I hate making decisions.
I like doing things though.
And it really does seem that for a person to do things, they first have to make a decision. So I am trying to make one. Well, actually two. But one is really important and affects my life significantly. Right now, I'll tell you about the other.
So, I am trying to make some new friends. Not becuase I don't like the friends I currently have, but because my closest friends have all recently moved away (or already lived far away) and I find I'm left with a vacancy in my social calendar that re-runs of Three's Company, John and Kate Plus 8, and Star Trek Voyager just aren't filling. So as I said, I want to make some new ones with outdoors-y interests and active lifestyles. And I heard about this really cool adventure race in southern Saskatchewan where teams have to run, bike, swim, canoe, climb, etc. I'm not quite experienced enough to run such a thing but I figured it would be perfect to volunteer at it. I'd meet some new active people and get out of town for a weekend. But of course now that it's approaching I'm terrified that I am going somewhere knowing absolutely NO ONE else. It will either be awesome, or very lonely. Which is why I really want to go to the planning meeting tonight. The meeting could be super cool and I could sit around after and get to know all the people and find someone to car pool with and have a group of almost-friends before I even start! But I also have to be in Calgary tomorrow by 11:00 am. And it's a 6 hour drive to the city limits.
So. Do I skip the meeting and go to this adventure race next week not having met anyone but get to Calgary tonight at a reasonable hour?
Or do I get up early tomorrow (and by early I mean 4:00 am) so I can do both?
Or, do I got part way tonight (to my parents' house) and then still get up early (although only 5:30 instead of 4:00) and finish the drive?
I already decided I can't cancel Calgary so I'd previously narrowed the options down by one. And by simple procrastination I can not do any packing all day so that at 7:00 pm it only makes sense to go to the meeting since I am still in the city. Therefore, I think that I'm going to go with one of the final two options! And I would like to see my parents and borrow their cell phone for the weekend, so I think I will go part way tonight. Wow, I didn't actually expect to make my decision while typing. This has been very productive.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Saturday, June 07, 2008
A new path
I have quit my job.
No, I don't have anything lined up for afterward yet.
I know. It is so unlike me. But I feel good about the decision. And now the entire world is open to me. I've often felt my biggest problem is narrowing down choices. Now I have a deadline (Septemberish - when my savings start to run out) which I am hoping will motivate me. Back to school, humanitarian work, traveling, starting a business, getting another "regular" job - so many choices. All I know is that I want to be open to all possibilities and explore every option. And I want to take the summer to relax and work on my yard and house and find a bit of the old Shannon that's been lost in the past five years.
I have about a month left at my job to tie up loose ends, get everything in order and say goodbye. Yesterday everyone in the office went on a big golf tournament as a wellness event of sorts. It was a fantastic day and lots of fun. I can't say my golfing was all that fantastic though - let's just say my mental game was much better than my physical game. Anyway, afterward a few of us went to sing kareoke with some of the people we'd met that day. I said from the start that I would not sing, that I was more of a supporter of kareoke than a participator. But as the evening wore on and I looked through the lists of possible songs I found one that I thought I could manage. But I was way too scared. I hate singing popular songs in front of people. The key is usually all wrong and I don't know the tunes of the verses for most songs. But one of my friends said, "Shannon, you should sing it. You should. You want to make these changes in your life and you said you'd be open to new possibilities. I really think you should sing this song. It doesn't matter how well you do - you will not see most of these people ever again, and the ones that you do will only remember that you were fun." She was so right. I kept thinking that if I was not brave enough to get up and sing a silly song than how could I think I was brave enough to completely change my career.
So I did it. It wasn't that good, but it doesn't matter. It was fun and I felt really good afterward.
And now it's time to do some hard work and knock on some doors to see which ones will open.
No, I don't have anything lined up for afterward yet.
I know. It is so unlike me. But I feel good about the decision. And now the entire world is open to me. I've often felt my biggest problem is narrowing down choices. Now I have a deadline (Septemberish - when my savings start to run out) which I am hoping will motivate me. Back to school, humanitarian work, traveling, starting a business, getting another "regular" job - so many choices. All I know is that I want to be open to all possibilities and explore every option. And I want to take the summer to relax and work on my yard and house and find a bit of the old Shannon that's been lost in the past five years.
