I have just returned from a trip that is a must do for all backpackers travelling up the East coast. That is, camping on Fraser Island. I know most of my friends reading this will do a double take at this as under normal circumstances I do not camp. But Fraser Island is apparently the closest thing to paradise I'll probably see, in fact it's aboriginal name, k'Gari, actually means paradise, so how bad could it be I thought?,
Fraser Island is one of the biggest sand islands in the world which is amazing to think considering it is covered not only with beaches but also rainforest. It is one of the top 20 world heritage sites in the world which means it is protected and so certain things are not allowed on the island- you can't introduce any new species of plant or animal onto the island, and devlopment of building on the island is greatly restricted. In order to preserve the island, flushing toilets are also very rare and this was the first obstacle I had to overcome. Although the campsite we were staying on had flushing toilets, everywhere else on the island were long drop style toilets. They actually weren't that bad- just don't look down! For that matter don't look up either. This is a lesson I've learnt in Australia, as you're almost guarunteed to see something you don't like. Our guide, Kirk, had told us that 7 out the 8 most poisonous snakes in Australia live on Fraser Island, along with a whole host of deadly spiders. Great. There are also wild dingoes roaming around the island, and lucky for us it was mating season so they were particularly active while we were there.
Our first night on the campsite was very interesting. As I said, wild dingoes roam the island, and on our camp there were 5 that had made it their home. Under normal circumstances they are fine if you just ignore them. We were taught about dingo safety which basically meant stand up tall, don't look small, don't wave your arms around and shine a torch in their eyes. If you fall over or run, you're basically screwed. In the evening when everybody was around the camp fire they didn't bother us much, they were just looking for food. I did have a mildly terrifying moment in the middle of the night though, when I had to make a toilet trip. I had to wake up one of the people in my tent to act as my dingo buddy and we started the 5 minute trek to the toilets situted on the other side of the camp site. Almost as soon as we stepped out of the tent, we bumped into a dreaded dingo. We desperately tried to blind it with my tiny little head torch, and backed away slowly. It was having none of it however, instead proceeded in stalking us round the cars until we made it back to the safety of the tent. In the end I just had to go in a bush- something I haven't done in a while. I learnt my lesson for the second night and drank enough cheap wine (aka goon) to knock me out for the whole night.
Despite the fact that it seems like everything on Fraser Island is trying to kill you, it is actually one of the most beautiful places I've been to. We were really lucky with the weather, and managed to sit in our bikinis for 2 out of the 3 days we were there. We saw some amazing sandblows- this is where masses of sand are steadily being blown over the island, and are beginning to engulf parts of the island, trees and all. We paddled in some of the purest water you'll find anywhere and swam in some beautiful lakes. We even spotted sharks and sting rays from Indian Head. It truly was paradise. I would definitely recommend it to anyone. And although I'm still not convinced by camping, by the end of the trip I was definitely getting into the swing of things. I even started to enjoy it!
Saturday, 28 May 2011
Tuesday, 24 May 2011
How to Make Friends...
When I decided to go travelling I also decided to take the leap and go on my own. It wasn't as scary as I thought it would be, but that was mainly because for the first month or so I would be meeting up with different people: Natalie in Hong Kong and Vicky and the girls in New Zealand. The real test would come when I arrived in Australia. Even then it didn't seem that scary as I spent a week with Ben, but now that I have left Sydney and am working my way up the coast, I have been completely on my own, apart from a couple of days with uni friends, Iain and Lauren, and will be for the next five weeks. AAaahhh! Scary!
Travelling on your own can be a bit lonely, especially when you see something amazing that you want share with someone else. For example, the other day when I was in Surfer's Paradise, I watched the sunset on the beach which was beautiful. As there was no one to say this to (apart from a strange, slightly overweight man doing star jumps, who quite frankly I didn't want to engage in conversation) I just had to take a photo, which is never really the same as seeing the real thing. It can also be quite tiring, especially if you're moving around quite regularly, as in order to make friends you have to make an effort all the time. Not just to be friendly, but to be normal as well!! Its definitely been an effort trying to hide all my quirks that hopefully my friends at home find endearing, but strangers definitely wouldn't. Such as my nack of telling very pointless stories. That certainly does not help on the making new friends front.
