March 17, 2006
My father had been there in the military once. He brought back a sheepskin rug and a box full of New Zealand butter. In my memory, that remains the best tasting butter I have ever tried.
Maybe you're tired of holiday posts, and heck I'm tired of writing them and even had another post I wrote on the train yesterday that was going to go up, but I have to say this-it's almost impossible for me to write up a post about New Zealand anyway. It's a huge haze of memories, most of them sticking me in the heart. It seems a million years since I was there and yet it was less than a week ago. I expected to like New Zealand. I didn't expect to feel the way I do.
I feel absolutely and completely in love with New Zealand.
It was without question the greatest holiday I have ever had, in a place that I love unreservedly. I want to move there, and maybe someday (years down the line) we will. I felt completely comfortable there, in a land where the mountains fall into the sea, in the land where we swim with dolphins and seals, in the land where even the immigrations and customs staff are kind and friendly.
I didn't want to come home, but there you have it. We are already talking about next year's holiday, and hot on the tip of my tongue is New Zealand.
So this post isn't going to be a play-by-play of the holiday. It's a collection of memories, all of which taste sweeter than the one before it. Here it is.
We only had 7 days in New Zealand and we decided not to be stupid about that time, so we focused only on the northern tip of the South Island. We landed in Christchurch and drove to Kaikoura in our rental care, a 4wd Mitsubishi something or other, and stayed in amazement at our hotel, which lingered with a view that made my eyes burn with delight.
The next morning we got onto a boat wearing wet suits 5 mm thick and swam with seals in water so cold it took your breath away for a damn long time. This is only one of four spots in the world where you can swim with them, and the only one that you can swim Great White Shark-free. The seals dove off the rocks and swam beneath and around us, their enormous puppy dog eyes peering up at us, their mouths barking with laughter. The little fuckers are cute, fast, and unbelievably huge.
The next day we woke up at 5 am to swim with the dolphins. Kaikoura is placed right off of a huge shelf in the ocean, a trench teeming with rich life. They have whales, orcas seals, and above all the dusky dolphin, which is known as the Acrobat of the Sea. Jeff decided the water was too cold for him so he watched from the boat, but Melissa, Angus and I decided to go for it and thus at 6 am with the dawn breaking above us we were thrown into the water and into a pod of around 50-100 dusky dolphins leaping and bouncing around the boat.
When I got into the water it was so cold I went numb. I gasped in pure shock as the team on the boat shouted to me to remember to hum-dolphins love the sound of it and swim closer to investigate. My mind was absolutely and completely blank and I raced to think of a song, any song, I just needed to hum through my snorkel. My mind latched onto one and for the next freezing cold hour it was all I sang.
My choice? Deck the Halls. No, I don't know why either.
I hummed it, and you know? The team on the boat were right. Dolphins dove around me, circled me, checked me out. I kept humming and stared them right in the eyes as their bodies curved around me, their mouths open with laughter. It was so surreal, so unbelievable, so completely fantastic that I never wanted to get out of the water. I forgot the cold, Melissa and Angus forgot the cold, and we snorkled with the most remarkable creatures I have ever seen. From time to time I would raise my head above the water and just laugh, and I didn't know why.
When I dream sometimes I still feel like I am turning in circles in the water, the dolphin bodies just at my fingertips.
We bought a few things in Kaikoura-T-shirts, a few prints. I bought two amazing and kooky vases that I love completely, one of which Angus has agreed to turn into a light for our new hallway. I hand-carried those vases all the way home just to make sure they'd be ok. They make me think of Dr. Seuss, and they will always smell of Kaikoura to me.
The next day we drove to Nelson. We stopped at an antique store on the way, where Angus saw a 1920's Art Deco lamp that stopped his heart (he would eventually come home with two Art Deco lamps for our new home). We bought it, along with a 1930's clock that I adored. The cost of the two of them were a fraction of what we would pay in England for the same things. We checked into our guest house in the old area of Nelson, and it was hands-down the best place we have ever stayed in, ever. It beat every five star hotel, every hotel with service up to the eyeballs. It was the single greatest place in the world.
The view from the balcony was stunning.
It had retained all of the early 1900's features, including a massive bathtub whose window opened out onto a view of the water. I couldn't resist, and had a bath every night with the window open, blowing cool sea air onto my back.
We were so happy.
The next day we took a SkyWire ride, which is the equivalent of a ski lift whizzing you at top speeds way above the valley. It was an exhiliarating blast, and since we were the last family of the day the operator was a sweetie and let us do it twice.
There were of course a lot of sheep as per the stereotype (that said there were many deer farms, cattle farms, and others so the distribution of farm animals was pretty much even), which we thought were very cute (black sheep are my favorite. Naturally.)
We walked through a market and bought a few things, we ate a fabulous Asian meal. We took it easy and relaxed, and we took time to note the sunsets.
There were always amazing sunsets.
The last day we drove into the hills and had lunch in the sun at a vineyard called Moutere Hills, which will reign in my heart forever. I didn't want to leave, I was so content to sit in the sun, the sound of a folk group playing live music in the background, and nurse my one glass of wine.
When we left it was to sadness. We didn't want to go, we wanted at least one more week there. The flights home were long and arduous and I watched the Lord of the Rings trilogy again just for the backdrop. When we arrived at Heathrow the real world caught up with us-one of Angus' beloved antique lamps had been crushed to bits, and with sorrow we have to claim the money as the beautiful piece is no more (it was quite large and thus was checked. It was packed many times over and labelled "fragile" so of course it was probably treated like a football).
I was so happy in New Zealand.
The 35 hours in transit were worth every single moment just so I can hold those memories sacred.
So now I'm home and the slide show comes to an end. Thank you, and the exits are to the left and the rear.
-H.
PS-more on Flickr as a set of pics has been uploaded.
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