I have about a month left at my job to tie up loose ends, get everything in order and say goodbye. Yesterday everyone in the office went on a big golf tournament as a wellness event of sorts. It was a fantastic day and lots of fun. I can't say my golfing was all that fantastic though - let's just say my mental game was much better than my physical game. Anyway, afterward a few of us went to sing kareoke with some of the people we'd met that day. I said from the start that I would not sing, that I was more of a supporter of kareoke than a participator. But as the evening wore on and I looked through the lists of possible songs I found one that I thought I could manage. But I was way too scared. I hate singing popular songs in front of people. The key is usually all wrong and I don't know the tunes of the verses for most songs. But one of my friends said, "Shannon, you should sing it. You should. You want to make these changes in your life and you said you'd be open to new possibilities. I really think you should sing this song. It doesn't matter how well you do - you will not see most of these people ever again, and the ones that you do will only remember that you were fun." She was so right. I kept thinking that if I was not brave enough to get up and sing a silly song than how could I think I was brave enough to completely change my career.
So I did it. It wasn't that good, but it doesn't matter. It was fun and I felt really good afterward.
And now it's time to do some hard work and knock on some doors to see which ones will open.
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
The final day
I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm such a procrastinator.
So the last full day in New Zealand we were at the YHA hostel in Opoutere. It is a town in the Coromandel Peninsula. We woke up ridiculous early to drive to Hot Water Beach.
It is a beach with magma warmed rocks under the surface that heats the sand up. You dig a hole at low tide, let it fill with water and viola! Hot tub on the beach. And I mean hot. The sand burns the bum that's for sure. You have to go within an hour or so of low tide (thus the getting up early). We were pretty tired so we drove back to the hostel and napped for a couple hours. The fast pace of the month was catching up with us. In the afternoon we did a bit of kayaking and then hiked to Opoutere Beach. It was deserted. Jess took off to explore the other side of the beach so I was by my lonesome with the exception of one guy who was taking some pictures. We ended up chatting for about an hour. It was such an insightful conversation. All these things that I'd been thinking about and wondering, that Jess had got me trying to sort out, it was like it all became clear while I was talking to this person who was completely removed from my life. It was kinda cool. Anyway, I met up with Jess a little while later and we wandered until supper. She decided on one last adventure and tried to walk through the little cove near the hostel since it was low tide. I wanted to see the forest again so we went our seperate ways. When I saw her again, she was covered in mud. Guess that cove was practically like quicksand. But she made it through in the end. I made our last supper of the trip. It was our usual - tuna, pasta and boiled carrots. Another traveller gave us a few peppers and zucchini to add to our "feast". It wasn't much, but it wasn't bad. I have to tell you, since I've been back I've already had tuna and pasta twice. Voluntarily. It really is quite good. I spent the rest of the evening packing for our flight to Fiji.
The next morning we drove to Auckland with a quick stop in Thames to pick up some souvenirs since we pretty much had not bought any yet. I mostly bought a New Zealand made brand of plastic food storage containers. Weird choice for souvenirs but it was honestly my favourite thing I'd seen while there and a heck of a lot better than spending $8 on fridge magnets that weren't that cute. So yes, I went to New Zealand for a month and all my mom got was essentially a New Zealand version of tupperware.
When we got to Fiji we were taken to the First Landing Resort. With the cyclone season being in effect, the beach was looking a little rough, but we had a super cute beachfront bure (bure = hut). This was our view
Since it pretty much nothing but poured for the first 3 days we were glad we'd gotten a nice room. Now, Jess was the sleeper of our little duo. She went to bed earlier than me at night and slept later than me in the morning. She even caught the occasional nap during the day. I think she almost thought it was unhealthy how much less I slept than her. But once we got to Fiji, I slept. I'd sleep for 12 hours at night and nap during the day. She was a little shocked. I tried to explain that the reason was while in New Zealand there was something to do every morning that I did not want to miss. But in Fiji, all we had on the schedule was sleeping, eating and relaxing. So I did. A lot. And it was wonderful. The food was pretty incredible at the resort. Not that tuna and pasta doesn't do it for me, but this was better. 