Despite this though, there are positives to travelling alone. You get to call the shots and decide where and when you want to go places. There have definitely been some places that I have been glad to move on from, sometimes a bit earlier than intended, where other people might have loved. Its also great because sometimes you just want some alone time, and you can do that without worrying about leaving another person on their own. The main positive though is that being on your own makes you more approachable to other travellers. Even though people told me that loads of people travel alone, I was still surprised at just how many do. I was also surprised that it's usually girls that travel alone, whereas boys tend to travel in pairs (and actually, the ones that travel alone are often a bit strange! Not always though, I must hastily add). As everyone is doing more or less the same route, you keep bumping into the same people in various hostels or on different buses along the way. I seemed to keep bumping into this one couple loads bewteen Byron Bay and Brisbane, and its nice to see a couple of familiar faces, even if you don't even know their names! I have met a couple of really nice people who I know will be in the same place as me at around the same time further up the coast, so its definitely a comfort to know that I'll have someone to hang out with later on.
Its amazing the sorts of friendships you make while your travelling. Most of the time, when you meet people you only ever see them for about two days, but in that time, you can build friendships almost as strong as ones back home (albeit, not as long lasting) mainly because you have to. I have been on a couple of nights out with people I have literally met a couple of hours before, yet once we've all got a couple of drinks down us, it feels as if we've known each other forever. And as quickly as you met them, you move on, with the high possiblilty that you'll never see each other again. It does make a night out a lot more exciting.
I have to say that travelling alone has had its highs and lows. I'm finally getting into the swing of meeting people, and as a result I definitely feel a lot more confident in social situations. I think I'm going to enjoy my next few weeks travelling, but I am most certainly looking forward to getting home and having a more familiar night out with friends I've known longer than an hour!
Travelling on your own can be a bit lonely, especially when you see something amazing that you want share with someone else. For example, the other day when I was in Surfer's Paradise, I watched the sunset on the beach which was beautiful. As there was no one to say this to (apart from a strange, slightly overweight man doing star jumps, who quite frankly I didn't want to engage in conversation) I just had to take a photo, which is never really the same as seeing the real thing. It can also be quite tiring, especially if you're moving around quite regularly, as in order to make friends you have to make an effort all the time. Not just to be friendly, but to be normal as well!! Its definitely been an effort trying to hide all my quirks that hopefully my friends at home find endearing, but strangers definitely wouldn't. Such as my nack of telling very pointless stories. That certainly does not help on the making new friends front.
Despite this though, there are positives to travelling alone. You get to call the shots and decide where and when you want to go places. There have definitely been some places that I have been glad to move on from, sometimes a bit earlier than intended, where other people might have loved. Its also great because sometimes you just want some alone time, and you can do that without worrying about leaving another person on their own. The main positive though is that being on your own makes you more approachable to other travellers. Even though people told me that loads of people travel alone, I was still surprised at just how many do. I was also surprised that it's usually girls that travel alone, whereas boys tend to travel in pairs (and actually, the ones that travel alone are often a bit strange! Not always though, I must hastily add). As everyone is doing more or less the same route, you keep bumping into the same people in various hostels or on different buses along the way. I seemed to keep bumping into this one couple loads bewteen Byron Bay and Brisbane, and its nice to see a couple of familiar faces, even if you don't even know their names! I have met a couple of really nice people who I know will be in the same place as me at around the same time further up the coast, so its definitely a comfort to know that I'll have someone to hang out with later on.
Its amazing the sorts of friendships you make while your travelling. Most of the time, when you meet people you only ever see them for about two days, but in that time, you can build friendships almost as strong as ones back home (albeit, not as long lasting) mainly because you have to. I have been on a couple of nights out with people I have literally met a couple of hours before, yet once we've all got a couple of drinks down us, it feels as if we've known each other forever. And as quickly as you met them, you move on, with the high possiblilty that you'll never see each other again. It does make a night out a lot more exciting.
I have to say that travelling alone has had its highs and lows. I'm finally getting into the swing of meeting people, and as a result I definitely feel a lot more confident in social situations. I think I'm going to enjoy my next few weeks travelling, but I am most certainly looking forward to getting home and having a more familiar night out with friends I've known longer than an hour!
Friday, 20 May 2011
I come from a land down under. Where beer does flow and men chunder.
I'm in Australia!!! Well I have been for the last two weeks but this is the first chance I have had to actually sit down and write about it. So far I have been to Melbourne, Sydney, Byron Bay and Surfer's Paradise (definitely not what it sounds like...loads of sky scrapers and not many surfers!). Whilst I've been here I have been trying to draw similarities with New Zealand and in fact Ben, who had the pleasure of putting me up in Sydney, asked which I preferred. The answer is that there is no comparison. Both places are so different. New Zealand is all about the scenery whereas here, its all about the surf. Well, surf among other things but the whole way of life is very different here. It's so much more laid back. As far as travelling goes, Australia is definitely more party orientated as well, which is fun but not very good for the purse strings!
