1000km! That is the distance I drove from Te Anau. And with 6000km travelled in total, more than from here to the South Pole, you really start to understand how expansive this country really is. But after the Kepler, my left foot was really painful, so doing some driving was welcome. Maybe I should get some new socks somewhere. When not one toe, but all your toes are sticking out, a normal person should get the incentive to buy new ones. At least Selleys Shoe Glue Tube 2 has already kickstarted, so I can continue my dirtbagger lifestyle a little bit longer.
From Te Anau I drove all the way down to the coast and to the Catlins forest park. Once you get to Invercargill, the city where you’ll see Claas, New Holland, John Deere and Case tractor dealers together on maybe a 1 to 2km stretch, you’ll notice that there is a lot of farming in this area here, green grass included. And with that a lot of people too. The whole East Coast is far more populated than other parts I’ve seen so far. I only made a quick stop in Invercargill, but met the German guy again with whom I finished the Tongariro a couple of weeks ago. So funny how you still keep meeting the same people over and over again. After that I went further east direction Balclutha. You could just follow the highway, but I opted to take this little gravel side road, one of the first of many more. There was just more to see, like Slope Point, the southernmost point of the South Island, the petrified forest – fossilized tree logs on a beach – some waterfalls and the scary sounding Jack’s Blowhole. If there is one thing that I noticed during this time, it’s that summer is over. Most tourist have gone home. No more Spaceships, Juicy, Wicked or Escape campervans, or Kiwi motorhomes. It’s also getting pretty (too) cold at night, but the good thing is, I saw no sandflies in days, maybe because the hunting season is over. So no scratching anymore.
Dunedin, the Victorian Edwardian style student city of NZ. I was looking forward to see the this after what other people told me about it, but it’s just badly overrated again. I guess it’s pretty hard to find an impressive city here when you’re familiar with our nice cities like Gent or Leuven. But after all the holes in the middle of nowhere I’ve been through, this looked like a megalopolis. Actually it was just looking like Wellington, also with a peninsula, the Otago Peninsula, where you could see Albatross and Yellow-eyed Penguins colonies, but only not for free, what I only found out after I drove the whole way to the end. So was already close to pissed off, and then all the traffic again back in town, I don’t have to draw a picture here right. So after a free museum visit, where you could relive NZ’s 60’s, 70’s, 80’s and 90’s period with all the high-tech stuff from back then, I had to get out, also because I didn’t pay for the parking lot, again.
Somewhere between Dunedin and Oamaru, another Victorian style town, but much nicer, you can check out the Moeraki Boulders. An interesting geological feature, something which created big round boulders that get hollow on the inside.
After hearing some people talk about Marmite and Vegemite, a kind of spread based on yeast extract, and how grose the taste was, it got my attention, but I never tried it, until now. Yeast can’t be that good, but sometimes you have to try the local products, and honestly it will stay with one try. It’s so disgusting that I will leave it to the people at home to finish it. An unexpected delicatessen souvenir, made by people with a sick mind because they walk upside down.
In Oamaru I decided I also wanted to go back and up to Central Otago, the Rohan of New Zealand, but instead of driving back the same way, I discovered there was 65km gravel road connecting Duntroon with Naseby, called Danseys Pass. Perfect! I followed the educational Fossil Heritage Trail through the nice hilly countryside to the most awesome road I’ve ever done in my live. It was like off-road truckers, New Zealand’s most dangerous road or something. Backcountry driving with a 2WD car. Again, I know I keep repeating myself, there was almost no living soul out there. Although I’ve done a lot of gravel here, this was not just a road to the start of a hike or a valley, but really linking to towns, through desolated valleys and hills, with maybe 3 farms and some sheep on the way. At the start and the end you got a sign saying “School bus route”. Awesome way to go to school! After only one break for the overheated motor, some strange yeti sounds during the night (probably some male deer, cause the mating season is starting here) and an almost desperate start next morning on a remote DOC campsite to get the car started, I made my way to the Poolburn Reservoir, where they shot the very short scene where the Rohan village is burning, and where the Orcs are marching through Rohan. And you could think, oh again LOTR, but you can get to quite amazing and stunning remote locations if you get off the beaten track here. Just make sure you have enough petrol in the car and drive carefully, because all these gravel roads are more for 4WD sometimes, like I noticed a couple of days ago when I heard this disturbing scraping sound.
Again some gravel to get back to the other valley (in total around 150km in those 3 days), to the Central Otago towns of Alexandra and Cromwell. Like I said, this is Rohan country. A really arid rocky barren landscape with spectacular hills and mountains, dry grass, no trees, sizzling hot in summer and crisp and cold in winter. A lot of gold mining, farming, viticulture and horticulture as well. Cromwell produces a lot of fruit and there are numerous vineyards, so it is also called ‘the fruit bowl of the south’. The funny thing here is that every town has its own specific must do’s, must see’s, and is always famous for some or another banal reason. Probably tourist deformation. Alexandra is like the Thyme capital of NZ, and they hold a Thyme festival, because thyme was introduced here with the settlers and should be the only place in the world, together with the Mediterranean area, where it grows.