Note that Jess's meal came in a coconut! During the meal there was usually a few of the workers playing and singing for us. We even caught a couple of shows with dancing and fire tricks. So neat. As great as it was, I was going a bit stir crazy by the 4th day. So it was extremely timely that we finally got some sun for a couple of hours in the afternoon! We layed by the pool and attended a kava ceremony. Now the cool thing about kava is that in university I did a paper on it for a drug plants class but of course had never tried it since I'm pretty sure it's illegal in Canada. If you check out the effects in the Wikipedia page, we got to the numb tongue and throat stage. We only drank 2 coconut shells of a fairly dilute brew. It was sure an interesting taste though. The Fijians LOVE their kava and to turn it down is quite rude. So I didn't. The next day our flight home was not until 10 in the evening so I booked myself on a sailing trip to a deserted island with an Austrailian/Canadian family in our resort.
Jess decided to spend the day at the resort. I had such a good time. I visited with my new friends and listened to music on the sailing yacht.
Once we got to the island I went snorkelling and participated in another kava ceremony (I told you, it's rude to say no), got a massage and just lay on the beach. I even hiked to a part where I couldn't see or hear anyone else. Quite the experience.
It was so sad to have to come home. I could have stayed for another 5 months easy. And I definately plan to go back.
So the last full day in New Zealand we were at the YHA hostel in Opoutere. It is a town in the Coromandel Peninsula. We woke up ridiculous early to drive to Hot Water Beach.
It is a beach with magma warmed rocks under the surface that heats the sand up. You dig a hole at low tide, let it fill with water and viola! Hot tub on the beach. And I mean hot. The sand burns the bum that's for sure. You have to go within an hour or so of low tide (thus the getting up early). We were pretty tired so we drove back to the hostel and napped for a couple hours. The fast pace of the month was catching up with us. In the afternoon we did a bit of kayaking and then hiked to Opoutere Beach. It was deserted. Jess took off to explore the other side of the beach so I was by my lonesome with the exception of one guy who was taking some pictures. We ended up chatting for about an hour. It was such an insightful conversation. All these things that I'd been thinking about and wondering, that Jess had got me trying to sort out, it was like it all became clear while I was talking to this person who was completely removed from my life. It was kinda cool. Anyway, I met up with Jess a little while later and we wandered until supper. She decided on one last adventure and tried to walk through the little cove near the hostel since it was low tide. I wanted to see the forest again so we went our seperate ways. When I saw her again, she was covered in mud. Guess that cove was practically like quicksand. But she made it through in the end. I made our last supper of the trip. It was our usual - tuna, pasta and boiled carrots. Another traveller gave us a few peppers and zucchini to add to our "feast". It wasn't much, but it wasn't bad. I have to tell you, since I've been back I've already had tuna and pasta twice. Voluntarily. It really is quite good. I spent the rest of the evening packing for our flight to Fiji. The next morning we drove to Auckland with a quick stop in Thames to pick up some souvenirs since we pretty much had not bought any yet. I mostly bought a New Zealand made brand of plastic food storage containers. Weird choice for souvenirs but it was honestly my favourite thing I'd seen while there and a heck of a lot better than spending $8 on fridge magnets that weren't that cute. So yes, I went to New Zealand for a month and all my mom got was essentially a New Zealand version of tupperware.
When we got to Fiji we were taken to the First Landing Resort. With the cyclone season being in effect, the beach was looking a little rough, but we had a super cute beachfront bure (bure = hut). This was our view
Since it pretty much nothing but poured for the first 3 days we were glad we'd gotten a nice room. Now, Jess was the sleeper of our little duo. She went to bed earlier than me at night and slept later than me in the morning. She even caught the occasional nap during the day. I think she almost thought it was unhealthy how much less I slept than her. But once we got to Fiji, I slept. I'd sleep for 12 hours at night and nap during the day. She was a little shocked. I tried to explain that the reason was while in New Zealand there was something to do every morning that I did not want to miss. But in Fiji, all we had on the schedule was sleeping, eating and relaxing. So I did. A lot. And it was wonderful. The food was pretty incredible at the resort. Not that tuna and pasta doesn't do it for me, but this was better. 