So I started my Aussie Experience in Melbourne. It not a big city, but to be fair I didn't spend that much time in the city. Melbourne is the gateway to the Great Ocean Road which is about 300km of scenic coastal driving. I decided this had to be done, so took a day trip which, although provided some great photo ops(especially of the 12 apostles- 12 massive rock formations in the ocean, looks better than it sounds,)was overall slightly disappointing. I mean after a while, each bit of coast line looks much like the next. Definitely not something you need to spend 14 hours looking at! I imagine if you were with some friends and had your own car it would be much more fun, but as it was I was with 14 strangers in a rather uncomfortable mini bus. The next day I took another day trip to Phillip Island which was much better. I got to hand feed some kangaroos ( who are deceptively big and can be slightly terrifying...they have massive feet!), and watch the penguin parade. This is when hundreds of tiny little penguins waddle up the beach after a hard day's fishing. They were so cute! And it was very tempting to smuggle one into my bag. I really don't think anyone would have noticed...
In Sydeny I caught up with Ben and saw all the major sights, including the Opera House, The Bridge and of course Toronga Zoo- the main attraction!! Everything in Sydney is very expensive, in fact its expensive everywhere in Australia. Especially food, which is rather annoying. Apparently its because people get paid so much here. Someone working in McDonalds here can earn about $14 an hour! I am seriously considering moving here permanently! The lifestyle is so different to home especially in Sydney. I think its because although it's a major city, within 10 minutes on the train you can be on a beach. Everyone is so chilled out as a result. I've also noticed that everyone is so fit here! I did the Bondi to Coogee coastal walk which takes you about 1.5km along the coast, passing through different beaches. Almost everybody that passed me was jogging. Most of them men. Most of them topless...yes there's definitely an attraction to living in Australia!
So from Sydney I moved onto Byron Bay ( I survived the 12 hour bus trip) which was good fun- met a lot of people there, had a couple of good nights out- but definitely glad I only stayed for a couple of days. Byron is basically about the beach and the nightlife, and for the two days I was there, it rained almost constantly. Definitely not beach weather. Its pretty much the same here in Surfers' (again, more rain) except there are quite a lot of good shops. Not so great for living on a budget.
I'm moving steadily up the coast and have a few activities planned, namely camping on Fraser Island (don't worry, I opted for the campsite that has a flushing toilet and a shower) and two days sailing the Whitsundays. I'm praying for good weather there though as I imagine two nights on a boat in rough waters could potentially be memorable for all the wrong reasons...
So I started my Aussie Experience in Melbourne. It not a big city, but to be fair I didn't spend that much time in the city. Melbourne is the gateway to the Great Ocean Road which is about 300km of scenic coastal driving. I decided this had to be done, so took a day trip which, although provided some great photo ops(especially of the 12 apostles- 12 massive rock formations in the ocean, looks better than it sounds,)was overall slightly disappointing. I mean after a while, each bit of coast line looks much like the next. Definitely not something you need to spend 14 hours looking at! I imagine if you were with some friends and had your own car it would be much more fun, but as it was I was with 14 strangers in a rather uncomfortable mini bus. The next day I took another day trip to Phillip Island which was much better. I got to hand feed some kangaroos ( who are deceptively big and can be slightly terrifying...they have massive feet!), and watch the penguin parade. This is when hundreds of tiny little penguins waddle up the beach after a hard day's fishing. They were so cute! And it was very tempting to smuggle one into my bag. I really don't think anyone would have noticed...
In Sydeny I caught up with Ben and saw all the major sights, including the Opera House, The Bridge and of course Toronga Zoo- the main attraction!! Everything in Sydney is very expensive, in fact its expensive everywhere in Australia. Especially food, which is rather annoying. Apparently its because people get paid so much here. Someone working in McDonalds here can earn about $14 an hour! I am seriously considering moving here permanently! The lifestyle is so different to home especially in Sydney. I think its because although it's a major city, within 10 minutes on the train you can be on a beach. Everyone is so chilled out as a result. I've also noticed that everyone is so fit here! I did the Bondi to Coogee coastal walk which takes you about 1.5km along the coast, passing through different beaches. Almost everybody that passed me was jogging. Most of them men. Most of them topless...yes there's definitely an attraction to living in Australia!
So from Sydney I moved onto Byron Bay ( I survived the 12 hour bus trip) which was good fun- met a lot of people there, had a couple of good nights out- but definitely glad I only stayed for a couple of days. Byron is basically about the beach and the nightlife, and for the two days I was there, it rained almost constantly. Definitely not beach weather. Its pretty much the same here in Surfers' (again, more rain) except there are quite a lot of good shops. Not so great for living on a budget.
