Thursday, 30 November 2017

Stewart Island - Rakiura Track 26 - 29 November

Stewart Island (Rakiura) was first settled in the 13th century by Maori clans, who came to fish and hunt. It is the most southerly island of New Zealand and is quite a tourist mecca for kiwis (the feathered variety).

I’m not sad to leave Invercargill, for all its beautifully old and neglected buildings. It is a town waiting to be discovered by the tourist and the government for its potential, but currently it offers very little to encourage visitors to stay.

We catch the ferry at 0930hrs from Bluff. Rakiura (Stewart Island’s Maori name) dates Maori inhabitants since the 13th century, who hunted and fished there. There is thick cloud/fog all about us and the Captain says he has to sound the foghorn every two minutes for the one hour crossing of Foveaux Strait. I busy myself watching the radar scan for ships crossing our path, backseat driving probably if I could put my foot on a pedal! I can’t see any bearing down on our ferry and the fog clears immediately we enter into Halfmoon Bay. Oban (the only ‘town’ of Stewart Island) has a permanent population of 300, but tourists swell it considerably. The Stewart Island Backpackers tells us that yesterday the management read the riot act to guests who were drinking themselves into a stupor. Today it’s quiet. The hostel is old, yes, but immaculately clean and comfortably cosy with lots of old sofas in the lounge area, a large kitchen with plenty of fridges. I’d stay here again if I ever came back to Stewart Island. It’s recently been taken on by new owners and the daughter is the receptionist – she is very friendly and helpful.
The island is used as a weather station, and this small globe shows the amount of daylight during the day by etching the data onto a paper strip. There's been no rain for over 10 days and the locals are concerned because they rely on rainwater for daily use.
This little church is perched on top of a hill - no date but it is well maintained.

Day break sees us up and backpacks ready. The Rakiura Track is 32kms plus 6kms from Oban to Lee Bay, then an extra 2kms at the end, so we will walk 40kms in three days. I can’t organise a taxi at this hour (8-ish) to take us to Lee Bay, where we start the track, so we walk the 6kms to the start of the track. The road is bitumen then onto a gravel road that follows several pretty bays, one of which we walk along because it’s low tide, looking for flotsam and jetsam, but the beach has only pipi shells and bits of giant kelp washed up on the shoreline. We were warned by DOC that there was a seal guarding the track’s starting point, but it isn’t there when we trudge by.

The telephone doesn't work, so we continue on our route!


The track is very different to the Routeburn. Although the highest point is only 300m, we seem to climb up to that height every kilometre or so, it’s like a switchback and I’m quickly tired of it. We reach Port William Hut around 1pm and have lunch. The volunteer rangers are chatty and fill us in on the goss – the kiwis have all disappeared this week, probably because it’s very dry, there’s been no rain for 10 days, and they could be searching for fresh water. The hut was full last night, with 20 rowdy Rotarians. I’m glad we have a quieter bunch tonight. It’s not difficult to fall asleep but fooling the sandflies is tricky because it’s too warm to get into the sleeping bag, so my hands are exposed.
Dawn breaks again and I’ve downed my porridge and tea in a jiffy. Richard has to put up with no toast or marmalade – I think he’s hungry! Today we head over the middle section (the track goes from east coast to west coast inlet). We have been warned of the mud but because it hasn’t rained for ten days, the rangers say it’s dry. They are correct to a point, but each muddy section is still squishy and the track has few firm, dry places. I’m glad, very glad, we’re not walking when it’s wet as the track would be a nightmare.
My photos are few today because the battery power has gone on my camera and I didn’t bring my phone (of course, why would I when there is no power!). Somehow, somewhere, the battery charger got left behind. I’m not at fault of course!
We spend some time investigating the Johnston log haulers that were left by the timber millers in the late 19th century. How those families coped with extreme isolation is beyond me.  They were miles from the coast where the logging mill operated, and built timber rail tracks for the bogies.
We pass 4 DOC workers on the track – they are trying to repair the muddy sections (which I estimate comprise over 50% of the track) and build new paths with deep ditches either side to capture the water run-off. What a job. They look cheerful though and say they are in the midst of a drought!
It takes us 6 hours to walk 13kms, much of it pleasantly undulating, but there are still hills to climb and valleys to descend into. The scrubby forest offers no views as we pass by, it’s dense and filled with straggly-limbed trees, a few ferns and some flax. Even the birds are scarce and I’m bored with looking at my feet as I trudge up and down dale. North Arm Hut looms into view and not before time. This is a typical muddy section - it doesn't do justice to the amount of mud, but imagine that it's at least ankle deep. There has been an effort to lay logs across the mud, but they just sink further in.
There is no ranger at North Arm hut because the walking (tramping) season doesn’t start until 1st December. And there is no washing up liquid, which is annoying as that is the last item I’d take on a walk. But we enjoy talking to a German woman walking on her own and a mum and her daughter and partner who've been on a working holiday in NZ for a year (mum was invited to join them before the youngsters flew back to the US).
Day 3 - North Arm Hut to Oban (11kms plus 2kms into town).
The track guide promises me that today is downhill back to Oban, but almost as soon as I leave the hut, we climb the first hill! However, it doesn’t go to 300m so maybe things are looking up. I can’t complain about my backpack, it is a joy to wear. We pass plenty of streams on the way, all twinkling with mica (fool’s gold). Richard has to poke the water just to make sure it’s not real gold!
There is a steady descent at last, along what appears to be a cobbled road. We think it must have been a logging road because it’s wide enough for carts. I still haven’t seen a kiwi, nor a seal, but we do see lots of tuis, who have the most amusing birdsong, and bellbirds, and many oyster catchers (two were nesting on the beach as we passed into Port William, the male flying within a hair’s breadth over my head in a clear warning not to go closer).