Note that Jess's meal came in a coconut! During the meal there was usually a few of the workers playing and singing for us. We even caught a couple of shows with dancing and fire tricks. So neat. As great as it was, I was going a bit stir crazy by the 4th day. So it was extremely timely that we finally got some sun for a couple of hours in the afternoon! We layed by the pool and attended a kava ceremony. Now the cool thing about kava is that in university I did a paper on it for a drug plants class but of course had never tried it since I'm pretty sure it's illegal in Canada. If you check out the effects in the Wikipedia page, we got to the numb tongue and throat stage. We only drank 2 coconut shells of a fairly dilute brew. It was sure an interesting taste though. The Fijians LOVE their kava and to turn it down is quite rude. So I didn't. The next day our flight home was not until 10 in the evening so I booked myself on a sailing trip to a deserted island with an Austrailian/Canadian family in our resort.
Jess decided to spend the day at the resort. I had such a good time. I visited with my new friends and listened to music on the sailing yacht.
Once we got to the island I went snorkelling and participated in another kava ceremony (I told you, it's rude to say no), got a massage and just lay on the beach. I even hiked to a part where I couldn't see or hear anyone else. Quite the experience.
It was so sad to have to come home. I could have stayed for another 5 months easy. And I definately plan to go back.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
The wild day
So for those of you waiting on the edge of their seats to read about the rest of my trip (mom), here is the day after the tongariro. now you get pictures!
The day after our crazy adventure in Tongariro National Park we filled our day with fun. On the way to Taupo I made us stop to take this picture. The area is known for skiing and somebody actually drew those on. From the highway driving at top speed (which for me was usually around 70 or 80 - those twisty roads are scary) it looked like the sign had been made this way. And in the backgroud are the mountains we hiked up the previous day.
Then we went to Huka Falls. I was talking to a guy from Christchurch when we were on the Routeburn Track who recommended that we stop there. But with his accent (he was a Scandinavian living in New Zealand - it was all screwed up) I thought he said "Hooker Falls." He assured me it was nothing of the kind, so Jess and I went there.
So pretty. The water was so blue.
Then we went to Rotorua, had dinner at a place called "Fat Dog" (extremely delicious Cajun Chicken Burger), and shopped quick. I bought a pink purse I'd been eyeing at Kathmandu (the South Pacific's version of MEC) since we'd been in Nelson. We had approximately 1 hour to get to our white water rafting trip that we'd booked the night before. It was on the Kaituna River and the starting point was about 30 minutes from Rotorua. So because I was with Jess (and she is always living on the edge) we went 20 minutes the opposite way out of town to go zorbing. This is my only picture.
We rolled down the hill together in one of those see through balls. It was so fun.
Jess drove so we miraculously made it on time to our rafting trip. I felt like we were on amazing race the way we sped through zorbing and onto the next task. Wehn we arrived at our rafting start point we were informed that it was just the 2 of us and our adorable guide L.B. That scared me a little because I thought it might be harder with less people, but we actually ended up getting special treatment. He made is so fun for us. The particular trip we picked included a drop over a 21 foot waterfall. This picture obviously isn't us, but it is the river we rafted. And we did not flip.
That was definately the highlight, but the entire ride was awesome. L.B. tricked us into jumping out of the boat at one point (acutally Jess asked if we could and I blindly followed her) and then he would not help us back in and we went over a rapid/small waterfall just in the water. There was no shortage of water on that trip. L.B. would row back into a waterfall after we'd gone over and leave either Jess or I in it to get doused with the thunderous water. T'was a blast.
Then we drove to a beach somewhere and went swimming and watched some surf lifeguard/rescue people in training. They are the most fit people I've ever seen in my life. After that we continued on to the Coromandel Peninsula which is where I was when I wrote my last post. I'll finish off the trip on another day. I couldn't not write about all our fun times in Rotorua though. Zorbing really was the coolest thing ever.
The day after our crazy adventure in Tongariro National Park we filled our day with fun. On the way to Taupo I made us stop to take this picture. The area is known for skiing and somebody actually drew those on. From the highway driving at top speed (which for me was usually around 70 or 80 - those twisty roads are scary) it looked like the sign had been made this way. And in the backgroud are the mountains we hiked up the previous day.
Then we went to Huka Falls. I was talking to a guy from Christchurch when we were on the Routeburn Track who recommended that we stop there. But with his accent (he was a Scandinavian living in New Zealand - it was all screwed up) I thought he said "Hooker Falls." He assured me it was nothing of the kind, so Jess and I went there.
So pretty. The water was so blue.