I'm moving steadily up the coast and have a few activities planned, namely camping on Fraser Island (don't worry, I opted for the campsite that has a flushing toilet and a shower) and two days sailing the Whitsundays. I'm praying for good weather there though as I imagine two nights on a boat in rough waters could potentially be memorable for all the wrong reasons...
Friday, 6 May 2011
New Zealand: The Highs. The Lows
I've left the land of the Kiwi's (named after the birds we discovered) and am now officially down under. I thought I'd give a little sum up of the highs and lows of our New Zealand adventure, so...
Highs:
Colin the campervan, of course. It goes without saying that he was the hero of the holiday. So trustworthy, didn't break down once despite the slight battering we gave his left wing mirror.
Location-wise, Queenstown was by far the best place we stayed, purely for its young, lively vibe. The mighty Fergburgers also played a role in shooting this town to number one, along with the teapot cocktails that we slightly regretted the next day. Wellington came a close second though, again for the fact that there was a bit more life in the city and it actually contained more than a petrol station and convenience store.
We saw so many beautiful things, and of all the tourist attractions we visited, Milford Sounds was the one that definitely lived up to the hype. Truly beautiful and so peaceful. The drive to Wanaka was also amazing. The scenery was so dramatic mountains and waterfalls surrounding the road. Incredibly awe inspiring and has actually made me want to sit down and watch Lord of the Rings (possibly even the extended version) which I would never normally contemplate doing.
Lows:
Well the main one was the lack of shower. Going three days without a shower was a novelty at first, but after the third time I just felt disgusting. Also, the stealth missions into hostels just to use the facilities did get rather tiring after a while.
Another low was the weather. Although it didn't rain all the time it was permanently cold, and none of us were really prepared clothes wise. Night times were the worst as Colin literally turned into a freezer- you could see your breath. The weather did add to the atmospheric feel of the place though allowing for some very dramatic photos.
All in all though, the three weeks in New Zealand were really good fun. I would definitely recommend the whole campervanning experience as it makes getting around such a sparsely populated country so much easier. I think the girls would agree with me too.
So now I'm in Australia, starting the next leg of my adventure alone. Don't worry though, I've only been here for one night and have already made a couple of friends and consumed far more alcohol than I ever intended to. I wonder if this is a sign of things to come...
Highs:
Colin the campervan, of course. It goes without saying that he was the hero of the holiday. So trustworthy, didn't break down once despite the slight battering we gave his left wing mirror.
Location-wise, Queenstown was by far the best place we stayed, purely for its young, lively vibe. The mighty Fergburgers also played a role in shooting this town to number one, along with the teapot cocktails that we slightly regretted the next day. Wellington came a close second though, again for the fact that there was a bit more life in the city and it actually contained more than a petrol station and convenience store.
We saw so many beautiful things, and of all the tourist attractions we visited, Milford Sounds was the one that definitely lived up to the hype. Truly beautiful and so peaceful. The drive to Wanaka was also amazing. The scenery was so dramatic mountains and waterfalls surrounding the road. Incredibly awe inspiring and has actually made me want to sit down and watch Lord of the Rings (possibly even the extended version) which I would never normally contemplate doing.
Lows:
Well the main one was the lack of shower. Going three days without a shower was a novelty at first, but after the third time I just felt disgusting. Also, the stealth missions into hostels just to use the facilities did get rather tiring after a while.
Another low was the weather. Although it didn't rain all the time it was permanently cold, and none of us were really prepared clothes wise. Night times were the worst as Colin literally turned into a freezer- you could see your breath. The weather did add to the atmospheric feel of the place though allowing for some very dramatic photos.
All in all though, the three weeks in New Zealand were really good fun. I would definitely recommend the whole campervanning experience as it makes getting around such a sparsely populated country so much easier. I think the girls would agree with me too.
So now I'm in Australia, starting the next leg of my adventure alone. Don't worry though, I've only been here for one night and have already made a couple of friends and consumed far more alcohol than I ever intended to. I wonder if this is a sign of things to come...
Sunday, 1 May 2011
Rule Britannia...
We're coming to the end of our New Zealand Trip with only two more sleeps in Colin the campervan. The last week has been pretty chilled out after the manic driving round South Island to make sure we saw all the top tourist attractions. We have even managed to stay in one place for more than one night!
