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

 

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Work then Play


I really like blogging as it helps me recall my experiences and remind me that I’ve done stuff and that it’s only been 4 days! It feels like so much longer, but if that would be true, I’d feel like I haven’t done enough.  Nevertheless, here’s an update.

The view from the end of the camp driveway
Yesterday was fairly status quo (whatever that is here), I didn’t go for a run this morning, but went for some mini runs later on in the day.  I destroyed a bunch of stuff (finished a boiler room and almost finished a bathroom), had breakfast for supper and then had a wonderful skype conversation.  Before I knew it, it was dark outside and time for sleep!   I’d been meaning to do it the night before already, but I finally slept outside under the amazing amazing stars in front of my cabin!  It’s really crazy how many stars there are out here!   I wish I could properly show/explain it to you, but let it suffice to say, it’s incredible!

NZ fact of the day: Due to the lack of…bad things(?), there are no screens on the windows and closing doors is completely optional.

The lake we went to today, it was super beautiful!
Today was another fantastic day, I woke up to the sun feeling only slightly wet from the dew and went for a glorious run.  I did about 6 km in 37 minutes, but it’s very hilly, so it affects the time.  Then I finished destroying the bathroom for and hour with Martin and his girlfriend Mel, and then it was party time!  As part of the canceled family camp, the camp hosted a “Lake Day” and it was awesome. A time of  tubing, skiing, wakeboarding, and just playing in the water as I got to know the Tui Ridge staff and their families a little bit better.  A definite highlight was near the end of the day when two locals (Sesh and Jaden) took me to a near by rock which we jump off of into the lake!  It was a great time with amazing scenery along the way!  They swam and I  took a (terrible) kayak (the kind with your legs inside) and flipped twice, both times needing to thrash around until I could slip out.  (it didn’t have the cover it needed, so doing a full rotation out of the water was out of the picture).  It was fun talking with them and learning about the NZ life, and they also assured me that my accent is very strong.  I like this, because I feel like if I’m asking silly questions or doing foolish things, those around me will be more understanding. J
  
New things: Hokey Pokey cookie, and Ginger Beer, both quite delicious
NZ fact of the day: The weather is deceiving here.  In the sun, it’s very very hot (as previously stated) but in the shade, it can still be quite cool.  And the evenings cool right down.  I have started to always take a sweater along as any shade is chilly, regardless of the sun. 

NZ FUN fact of the day: Scooters are the big thing here, not skateboards or BMX bikes, and the (skate)parks are full of scooter kids.
  
At the end of the day, I’m not sure if I’m really cut out to be a travler,  I love the new things and the fun and adventure, but I still miss the comforts that family and friends provide back home.  Perhaps travelling is just a way to remember that matters most and to stay grateful for those things.

Monday, January 7, 2013

Office-boy meets real work


This is a lovely country, and a sweet camp.  My day started with a 10-minute jog and I discovered some sweet trails which I hope to explor more yet.  Then was a 8:30 and I met all the staff officially, and suffered through exorbitant amounts of ridicule. Today’s nick name was “Postie”.  Great. 
The 4 poles I drove over and then pulled out today.
My first task of the day was to fix my broken poles, and it took me half the day.  Turns out they were concreted in and I needed to break through all that. 









Then I went on to join Martin (another volunteer) in destroying an old boiler room in a dorm that is being renovated.  It  was a slow going and messy job, but we finished the room by 5, so that felt good!  I also got to know Martin, a Czech who is a trained chef, snowboard instructor, and is currently traveling for a year! Perhaps an inspiration to me!
The room before.
After a hard days work, half of it in the sun, I was tired.  I’m hoping that I’ll condition quickly because right now a feel like a prissy office-boy, and I don’t like it. I also hope my blisters from the day will heal quickly, for the same reasons.


Tomorrow: Beach day?  And who knows what else!  See ya!


The room after.