Then we went to Rotorua, had dinner at a place called "Fat Dog" (extremely delicious Cajun Chicken Burger), and shopped quick. I bought a pink purse I'd been eyeing at Kathmandu (the South Pacific's version of MEC) since we'd been in Nelson. We had approximately 1 hour to get to our white water rafting trip that we'd booked the night before. It was on the Kaituna River and the starting point was about 30 minutes from Rotorua. So because I was with Jess (and she is always living on the edge) we went 20 minutes the opposite way out of town to go zorbing. This is my only picture.
We rolled down the hill together in one of those see through balls. It was so fun.Jess drove so we miraculously made it on time to our rafting trip. I felt like we were on amazing race the way we sped through zorbing and onto the next task. Wehn we arrived at our rafting start point we were informed that it was just the 2 of us and our adorable guide L.B. That scared me a little because I thought it might be harder with less people, but we actually ended up getting special treatment. He made is so fun for us. The particular trip we picked included a drop over a 21 foot waterfall. This picture obviously isn't us, but it is the river we rafted. And we did not flip.
That was definately the highlight, but the entire ride was awesome. L.B. tricked us into jumping out of the boat at one point (acutally Jess asked if we could and I blindly followed her) and then he would not help us back in and we went over a rapid/small waterfall just in the water. There was no shortage of water on that trip. L.B. would row back into a waterfall after we'd gone over and leave either Jess or I in it to get doused with the thunderous water. T'was a blast.Then we drove to a beach somewhere and went swimming and watched some surf lifeguard/rescue people in training. They are the most fit people I've ever seen in my life. After that we continued on to the Coromandel Peninsula which is where I was when I wrote my last post. I'll finish off the trip on another day. I couldn't not write about all our fun times in Rotorua though. Zorbing really was the coolest thing ever.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
A shout out to Elijah Wood and Sean Austin
We climbed Mount Doom. Because we are crazy.
Okay, it's not actually called Mount Doom. It's Mount Ngauruhoe (pronounced Nare-a-hoo-ee). And it is part of the Tongariro Crossing which is apparently considered the best day hike in New Zealand. But it is the volcano that acted as Mount Doom in Lord of the Rings. And if Elijah Wood and Sean Austin (Frodo and Samwise) actually climbed it, they certainly have my respect.
So here's the story. We booked it to Picton to catch the ferry on Monday and then got stuck in traffic leaving Wellington. Their rush hour extends along the major state highway leaving town for like an hour. It's pretty crazy. We stopped to visit a Kiwi friend of our parents' and her daughter who had picked us up at the airport. Lovely people - I wish we'd had more time to visit with them. After our visit we still had a few hours drive to our lodge. We got there around 11 which wouldn't have been too bad if we didn't have an 18 km hike planned for early the next morning. We caught the sleep we could and then we were off to do the Crossing. It was originally something we'd planned to leave out of our itinerary until every single traveller we met said it was their favourite thing they'd done on their holiday. Back into the itinerary it went.
Anyway, true to form we hadn't really read any of the brochures or found out anything about it except that it wasn't a loop and we needed transport. While driving to the start of the track our driver described a couple of the side trips (New Zealand is all about the side trips) and said that if we did any of them we'd need to make up time on the "easier" parts because we only had 8 hours before he'd be at the other side to pick us up. There were 2 other older couples in our van and none of us figured we'd do any of the side trips as they were fairly difficult scrambles up the summits of two of the volcanoes and took about 2-4 hours each.
I don't know what gets into me and Jess. We are 2 hours into the hike, having just completed the Devil's Staircase (the hardest part of the regular track). Because the area is all volcanic it really does look a bit like what one would imagine Hell might. (Very Mordor-ish for you LOR fans). Anyway, it was a good 50 minutes of climbing for us. Everyone stops for lunch at the top of the staircase which is also the spot where you can veer right and climb straight up Mount Ngauruhoe. It's all loose shale and volcanic rock. And there is steam coming out of the top. It takes 2 to 3 hours to climb and 30 minutes to descend. Because you basically scramble down the loose shale. The thought completely terrified me. But for some reason I'm like, "Hey Jess, we should do this" and she agreed. I would have chickened out about 10 minutes in if she had not been ahead of me. It was probably the hardest most terrifying hiking thing I've ever done. With every step up you slide 3/4 of a step back. And I was so petrified of the scramble down that my whole body was shaking. And you'd grab a rock and sometimes it would hold and sometimes it wouldn't. At some points, I was basically crawling (you should have seen how covered with dirt I was by the end - hilarious). It took us just under 2 hours to get to the top. We could smell the sulphur and see the steam. We sat to eat half our sandwhich. My bottom was quite warm, and kept getting warmer and warmer and warmer. When I finally stood up, there was steam coming from where I'd been sitting. Incredible experience.