Our trip to Milford Sounds last Tuesday was lovely: so peaceful, and we had the perfect weather for it, cold but sunny with an incredibly blue sky. I think I almost took more photos on the 2 hour boat trip than I have the whole time I've been in New Zealand! After staying another night in Te Anau (where we were rudely told to move on by some locals, and we defiantly decided to stay put) we moved on to Queenstown and booked into a holiday park for three whole nights! Such luxury. We definitely made the most of the shower facilities that's for sure. Queenstown is very different to most of the other places we've been to in New Zealand. Although still rather small compared to most of the towns and cities in England, it is very vibrant and full of young people. Right up our street. In the winter it is a ski resort, and although we are between seasons it definitely had the apres ski feel (not that I would know, I'm just taking Lottie's word for it!) The first thing we did when we arrived was to try out the legendary Fergburger that the girls had heard so much about in Australia, and it truly was legendary. The burgers themselves were massive, and we made the mistake of ordering fries as well. As a result we could not move for the rest of the day!
My sister and Jason (aka bro-in-law) also happened to be in Queenstown at the same time as us so came along to see what living out the back of a van was like. They were considerably better dressed for the weather than we were with warm jumpers and thick coats which were definitely needed in the freezing temperatures (it got down to minus 2 at one point- not the sort of temperatures I had in mind for my sunny round the world trip). I think they were pretty glad of the comforts of their motel once they had seen the pig sty we have been living in!
Whilst we were in Queenstown, one of the most important events the world had seen this decade, nay century occurred. That is of course, the Royal wedding of Prince William and Kate Middleton. And although we were, of course, not in the homeland, we weren't going to let that stop us getting all patriotic and teary eyed. Our original plan was to buy some scones, drink tea and generally be very British in the back of our van. Apparently though, the Kiwi's don't have the same passion for scones as we do and we couldn't really find any that were up to scratch. Instead we thought, sod it, why not? Lets go for another Fergburger. Let's unite the Kiwi traditions with British, afterall we both share the Queen as our Head of State. So that's what we did. This time I opted for for a Southern Swine burger, which had bacon as well as beef. I'm not sure this made it anymore British, but I like to think it did. We settled down in our campervan at 19:30 New Zealand time and did not move until gone 1 am, except for a tactical toilet break just before Kate emerged from the Rolls Royce, looking stunning of course. The New Zealand news channel covering the wedding actually broadcast the BBC coverage so thankfully Huw was able to lead through the events beautifully. It was a great night, and after the coverage was over, we all plotted how to snare Harry. If Kate the commoner can do it, why can't we. So once we return to England we are all going to be stalking Harry's every move.
Anyway, after the excitement of the wedding was over we headed to Lake Tekapo for a couple of days. The thing we have found about New Zealand is how small everywhere is. On the map, they fool you into thinking these places are going to be massive by writing the names in bold lettering. In reality, most of these places are simply a few coffee shops, a convenience store and a petrol station. There isn't even anywhere to buy clean knickers! Nightmare. I have to say, as much as I have enjoyed spending the last two and a half weeks with trusty Colin, when we had to undertake another stealth operation to shower in the local YHA which was tiny and therefore made it very obvious we were intruders, I realised, I cannot wait to stay somewhere where you can just roll straight out of bed and into a shower. I'm also looking forward to somewhere that doesn't rock violently when someone turns over in the night. Thanks Colin, for your trusty service, but I'm kind of looking forward to saying goodbye to you. Sorry.
Our trip to Milford Sounds last Tuesday was lovely: so peaceful, and we had the perfect weather for it, cold but sunny with an incredibly blue sky. I think I almost took more photos on the 2 hour boat trip than I have the whole time I've been in New Zealand! After staying another night in Te Anau (where we were rudely told to move on by some locals, and we defiantly decided to stay put) we moved on to Queenstown and booked into a holiday park for three whole nights! Such luxury. We definitely made the most of the shower facilities that's for sure. Queenstown is very different to most of the other places we've been to in New Zealand. Although still rather small compared to most of the towns and cities in England, it is very vibrant and full of young people. Right up our street. In the winter it is a ski resort, and although we are between seasons it definitely had the apres ski feel (not that I would know, I'm just taking Lottie's word for it!) The first thing we did when we arrived was to try out the legendary Fergburger that the girls had heard so much about in Australia, and it truly was legendary. The burgers themselves were massive, and we made the mistake of ordering fries as well. As a result we could not move for the rest of the day!
