Sunday, January 13, 2013

What a weekend!

Well hello faithful readers!  I guess I say that a little toung-in-cheek as I don’t know who, if anyone really reads this blog.  (Yes mom, I know you do. Thanks).  But either way, I’ve got a lot to report on, but I’ll try to keep it organized, concise, succinct, precise and -ok, you get the point.

Before

Thursday, January 10, 2013
“The Secret Spot”
 It was a regular workday and we finished ripping out another bathroom and started on the final boiler room.  We (Martin and I) are glad to be almost done that part of the project as it’s gotten a bit repetitive, but on the upside we’ve gotten fairly efficient.

One thing that made today special was that it was Gibson’s 6th birthday and so that entailed cake in the afternoon, rice and chili for supper (her choice), and a wonderful evening at the not so secret “secret spot”.  If you didn’t know, there is a lot of thermal activity in NZ, specifically in the area of Rotorua, so that means there are lots of hot,  warm, and cool springs coming up from the earth, as well as ponds of stinky boiling mud.  
After

Boiling Mud pits
The “secret spot” is a place under a bridge where a hot stream connects with a cold stream making it the perfect place to swim because everyone can have whatever temperature of water they desire by moving closer to the corresponding stream.  I love being with the locals and saving mass amounts of money by knowing the spots to go to see things for free, rather than paying $30+ to see them as most tourists would have to do!  Other notes of the day are that I drove quad bike (as they say) for the first time here, and did laundry.

One more thing; I had an interesting conversation with someone about “religion” and how he had no need for it.  Basically he was saying if others want to believe in something, that’s all good, but it’s not for him.  When he looks down at his plate of food, he doesn’t need to thank anyone but himself.  He worked for it, bought it, prepared it, caught it, and cooked it, and so the only person he has to thank is himself.

Fact of the day: 77% of Kiwi’s dry their clothes on a clothesline. The local weather agency (like environment Canada) is actually making a “Laundry Scale” to let everyone know how good of a day it is to put out your laundry.




Friday, January 11, 2013
Huka Falls, near Taupo
“The Weekend Away”

Today was the start of my weekend hiking adventure, and an adventure it was!  First off, an explanation of how it came up.  Tui ridge was (kinda) running a family camp this past week, and I talked with some of the families who were attending, and naturally we talked about what I was doing in NZ and my plans and such.  After one such discussion, one lady, Louise, told me about a hike she was planning to do with some others on the weekend and she invited me to come alone.  I of course was up for anything, so before you know it, I was on my way to an unfamiliar destination in a van with 2 people I didn’t know to meet 6 more new people with whom I was to spend the weekend!  Needless to say, I liked the adventure (and randomness) of it all.

So I packed up in the morning, we left at 11, shopped, and then drove out to Lake Taupo for a picnic lunch.  Taupo is the largest lake in NZ, and said to be as large as Singapore (False by 100 square km’s), and while it looks big, in Canada we have a lake like Lake Manitoba which is 4100 square km larger than Taupo, so I guess it’s all relative. 

Fact #1: NZ would fit inside Manitoba 2.4 times. 

As we continue our drive I realized something huge (for me anyways) and I put a smile on my face.  I was doing what I’d wanted to do, what I’d talked about, and what I hope for! I was meeting people and getting to know their stories, doing random and adventurous things, and living life to the fullest.  This hiking trip and even the previous week’s events all dawned on me as we drove and it was exciting and reassuring.  It’s not wasted time, it’s all teaching me something! Everyone I run into becomes part of my story and I become part of theirs! I’ll share some of those stories with you as we go.

1 of 4 kitchen set ups in the amenities building at the Holiday Park
Anyways, we stayed at a holiday park, which are apparently all over the country.  Its like a campground that also has 6 person cabins, a lodge which is like a dorm, and then a community building with showers/toilets and a bunch of kitchen units.  It’s sweet because you can use the appliances and eat great food all while meeting new people from around the world.  The kitchen becomes a delicious conglomeration of smells around meal times, each scent hinting at the variety of cultures represented by New Zealand’s tourists.

STORY: ROBYN, 60+ (pictured below)
She was in our group (Louise’s mother) and walked to the Red Crater with another friend hers.  She regularly participates in other outdoorsy activities, has a passion for Jesus and the power of the Holy Spirit in our daily lives, is not afraid of trying new things and has such a wonderfully pleasant disposition.

STORY: TOM (pictured below)
The kind of guy who switched a hen’s eggs with a different variety of chicks in the middle of the night with his wife so that the hen would adopt the better type of chicks.


Special Note: Now that I’m always in a new place with new people, I'd say finding the right balance is the hardest thing.  On the one side is being so removed you seem uninterested, uncaring, unwilling to help, and unfriendly. The other side is being clingy, copycat, annoyingly close, and just too much. The balance is important, but especially difficult when everything is new and I'm not sure what the expeditions or even the plans are.