The scramble down took about a half hour and was way less scary than I had been expecting and other than sheer exhaustion and 6 more hours to hike (with only 3.5 hours to do it). I can't believe we did it. We caught up and passed the other 2 couples (who weren't as crazy and hadn't done the extra climb) and made up a lot of time in the next hour and a half. At the "2 hours left" sign, Jess ran the entire rest of the way down because she was determined to make it within the 8 hours. And she totally did. I was about 20 minutes late (still mighty respectable) but still caught a ride. The other two couples were 2 hours behind us by this time. Everyone in New Zealand asks "are you fit" to us all the time and we are never sure how to answer (obviously we don't look it). After that day, we felt we could say that we are definately reasonably fit.
Anyway, we spent today in the Coromandel Peninsula at Opoutere Beach (beautiful) and now tomorrow we go to Fiji. My time is up so that's all I can write. Talk to you all when we get home.
Okay, it's not actually called Mount Doom. It's Mount Ngauruhoe (pronounced Nare-a-hoo-ee). And it is part of the Tongariro Crossing which is apparently considered the best day hike in New Zealand. But it is the volcano that acted as Mount Doom in Lord of the Rings. And if Elijah Wood and Sean Austin (Frodo and Samwise) actually climbed it, they certainly have my respect.
So here's the story. We booked it to Picton to catch the ferry on Monday and then got stuck in traffic leaving Wellington. Their rush hour extends along the major state highway leaving town for like an hour. It's pretty crazy. We stopped to visit a Kiwi friend of our parents' and her daughter who had picked us up at the airport. Lovely people - I wish we'd had more time to visit with them. After our visit we still had a few hours drive to our lodge. We got there around 11 which wouldn't have been too bad if we didn't have an 18 km hike planned for early the next morning. We caught the sleep we could and then we were off to do the Crossing. It was originally something we'd planned to leave out of our itinerary until every single traveller we met said it was their favourite thing they'd done on their holiday. Back into the itinerary it went.
Anyway, true to form we hadn't really read any of the brochures or found out anything about it except that it wasn't a loop and we needed transport. While driving to the start of the track our driver described a couple of the side trips (New Zealand is all about the side trips) and said that if we did any of them we'd need to make up time on the "easier" parts because we only had 8 hours before he'd be at the other side to pick us up. There were 2 other older couples in our van and none of us figured we'd do any of the side trips as they were fairly difficult scrambles up the summits of two of the volcanoes and took about 2-4 hours each.
I don't know what gets into me and Jess. We are 2 hours into the hike, having just completed the Devil's Staircase (the hardest part of the regular track). Because the area is all volcanic it really does look a bit like what one would imagine Hell might. (Very Mordor-ish for you LOR fans). Anyway, it was a good 50 minutes of climbing for us. Everyone stops for lunch at the top of the staircase which is also the spot where you can veer right and climb straight up Mount Ngauruhoe. It's all loose shale and volcanic rock. And there is steam coming out of the top. It takes 2 to 3 hours to climb and 30 minutes to descend. Because you basically scramble down the loose shale. The thought completely terrified me. But for some reason I'm like, "Hey Jess, we should do this" and she agreed. I would have chickened out about 10 minutes in if she had not been ahead of me. It was probably the hardest most terrifying hiking thing I've ever done. With every step up you slide 3/4 of a step back. And I was so petrified of the scramble down that my whole body was shaking. And you'd grab a rock and sometimes it would hold and sometimes it wouldn't. At some points, I was basically crawling (you should have seen how covered with dirt I was by the end - hilarious). It took us just under 2 hours to get to the top. We could smell the sulphur and see the steam. We sat to eat half our sandwhich. My bottom was quite warm, and kept getting warmer and warmer and warmer. When I finally stood up, there was steam coming from where I'd been sitting. Incredible experience.