My sister and Jason (aka bro-in-law) also happened to be in Queenstown at the same time as us so came along to see what living out the back of a van was like. They were considerably better dressed for the weather than we were with warm jumpers and thick coats which were definitely needed in the freezing temperatures (it got down to minus 2 at one point- not the sort of temperatures I had in mind for my sunny round the world trip). I think they were pretty glad of the comforts of their motel once they had seen the pig sty we have been living in!
Whilst we were in Queenstown, one of the most important events the world had seen this decade, nay century occurred. That is of course, the Royal wedding of Prince William and Kate Middleton. And although we were, of course, not in the homeland, we weren't going to let that stop us getting all patriotic and teary eyed. Our original plan was to buy some scones, drink tea and generally be very British in the back of our van. Apparently though, the Kiwi's don't have the same passion for scones as we do and we couldn't really find any that were up to scratch. Instead we thought, sod it, why not? Lets go for another Fergburger. Let's unite the Kiwi traditions with British, afterall we both share the Queen as our Head of State. So that's what we did. This time I opted for for a Southern Swine burger, which had bacon as well as beef. I'm not sure this made it anymore British, but I like to think it did. We settled down in our campervan at 19:30 New Zealand time and did not move until gone 1 am, except for a tactical toilet break just before Kate emerged from the Rolls Royce, looking stunning of course. The New Zealand news channel covering the wedding actually broadcast the BBC coverage so thankfully Huw was able to lead through the events beautifully. It was a great night, and after the coverage was over, we all plotted how to snare Harry. If Kate the commoner can do it, why can't we. So once we return to England we are all going to be stalking Harry's every move.
Anyway, after the excitement of the wedding was over we headed to Lake Tekapo for a couple of days. The thing we have found about New Zealand is how small everywhere is. On the map, they fool you into thinking these places are going to be massive by writing the names in bold lettering. In reality, most of these places are simply a few coffee shops, a convenience store and a petrol station. There isn't even anywhere to buy clean knickers! Nightmare. I have to say, as much as I have enjoyed spending the last two and a half weeks with trusty Colin, when we had to undertake another stealth operation to shower in the local YHA which was tiny and therefore made it very obvious we were intruders, I realised, I cannot wait to stay somewhere where you can just roll straight out of bed and into a shower. I'm also looking forward to somewhere that doesn't rock violently when someone turns over in the night. Thanks Colin, for your trusty service, but I'm kind of looking forward to saying goodbye to you. Sorry.
Sunday, 24 April 2011
A Basic Guide to Campervanning
We arrived in South Island early Friday morning and have already covered quite a lot of ground. Literally. On Friday we drove to Abel Tasman National Park which was very picturesque. Very much 'picture postcard' land. We got a sea taxi around some of the coastline, and saw some seals before bing dropped at one of the beaches so we were able to walk back to the campervan. It was an 8 mile walk. I haven't walked that much in a long time, but actually it wasn't too bad. We did it in just over 3 hours. I like to think that was a record, though in reality probably far from it. We've also visited some caves and a glacier, but the weather has been pretty bad so we didn't actually get to see much of the glacier. Everyone says its 'spectacular' though, so I suppose we'll just have to believe them.
Since this is a campervanning holiday, I suppose I should talk a bit about life on the road. It's great. Really great, as it means we have complete freedom to just take off and leave a place on the spur of the moment if the weather is crap (which we've been doing quite a lot lately). The only time it gets a bit dodgy is when we have to find somewhere to park up for the night. Because we have a toilet and cooking facilities in our van, we are able to freedom camp, i.e park up wherever we like, unless it says otherwise. This has resulted in us staying in a wide variety of places, some lovely, some not so. So since we've arrived, we've stayed in two campervcan sights- lovely but we had to pay, down by a river- free but very cold, a pay and display carpark- that was a bizarre experience- and also a couple of roadsides. On Friday night, we decided to freedom camp on a lay-by on a mountain road, just outside the caves we were planning to visit. When we pulled up, I have to say I was slightly reluctant to stop, as it had all the makings of a horror movie...four girls, alone, on top of a mountain....great. We managed to shake of the fear, although when Vicky and I had to go out to turn the gas supply off, it was quite terrifying...it was literally pitch black . I don't think I've experienced darkness like it before! After that little expedition, our evening of horror took a turn for the worse. At about midnight, a massive storm started. There were gale force winds and torrential rain. At several points throughout the night we genuinely thought the campervan would topple over. We were also worried, because none of us could remember whether we had parked at the edge of a cliff...definitely something you should check before pulling up for the night! We managed to survive the trauma, however the weather has sadly not improved much.