Fact #2: Pac’nsave is a local grocery store, (kinda a cross between costco and superstore) in which they have made the entrance a maze.  Literally, to enter the store you have to weave (back and forth) through the entire produce section, bulk isle, and meat section before you can branch off.  Bizarre concept to me. 

Fact #3: I saw a Wreck-it Ralf poster at a bus stop and was instantly super pumped for March 5!




Saturday, January 12, 2013
“The Hike”

Mysterious landscape along the road
Today was the day!  We boarded the shuttle bus at 7:00AM that took us to the base of the mountain for the climb.  The day was perfectly clear and sunny, and there were throngs of trampers (hikers) taking advantage of the great weather.  The hike provided an array of ever-changing views and everywhere I found myself feeling like a hobbit.  We went out to



 



View from the red crater, Blue Lake and Emerald Lakes.

Mt. Ngauruhoe (Mt. Doom!)
The Red Crater
At the edge of the volcano rim!

the red crater (1886m), and then up Mt. Ngauruhoe (2287m) which was a crazy steep climb that just kept going and going until you were suddenly on the edge of a volcano.  The descent was great though, as we could surf down in all the soft loose rocks.  Pretty much 2 hours up, and 30 minutes down!  It was a pretty hard climb and so I’m glad I did a bit of running the first few days I was in NZ, but it was definitely worth it for the sense of accomplishment and the view from on top.  I must say I don’t love hiking, but I also don’t regret doing it at all.  I just wouldn’t want to go out every weekend.  As I think about it, I’m not sure I love any one thing enough to become an expert, or even just great at it.

The day was fairly uneventful until we looked at the time and saw that for us to make it back to the pick up point for the final bus we’d have to book it!  We end up having 4.4km to do in 35 minutes.  That required running part of it, with our packs on the often uneven or steep trail.  I suppose it was all part of the adventure and we made it, barely, but we made it!

As I’m involved in all this physically active stuff, I definitely feel the desire to become more fit when I’m back home. But it’s so easy to say and very hard to follow through on. But with a little consistent exercise and decent eating habits I'll 
live to be 100!

NZ Fact of the day: Mt. Ngauruhoe was the inspiration for Mt. Doom from LOTR.


STORY: TIM from Australia
Part of the Hiking Team
Back - Louise, Samson, Tom
Front- Robyn, Tim
He was my hiking partner; old enough to be my father, has lived in England for 7 years, and is on a work assignment for 4 months in NZ.  His wife works for a children’s relief organization in Cambodia and he’s hiked and biked everywhere it seems!  So many awesome stories, and also a devout Christian who has the desire to see his church denomination embrace the living and active power of the Holy Spirit in day-to-day living!

STORY: LOUISE
The wonderful type of lady who would invite a random Canadian to join her family in their hiking adventure, wrote a book about having an autistic child, seriously loves to hike and plan trips, and teaches flute lessons. 

STORY: LIL BUDDY
My German Buddy
At the holiday park, I was sitting at a picnic table with a book and little blond boy came and sat at my table with a coloring book.  "Doing some coloring?” I asked.  He replied with "I speak German," and that was that. I continued to read and he color and hummed to himself. I love the things that happen in life.


Sunday, January 13, 2013

So much stuff!
Breakfast was again full of stories of house swaps, finding long lost relatives in London, and the history layers of the European villages.  It seems that some people are never boring to be around.  I am feeling the aftereffects of the hike as my neck and the tops of my hands a rather wind/sun burned.  I’ve never had it on my hands like that before. 

On our way back we stopped in at Rotorua and I got to check out the Sunday market with Gypsy’s, artisans, and even one old guy literally trying to sell a boxful of miscellaneous screwdrivers.  So much stuff, but I really like looking at it all. 

Travelers Tip of the day: As much as I think it’s great hanging with locals, I find I need to keep an open mind to things they disregard just because they’ve seen them before.  Everyone is cynical towards different things, and if as a traveler you fall into that attitude, you’ll miss out on some great things of the country and culture.  But I suppose that’s really true everywhere you go, even your own neighborhood.

I feel like the Kiwi’s/Aussies have a more colorful vocabulary, and it has a bit of “British” feel to it.  I’d almost be willing to say a more intelligent vocabulary even. Here are some new words I’ve picked up on.

VOCABULARY
Tramp – hike
Cue – line up
Tomato (toe-muh-toe) sauce – ketchup
Beanie – Toque
Jandals - Flip-flops
Sweet As – Use it wherever you want, it’s just like “cool” or “awesome”
Salubrious – excessive or overdone
Keen – in to, talented in, to have a strong desire to do something
Rubbish bin – garbage can
Carpark – parking lot