls surrounding the lake, and the old pipes still sticking out of them were unearthly enough for us.
The next morning, we headed to our next destination, Dunedin, for a smattering of interesting activities. We photographed the second most photographed building in the Southern hemisphere: the Dunedin train station.
We filled our cistern with water from the local brewery.
And visited the world’s steepest street.
The mountains and waterfalls of New Zealand are remarkable, truly. But the unexpected, unplanned parts of any trip are usually my favorite, and New Zealand didn’t disappoint.
January 26, 2011 1 Comment
Change in plans
The first time we entered the uber-cute town of Wanaka, it was like we were a victory party, returning from the sand fly wars. Wanaka rests on the banks of one of New Zealand’s beautiful, slender lakes. It has lovely, gluten-free cafes, the ranger station for the Mt. Aspiring National Forest, and a strange attraction called Puzzling World.
Our first goal was breakfast. Preferring to minimize our welts, we eschewed the usual van-side breakfast to take our chances in Wanaka. Recently gluten-free, I was exuberant to find myself standing in the Cheeky Monkey café in front of a gluten-free pastry section.
We both ordered pancakes, mine of the non-gluten variety, and plopped ourselves down on a picnic table outside. The weather on the south island was unseasonably warm and lovely. We decided to change into shorts and spend the day near the lake, soaking up the clear skies and recovering from the past whirlwind days of driving.
We had nothing scheduled for the next couple of days, until we needed to be in Queenstown to catch a shuttle to the trailhead for our three-day trek. Wanaka was cute, delicious and mercifully fly-free.
With our pancakes comfortably in our stomachs, and sun on our cheeks, we decided to swing by the ranger station. New Zealand weather is less predictable than a mid-term election, and we needed suggestions for bike riding and lake swimming.
The station was great. We took a moment to check out the stuffed birds, and I covertly plugged in all of my electronics for charging (the van didn’t have its own power source). Krista, who has a small obsession with weather, went to check the board and chat with the rangers. Sometimes obsessions come in handy.
The warm spell was hanging on, but estimated to disappear in a couple of days – right about the time we’d be hitting the trail. That meant wet, muddy hiking. It also meant sand flies. It didn’t take us much time to make the decision. With the help of our new ranger friends, we had rearranged the reservations for our overnight stays in the Routeburn huts, and even booked a boat trip on the Milford Sound, with bus transportation both ways, and a picnic lunch to boot! The rangers were a little jealous – at least that’s what they told us.
Our new confirmation numbers in hand, we took a couple of deep breaths, agreed to return to Wanaka for some R & R after the trek, and walked back to the car. Our driving wasn’t over. In order to hit the trail the next day, we’d have to check in at the Queenstown tour office tonight, go shopping, pack, and find a place to sleep.
Fortunately, the drive to Queenstown was a scenic one, past more of the strange glacial water,
rolling vineyards,
and into the lakeside town itself.
Queenstown is a tourist town. It’s clean, and well appointed, and expensive. After checking in at the tour office and the ranger station, we took some time strolling through the high-end outfitters. Everywhere we looked there was Icebreaker wool. I smirked, knowing I’d be at the US sample sale in a week.
Then we headed to the grocery store to stock up on the food we’d be packing in with us. The Routeburn is a backpacking trail. We would be packing in food, pots, clothing, and sleeping bags. Our hut reservations granted us a place to sleep and stoves to use. The rest we had to bring.
When I head to a new country, I wonder a bit about the food. I like food. A lot. But I seem to keep eliminating things from my diet. I don’t drink. I don’t eat meat. I try not to eat much sugar, and now I wasn’t eating gluten. I really wondered what a country like New Zealand, known for its meat, would have to offer me.
It turns out, quite a lot.
The Queenstown grocery had an enormous gluten-free section. Along with the usual pasta and rice options, there were tons of pastries, bars, and other delicious snacks. I filled my basket, and a cheerful employee pointed out the more exciting things they had. We left with great meals for each night, fixin’s for sandwiches, and snacks for along the trail. Along with a couple of huge Cadbury chocolate bars. (There’s no gluten in most Cadbury bars, it turns out. Though there is rather a lot of sugar. Sacrifices were made.)
Our food in tow, it was finally time to head to our campsite. The only Conservation site was about 20 minutes away, on a lake, at the end of a farm road, through flocks of roaming sheep.
When we reached the end, we were surprised to find a number of vans and groups of tents. This was clearly a popular site. It was easy to see why. It was beautiful and peaceful (except for the midnight fireworks), a lovely place to prepare for our next three days on the trail.
January 9, 2011 Comments Off on Change in plans