Now I’m getting to Twizel and Mount Cook, after almost being caught by the police last night. Staying more near the centre of Cromwell, in case my car wouldn’t start, I pitched my tent next to the lake, but in the middle of the night, like 2am, I woke up and see a jeep driving on the parking lot, with his spotlight looking for me in my car. Luckily I pitched my tent like 50m next to the carpark, and only my inner tent, which doesn’t have the little reflectors. And I was covered by the dark shades of the trees. But they must have been blinded by their own light, because they were putting the spotlight in my direction, but didn’t see me. Holding my breath for a few seconds, and then they just left. I just felt like a pro sniper taking a good aiming spot in the bushes. What a lucky smart guy I am. I just fooled the NZ cops. Take that!!
Dunedin, the Victorian Edwardian style student city of NZ. I was looking forward to see the this after what other people told me about it, but it’s just badly overrated again. I guess it’s pretty hard to find an impressive city here when you’re familiar with our nice cities like Gent or Leuven. But after all the holes in the middle of nowhere I’ve been through, this looked like a megalopolis. Actually it was just looking like Wellington, also with a peninsula, the Otago Peninsula, where you could see Albatross and Yellow-eyed Penguins colonies, but only not for free, what I only found out after I drove the whole way to the end. So was already close to pissed off, and then all the traffic again back in town, I don’t have to draw a picture here right. So after a free museum visit, where you could relive NZ’s 60’s, 70’s, 80’s and 90’s period with all the high-tech stuff from back then, I had to get out, also because I didn’t pay for the parking lot, again.
Somewhere between Dunedin and Oamaru, another Victorian style town, but much nicer, you can check out the Moeraki Boulders. An interesting geological feature, something which created big round boulders that get hollow on the inside.
After hearing some people talk about Marmite and Vegemite, a kind of spread based on yeast extract, and how grose the taste was, it got my attention, but I never tried it, until now. Yeast can’t be that good, but sometimes you have to try the local products, and honestly it will stay with one try. It’s so disgusting that I will leave it to the people at home to finish it. An unexpected delicatessen souvenir, made by people with a sick mind because they walk upside down.
In Oamaru I decided I also wanted to go back and up to Central Otago, the Rohan of New Zealand, but instead of driving back the same way, I discovered there was 65km gravel road connecting Duntroon with Naseby, called Danseys Pass. Perfect! I followed the educational Fossil Heritage Trail through the nice hilly countryside to the most awesome road I’ve ever done in my live. It was like off-road truckers, New Zealand’s most dangerous road or something. Backcountry driving with a 2WD car. Again, I know I keep repeating myself, there was almost no living soul out there. Although I’ve done a lot of gravel here, this was not just a road to the start of a hike or a valley, but really linking to towns, through desolated valleys and hills, with maybe 3 farms and some sheep on the way. At the start and the end you got a sign saying “School bus route”. Awesome way to go to school! After only one break for the overheated motor, some strange yeti sounds during the night (probably some male deer, cause the mating season is starting here) and an almost desperate start next morning on a remote DOC campsite to get the car started, I made my way to the Poolburn Reservoir, where they shot the very short scene where the Rohan village is burning, and where the Orcs are marching through Rohan. And you could think, oh again LOTR, but you can get to quite amazing and stunning remote locations if you get off the beaten track here. Just make sure you have enough petrol in the car and drive carefully, because all these gravel roads are more for 4WD sometimes, like I noticed a couple of days ago when I heard this disturbing scraping sound.
Again some gravel to get back to the other valley (in total around 150km in those 3 days), to the Central Otago towns of Alexandra and Cromwell. Like I said, this is Rohan country. A really arid rocky barren landscape with spectacular hills and mountains, dry grass, no trees, sizzling hot in summer and crisp and cold in winter. A lot of gold mining, farming, viticulture and horticulture as well. Cromwell produces a lot of fruit and there are numerous vineyards, so it is also called ‘the fruit bowl of the south’. The funny thing here is that every town has its own specific must do’s, must see’s, and is always famous for some or another banal reason. Probably tourist deformation. Alexandra is like the Thyme capital of NZ, and they hold a Thyme festival, because thyme was introduced here with the settlers and should be the only place in the world, together with the Mediterranean area, where it grows.
Now I’m getting to Twizel and Mount Cook, after almost being caught by the police last night. Staying more near the centre of Cromwell, in case my car wouldn’t start, I pitched my tent next to the lake, but in the middle of the night, like 2am, I woke up and see a jeep driving on the parking lot, with his spotlight looking for me in my car. Luckily I pitched my tent like 50m next to the carpark, and only my inner tent, which doesn’t have the little reflectors. And I was covered by the dark shades of the trees. But they must have been blinded by their own light, because they were putting the spotlight in my direction, but didn’t see me. Holding my breath for a few seconds, and then they just left. I just felt like a pro sniper taking a good aiming spot in the bushes. What a lucky smart guy I am. I just fooled the NZ cops. Take that!!
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