Aside from the occasional scary nights on the streets, the whole campervanning experience is great. It means we can spend whole days in our pyjamas if we like, as a lot of the time we are just driving. We do in fact do this quite a lot. I'm actually surpised at how quickly I've let myself go, especially as the only people I see are the girls I'm travelling with. Most of the places we go are so remote that you're lucky to see a sheep let alone anyone who might judge your hygiene! I stopped wearing make up after the first day, and dry shampoo is my new best friend. I haven't showered in 3 days, and you know what I'm fine with it. In fact, bring on day 4! Judge me all you like, but it's so easy to do! The whole living in pyjamas did get me into trouble last night however. When we arrived at Franz Josef, Vicky and I went in search of a payphone and thought we'd try the pub across the road. Unfortunately it wasn't until I had walked through the door that I remembered I was wearing my pj's, and by that I don't mean a pair of old trackies that could pass for day wear, no I mean polka dots! And to make matters worse, the pub we walked into was really busy and filled with mildly attractive men. Mortifying! We quickly established there was no pay phone, and got out of there... maybe no one noticed?
Anyway, we're on the road for the next few days as we make our way down to Milford Sounds. I cannot actually convey to you all in words how beautiful this country is. All afternoon we've been driving through massive valleys surrounded by huge tree covered mountains, with mist lingering around them. The views are literally breathtaking. I had to give up taking photographs as I just wanted to take one every corner we turned (and the roads are very winding!). It also feels so vast as there popultaion is so small. You can drive for miles without seeing any sign of civiliztion, you meet another car maybe once every twenty minutes and you can drive for a good hour without seeing a road sign. This can be quite disconcerting as often we wonder if we're driving the right way, but most of the time there is only one road we can follow. I expect we'll have maybe more amazing drives over the next few days. I can't wait.
Since this is a campervanning holiday, I suppose I should talk a bit about life on the road. It's great. Really great, as it means we have complete freedom to just take off and leave a place on the spur of the moment if the weather is crap (which we've been doing quite a lot lately). The only time it gets a bit dodgy is when we have to find somewhere to park up for the night. Because we have a toilet and cooking facilities in our van, we are able to freedom camp, i.e park up wherever we like, unless it says otherwise. This has resulted in us staying in a wide variety of places, some lovely, some not so. So since we've arrived, we've stayed in two campervcan sights- lovely but we had to pay, down by a river- free but very cold, a pay and display carpark- that was a bizarre experience- and also a couple of roadsides. On Friday night, we decided to freedom camp on a lay-by on a mountain road, just outside the caves we were planning to visit. When we pulled up, I have to say I was slightly reluctant to stop, as it had all the makings of a horror movie...four girls, alone, on top of a mountain....great. We managed to shake of the fear, although when Vicky and I had to go out to turn the gas supply off, it was quite terrifying...it was literally pitch black . I don't think I've experienced darkness like it before! After that little expedition, our evening of horror took a turn for the worse. At about midnight, a massive storm started. There were gale force winds and torrential rain. At several points throughout the night we genuinely thought the campervan would topple over. We were also worried, because none of us could remember whether we had parked at the edge of a cliff...definitely something you should check before pulling up for the night! We managed to survive the trauma, however the weather has sadly not improved much.
Aside from the occasional scary nights on the streets, the whole campervanning experience is great. It means we can spend whole days in our pyjamas if we like, as a lot of the time we are just driving. We do in fact do this quite a lot. I'm actually surpised at how quickly I've let myself go, especially as the only people I see are the girls I'm travelling with. Most of the places we go are so remote that you're lucky to see a sheep let alone anyone who might judge your hygiene! I stopped wearing make up after the first day, and dry shampoo is my new best friend. I haven't showered in 3 days, and you know what I'm fine with it. In fact, bring on day 4! Judge me all you like, but it's so easy to do! The whole living in pyjamas did get me into trouble last night however. When we arrived at Franz Josef, Vicky and I went in search of a payphone and thought we'd try the pub across the road. Unfortunately it wasn't until I had walked through the door that I remembered I was wearing my pj's, and by that I don't mean a pair of old trackies that could pass for day wear, no I mean polka dots! And to make matters worse, the pub we walked into was really busy and filled with mildly attractive men. Mortifying! We quickly established there was no pay phone, and got out of there... maybe no one noticed?
Anyway, we're on the road for the next few days as we make our way down to Milford Sounds. I cannot actually convey to you all in words how beautiful this country is. All afternoon we've been driving through massive valleys surrounded by huge tree covered mountains, with mist lingering around them. The views are literally breathtaking. I had to give up taking photographs as I just wanted to take one every corner we turned (and the roads are very winding!). It also feels so vast as there popultaion is so small. You can drive for miles without seeing any sign of civiliztion, you meet another car maybe once every twenty minutes and you can drive for a good hour without seeing a road sign. This can be quite disconcerting as often we wonder if we're driving the right way, but most of the time there is only one road we can follow. I expect we'll have maybe more amazing drives over the next few days. I can't wait.