New Fact of the day:
Bluegrass is a popular Czech style of music. 

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Friday, Jan 4 - The Departure...and Arrival

I have found it difficult to comprehend the reality of what I am about to embark on.  1 month in NZ!  It can’t be.  But, there I found myself  in the Winnipeg airport about to start my journey.  My flights from Winnipeg to Calgary, and then to Vancouver all went well and the following are just a few thoughts from that time.
Rocky Mountains

 - I was inspired/pleased with the consistent joy/pleasantness of the airline workers, even when they had to repeat themselves (“Hi, welcome aboard” or “Pretzels?”)  dozens of times.
- I couldn’t help but feel like we are all in kindergarten when it was "snack time" on the plane and we all got to choose our juice to go with our snack of the day.
- I really like the international terminal in Vancouver, but boy is it large.
- I have seen the 2 extreme sides of humans in the airport. 
   On the one side there was the lady who saved an elderly woman her seat.  When the senior asked if she could leave her bag on her seat as she went to the washroom, the wonderful lady replied “If anyone takes it they’ll have to face me”.  I just thought it was cool to see the lady caring about a stranger like that.
  I also witnessed a group of girls aged 20ish be incredibly rude and self centered as they requested someone move over so they could sit together, but not before giving the individual a nasty look.  (seemed so childish)

Then began the international leg of the day.  I boarded the Air New Zealand flight, and continued my streak of getting window seats.  Nothing much to say about the flight, it was pretty good. The chicken curry for supper was delightful, and I watched a movie and then slept for most of the 12 hour flight.  I made it through the various customs stops and had officially arrived in NZ!

I'm unsure of what the salad contained, but ate it.
I arrived in NZ at 6:00AM, on Sunday, Jan 6.  Due to the international date line, I completely missed out on Jan 5.  But, I’m guessing it wouldn’t have been that great anyways.  It’s been a bit of whirlwind of activity and it feels like I’ve been here much more than a day.  We (We being me and Chuck, his wife JL, and 5 year-old daughter Gibson) had a 2.5 hour drive from the airport to the camp, Tui (pronounced Tewy) Ridge .  Along the way we stopped at McDonalds and I had my first meal in NZ there! (just a regular bacon and egg mc muffin) I also stopped at the starting sight of the Hobbiton Tour.  Its rather expensive, so I don’t know if I’ll end up going, but I took a photo that makes it look like I may have. We then proceeded to drive to the camp (I can’t get used to the way they drive on the opposite side of the road, but more on that later).  I then settled into my cabin (it’s wonderful), ran/explored around the camp (I’m looking forward to getting in shape), visited a beach (careful, the sun is hotter here due to a hole in the ozone layer because of the US nuclear tests), went shopping (nothing to add), and went back to camp for a  birthday party bbq for one of the camp staff.  At the BBQ I met most of the other staff who I’ll be working with for the next 2 weeks, and they are wonderful.  I love all the accents that are present (Kiwi, Aussie, Czech). 
 
Really the only downer of the trip so far happened this evening as I was driving (there’s your first tip that it’s gonna be bad) at the camp.  I was doing great, getting used to being on the left side of the road, when another car came from the other direction, so in efforts to make sure I wasn’t in their lane, I drove off the edge of the road and took out a couple of 2 foot high marker poles and smashed the car up slightly.  It’s hard to know which was hurt more, my pride or the car, but needless today, my first job tomorrow is fixing those poles.  Oh, and did I mention it happened in front of 3 carful’s of the camp staff…yeah, wonderful way to introduce myself.  It earned me the nickname “poles" or something like that.  Again, great.  Just great. 

Things I’ve learned in NZ so far:
Huge waves at the beach
Casual Greeting – How you guys going?
Proper pronunciation of the town “Te Puke” is “Teh Pucket”

Well, that’s it for now, stay tuned for more of the daily happenings of a Canadian prairie boy living with Kiwi’s!

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