The scramble down took about a half hour and was way less scary than I had been expecting and other than sheer exhaustion and 6 more hours to hike (with only 3.5 hours to do it). I can't believe we did it. We caught up and passed the other 2 couples (who weren't as crazy and hadn't done the extra climb) and made up a lot of time in the next hour and a half. At the "2 hours left" sign, Jess ran the entire rest of the way down because she was determined to make it within the 8 hours. And she totally did. I was about 20 minutes late (still mighty respectable) but still caught a ride. The other two couples were 2 hours behind us by this time. Everyone in New Zealand asks "are you fit" to us all the time and we are never sure how to answer (obviously we don't look it). After that day, we felt we could say that we are definately reasonably fit.
Anyway, we spent today in the Coromandel Peninsula at Opoutere Beach (beautiful) and now tomorrow we go to Fiji. My time is up so that's all I can write. Talk to you all when we get home.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Seals, seals and more seals
We finally saw seals to our hearts content. We are in Kaikoura which is on the east coast of the southern island and known for its marine wildlife. We did a bit of a jaunt over some rocks (that are covered at high tide) to a seal colony and saw dozens and dozens of seals up as close as we wanted. DOC tells you not to get within 10 metres and for a good reason. The bull fur seals could do some serious damage. I got a big closer than I meant to at one point and got yelled at by three of them. Oops.
So we no longer feel cheated and can go on with the rest of our holiday. Still no penguins for me though and no dolphins for Jess. Big huge sigh about that, but otherwise we are happy campers.
I ate crayfish and it's fantastic. But super expensive. As much as lobster. But it (crayfish) tastes better (to be fair, Jess disagrees on that point).
Tomorrow we catch the ferry from Picton back to Wellington. I have a charged iPod and 2 gravol tablets waiting for me. I'm going to find a spot at the back of the boat and try to sleep my 3 hours of seasickness away. And, it will get me out of driving for a couple hours afterward! I hate driving in Wellington so in this case, the seasickness actually helps me out. Jess is going to wonder why I'm taking so many gravol and she won't know the truth until she reads this post someday.
So we no longer feel cheated and can go on with the rest of our holiday. Still no penguins for me though and no dolphins for Jess. Big huge sigh about that, but otherwise we are happy campers.
I ate crayfish and it's fantastic. But super expensive. As much as lobster. But it (crayfish) tastes better (to be fair, Jess disagrees on that point).
Tomorrow we catch the ferry from Picton back to Wellington. I have a charged iPod and 2 gravol tablets waiting for me. I'm going to find a spot at the back of the boat and try to sleep my 3 hours of seasickness away. And, it will get me out of driving for a couple hours afterward! I hate driving in Wellington so in this case, the seasickness actually helps me out. Jess is going to wonder why I'm taking so many gravol and she won't know the truth until she reads this post someday.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Tramping* it up - New Zealand style
Well, Jess and I have now tramped. We just completed the Routeburn Track which amounted to three fairly full days of hiking. We even did what they call a side trip which is where you ditch your pack (unless you are crazy and "like a challenge" as the one guy said as he passed us for the second time) and do a more difficult and treacherous trail for an hour or two to get to some amazing view.
We met two couples (one from the Czech Republic and one from Oregon) the first night at the "hut"** and became fast friends the second night as Jess led a game of "up and down the river" with the Oregon guy's deck of cards. We were a bit rowdy and got the "lights out" time moved from 10:00pm to 9:40. Oops. So fun to laugh though.
I can't really describe how lovely the track was. The first and third days were mostly in this ethereal beech forest with moss hanging from trees and a waterfall around nearly every corner. The second day was by far my favourite though. We walked exposed above the treeline for a solid 5 hours (not including our side trip or lunch break) along the side of the mountains. Every turn was a different fantastic view. I absolutely loved it and would definately go again. It didn't hurt that we had three fine days of sun and no rain.
We guessed almost exactly right on how much food to take and came back with only a couple of crackers, a bit of cheese and a bite of chocolate. Our suppers consisted of "Adventure Packs" that someone had tipped us off about. Best freeze dried Honey Soy Chicken and Roast Lamb and Vegetables that I've ever had. Which isn't saying much I guess. But they were actually quite good and reasonably priced and healthy. Some people went all out and had mashed potatoes and sausages and the real adventurous (read: crazy) ones lugged up bottles of wine. Not us though - we went as light as we could. And like I said, guessed exactly right.