Tuesday, 19 April 2011
Land of the Kiwi...fruits?
I arrived in Auckland on Friday and had my first ever hostel experience which was mildly terrifying. When I arrived I was shown to my room (nice but very tiny) where someone was still in bed, which was fine but I didn't really know what to do, so I just grabbed some fresh clothes and darted out the door. I managed to make it into Auckland city centre but realised I had no idea what to do once there as I had left the trusty Lonely Planet Guide behind in my panic to get out of the hostel. Luckily the main tourist attraction in Auckland is very visible- the Sky Tower, which is by far the biggest building in the city. Once at the top the views were amazing, not only of the beautiful landscape, but also of people doing the terrifying Sky Tower drop. This basically involved lowering a poor soul down in front of the viewing tower for everyone to gawk at and holding them there a few moments before dropping them to the ground. Rather them than me! Pretty soon after this I headed back to the hostel and managed to survive the night pretty unscathed.
On Saturday I met up with the girls (Vicky, Lottie and Hannah) and we picked up the campervan- our home for the next three weeks. It was a very exciting moment, well documented with plenty of photos. I'm actually pretty impressed the campervan: much better than I imagined. Its small and compact but surprisingly roomy and fits us all in pretty comfortably. Even the toilet is not too gross, although we had to empty it for the first time yesterday. Not an experience I am looking forward to repeating, though we will have to. I'm definitely learning to love public toilets!
So since we've been in New Zealand we have done a whistle stop tour through North Island. From Auckland we went to Rotoroua- a town famous for its Mauri heritage and thermal springs, which makes it lovely but very smelly. The thermal springs emit a Sulphorous gas which smells of eggs. Delightful. ALthough it is supposed to be very good for your skin. Apparently staying in the town for the day is like having a mini facial!
On Monday we were in Taupo which is home to the biggest lake in North Island (possibly New Zealand? Will have to consult Lonely Planet for this though). Vicky and Lottie did a bungy jump here- the highest water touch bungy in the world. Lottie touched the water, Vicky was fully emersed! Hannah and I refrained from the excitement, instead taking the role of photographers, very unsuccessfully. The weather here has been very unpredictable, much like England. It was freezing yesterday and absolutely tipping it down, which luckily didn't ruin our plans to visit the outdoor thermal pools in the afternoon which were lovely. Today has been brighter and warmer as we've headed to Wellington, but we've been told to make the most of it as the weather is only going to get colder as we head further south. Apparently there is snow in Queenstown already, but hopefully it will be gone by the time we arrive next week. I left England for some sun, but apparently you can escape the country, but you can't escape the weather!
On Saturday I met up with the girls (Vicky, Lottie and Hannah) and we picked up the campervan- our home for the next three weeks. It was a very exciting moment, well documented with plenty of photos. I'm actually pretty impressed the campervan: much better than I imagined. Its small and compact but surprisingly roomy and fits us all in pretty comfortably. Even the toilet is not too gross, although we had to empty it for the first time yesterday. Not an experience I am looking forward to repeating, though we will have to. I'm definitely learning to love public toilets!
So since we've been in New Zealand we have done a whistle stop tour through North Island. From Auckland we went to Rotoroua- a town famous for its Mauri heritage and thermal springs, which makes it lovely but very smelly. The thermal springs emit a Sulphorous gas which smells of eggs. Delightful. ALthough it is supposed to be very good for your skin. Apparently staying in the town for the day is like having a mini facial!
On Monday we were in Taupo which is home to the biggest lake in North Island (possibly New Zealand? Will have to consult Lonely Planet for this though). Vicky and Lottie did a bungy jump here- the highest water touch bungy in the world. Lottie touched the water, Vicky was fully emersed! Hannah and I refrained from the excitement, instead taking the role of photographers, very unsuccessfully. The weather here has been very unpredictable, much like England. It was freezing yesterday and absolutely tipping it down, which luckily didn't ruin our plans to visit the outdoor thermal pools in the afternoon which were lovely. Today has been brighter and warmer as we've headed to Wellington, but we've been told to make the most of it as the weather is only going to get colder as we head further south. Apparently there is snow in Queenstown already, but hopefully it will be gone by the time we arrive next week. I left England for some sun, but apparently you can escape the country, but you can't escape the weather!
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