Oban appears (we’ve done 13kms in 4.5 hours) and we slink into the Backpackers and ask to buy a shower - $8 – to wash off three days of sweat. It feels great to be clean again. The hotel beckons because they do the most amazing Blue Cod and chips. We wash it down with Speight’s cider, what a joy! There is no argument that freeze-dried food, e.g. Back Country, is filling but it is disgustingly tasteless and next time we walk, I’m going to be more inventive than rely on packaged freeze-dried food.


Friday, 24 November 2017

Bluff - a pleasant 1/2 hour drive from Invercargill

Invercargill is renowned for its motor museum, which we didn't go to (memories of Beaulieu Motor Museum as a child and then York), and clearly there are those residents who love old cars:

Our Rav4 drives well and is economical too (petrol is about $NZ2.10/litre). We head to Bluff, the most southerly point of New Zealand. Settled in 1824 by one Captain William Stirling as a whaling station, it is now home to an aluminium smelter and a small fishing community.

We check the departure location for our ferry tomorrow and the security of the car park, then head up to the highest vantage point. The coves are rocky and thick with strands of giant kelp. People snorkel for clams and sea urchins. Cloud rolls in as I try to photograph Stewart Island, where the weather forecast for tomorrow is a low of 12 and a high of 13. Should be interesting but at least fine weather is predicted still.

Stewart Island is 30kms offshore, but it looks closer.

There are four shipwrecks off this coast - the pilot lived in this small building and turned on the pilot light each evening. It's no longer in use. There is a lighthouse further off the coast.

Invercargill redeems itself

Another sunny day - what have we done to deserve this weather? It's laundry day and I head down to put on a load only to find someone's beaten me to it, so we head into town. Invercargill has not impressed me to date, but we are outside the Queens Park public gardens and Invercargill redeems itself with glorious rhododendrons:

And around the next corner I spy an enormous rose garden, with hundreds of rose bushes, from Floribundas to ramblers to climbers to standards, in every hue imaginable (but not my favourite Pierre de Ronsard)

And just a few fuschia bushes to photograph:

We have a coffee and slice of 'Hello Rosie' because it's hard work sniffing so many roses!

The beech trees are in full throttle, but here and there are some other plants I've not seen before, including a straggly Chile fuschia:

We head back to the motel for a lunch break before hitting the road for Bluff. More on that later.

Thursday, 23 November 2017

Invercargill and the farmlands region 24 November

It may be rude, but I'm having difficulty finding something nice to say about Invercargill. Once upon a time it was a beautiful, bustling town (late 19th century I'm guessing, by the standard of the buildings). Now all I see are empty buildings in decay. Facades proudly display their earlier names, but rotting timbers, rusty roofing iron and tatty posters hanging off walls speak of a depressed economy. It rained overnight and there's a grey pall over the town. I look for photogenic buildings and find the Railway Hotel.

It's not easy finding somewhere to have a coffee either and we settle on Starbucks. Time to leave and drive down to the coast. The countryside changes to rich dairy and sheep farming, with rolling hills and snow-covered mountains as a backdrop. The renowned Kepler Track isn't far away!

Our destination is Riverton, on the coast about 45 minutes south west from Invercargill. It was a bustling port, then a whaling station and timber milling, but the silt built up in the river mouth and made passage for large ships impossible.

There seems to be just one café in town, inside the original post office. Lunch is mediocre and I miss yesterday's Bank Café!

We drive out and up the coast heading towards Te Anau. The snow covers the peaks and I can't believe we were there a few years ago on the Kepler. Across the ocean we see Stewart Island, our next destination to walk the Rakiura Track.


Colac Bay had some surfers waiting patiently - I suspect the townies have their bachs there but everything is still shut as summer is some distance away.

Along the route we see against the skyline cows heading to the milking shed. They are not certain they want to be photographed but the urge to relieve their load of milk overpowers trepidation!

After a much needed coffee stop in a lovingly cared-for house, we head to Gemstone Beach. Rich searches for gold of course, but I'm attracted to the beautiful driftwood.

It has been a pleasing route less travelled. As drinks time approaches, we head back to our motel and time to catch up on social media and some postcard writing!