On the bus ride back to Te Anua we discussed what we were most looking forward to upon our return. You'd have thought that we'd both say a shower wouldn't you? But you'd be wrong, partly because Jess took a swim in the lake the night before and because I was not nearly as dirty as I've been on other work or pleasure related trips into the wild. I was actually dreaming of trading in my hiking shoes for my flip flops (called jandals in NZ) and Jess was looking forward to a real supper. And when we got here, I put on my jandals and we had the best dinner at a little place in Te Anua called La Via Dolce (or something close to that). I happily paid $40 for my dinner. For those of you who know me and my reluctance to pay a lot at a restaurant (and are sitting there with your mouths hanging open), it was worth it and I would have paid $60 for the fine food I ate. It was chicken and vegetables atop roast potatoes and some kind of Italian sauce which started with an "F" and was heavenly. And our waiter sang to himself (using the word "Amore" quite a lot) as he cleaned off and set other people's tables which made me smile quite a lot. It was the perfect meal to end a wonderful three days.
*Tramping here means hiking in case I haven't already explained that. And it means serious hiking, not just strolling along a paved mountain path (because there are plenty of those if that's your cup of tea).
** Hut is a loose definition in this country. The Great Walk Huts are fairly amazing and nicer than a lot of the hostels we've stayed in (which are also very nice). 10 or 20 stove tops, flush toilets, fantastic views and relatively comfy bunks afford a relaxing evening. You do share a room with 25 other people, but if you have earplugs and a face mask, it's no problem.
We met two couples (one from the Czech Republic and one from Oregon) the first night at the "hut"** and became fast friends the second night as Jess led a game of "up and down the river" with the Oregon guy's deck of cards. We were a bit rowdy and got the "lights out" time moved from 10:00pm to 9:40. Oops. So fun to laugh though.
I can't really describe how lovely the track was. The first and third days were mostly in this ethereal beech forest with moss hanging from trees and a waterfall around nearly every corner. The second day was by far my favourite though. We walked exposed above the treeline for a solid 5 hours (not including our side trip or lunch break) along the side of the mountains. Every turn was a different fantastic view. I absolutely loved it and would definately go again. It didn't hurt that we had three fine days of sun and no rain.
We guessed almost exactly right on how much food to take and came back with only a couple of crackers, a bit of cheese and a bite of chocolate. Our suppers consisted of "Adventure Packs" that someone had tipped us off about. Best freeze dried Honey Soy Chicken and Roast Lamb and Vegetables that I've ever had. Which isn't saying much I guess. But they were actually quite good and reasonably priced and healthy. Some people went all out and had mashed potatoes and sausages and the real adventurous (read: crazy) ones lugged up bottles of wine. Not us though - we went as light as we could. And like I said, guessed exactly right.
On the bus ride back to Te Anua we discussed what we were most looking forward to upon our return. You'd have thought that we'd both say a shower wouldn't you? But you'd be wrong, partly because Jess took a swim in the lake the night before and because I was not nearly as dirty as I've been on other work or pleasure related trips into the wild. I was actually dreaming of trading in my hiking shoes for my flip flops (called jandals in NZ) and Jess was looking forward to a real supper. And when we got here, I put on my jandals and we had the best dinner at a little place in Te Anua called La Via Dolce (or something close to that). I happily paid $40 for my dinner. For those of you who know me and my reluctance to pay a lot at a restaurant (and are sitting there with your mouths hanging open), it was worth it and I would have paid $60 for the fine food I ate. It was chicken and vegetables atop roast potatoes and some kind of Italian sauce which started with an "F" and was heavenly. And our waiter sang to himself (using the word "Amore" quite a lot) as he cleaned off and set other people's tables which made me smile quite a lot. It was the perfect meal to end a wonderful three days.
*Tramping here means hiking in case I haven't already explained that. And it means serious hiking, not just strolling along a paved mountain path (because there are plenty of those if that's your cup of tea).
** Hut is a loose definition in this country. The Great Walk Huts are fairly amazing and nicer than a lot of the hostels we've stayed in (which are also very nice). 10 or 20 stove tops, flush toilets, fantastic views and relatively comfy bunks afford a relaxing evening. You do share a room with 25 other people, but if you have earplugs and a face mask, it's no problem.
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