Wednesday, February 11, 2015

A wee bit of plonk


After the rigors of the QC Track and ahead of the asceticism of my upcoming wellness retreat, it seemed some indulgence was in order…and whaddaya know, New Zealand wine country just happen to lay between the two.  










Hans Herzog's pinot gris: as you can tell by looking at it, this is definitely not your ordinary PG -- heaven in a glass! 














Long the HH flagship wine: Spirit of Marlborough, a heady blend of merlot & cabernet franc, "lavishly rich yet elegant"...Bordeaux on the Rapaura!

Monday, February 9, 2015

On the QCT


Five days tramping the 71-kilometer Queen Charlotte Track in the Marlborough Sounds 


Here we go! 
on a so-called Freedom Walk: alone, unguided, left to my own devices – but not without the support of a tour company which, besides arranging logistics, provides an indispensable service along the way: 

Luggage transfer each day by boat





This meant I only had to carry a daypack with enough water and other essentials to get me to that night’s lodging – brilliant!










Phenomenal views in every direction! 
















No camping for yours truly... 











Delicious NZ green-lipped mussels harvested straight out of the bays I was admiring all day – doesn’t get any fresher than that

Day 2: Hiking sleeveless...

...and in shorts in February -- sweet as!



 




















No, it's not the Caribbean...
...gorgeous Kenepuru Sound

Trampers Wool – ingenious!  Stuff a wad in your sock as soon as you sense a hot spot.  I’m going to export a boatload of this to Switzerland!

Cold beer never tastes so good as after a hot day of outdoor exertion
 
What a difference a shift in wind direction makes!  Overnight a strong southwesterly blew, at times up to gale force; in NZ when the wind comes from the SW, that means it comes from Antarctica….
Day 3 dawned grey and cold -- brrrrr! 
But it was supposed to be dry...

At least I'm getting use out of this gear I schlepped halfway around the world

Into every great adventure a little rain must fall ;-)















Even in these conditions, the vistas were awe-inspiring
 
And it cleared some just as I reached the lookout

This was the most strenuous day: 25 km of undulating terrain over 8 hours…
Crutches threefold: poles, Camelbak, iPod

















50 km down, only 21 more to go
Looking as beat as I feel

 

















Day 4: rest, recuperation,
and reflection














Last day on the track -- feeling really strong





So sorry to see it come to an end!

Sunday, February 1, 2015

South Island whirlwind


Right.  After three and a half weeks of reveling in the cool, happening vibe of Ponsonby, I’m off tomorrow on a four-week tour of the South Island.   Making a huge loop and hitting many of NZ’s highlights. Many, but by far not all (not even in a month) – the list of must-see, gotta-do, don’t-miss attractions is endless.

I’ve come up with a strong program that acknowledges the general consensus of the travel universe: New Zealand is simply the non plus ultra for nature lovers and  “possibly the world’s most scenically diverse island” (says lonely planet).  And at the same time it will be, insofar as feasible, true to my style:  chuck the guidebook, stay far from the madding crowds, avoid the well-trodden paths, and meet as many locals as possible. 

It will include quintessential Kiwi experiences (tons of tramping, vineyard visits); gawking at gorgeous landscapes and natural wonders (islands, harbors, coastlines, lakes, mountains, waterfalls, fjords, glaciers, beaches); accommodation in lodges, chalets, hostels, B&Bs, cottages, retreats, homestays; and pretty much every available mode of motorized transportation (ferry, train, bus, car, cruise ship, prop plane, jet). 

And I’ll tell you what it most definitely DOES NOT include: no jumping off of or out of anything with a rubber band around my ankles.  Sorry, Raphael, your mom’s a wuss.

My posts during this time will be primarily pictorial.  Hope you’ll enjoy them and, as always, I’m honored to have you along for the ride!   



Thursday, January 29, 2015

No yesterdays on the road


When you’re traveling, you are what you are – or what you choose to be – right then and there.  This is the beauty, the liberty, the appeal of being in a place where nobody knows you.  People you meet on the road have no idea of your past achievements or failures, glories or hurts, talents or neuroses, status or possessions or lack thereof and usually don’t give a damn about them, either. 

You will be neither lauded nor judged for all that went before.  By the time future you rolls around, you’ll be long gone.  This makes living in the present infinitely easier, not having to conform to others’ expectations based on previous prejudices. Unless you decide to unburden yourself and/or toot your own horn (both obnoxious and inadvisable social maneuvers) the world will see only the you of that day.  So who do you really want to put forward? 

Went out to Waiheke Island the other day to see “New Zealand’s premier outdoor contemporary sculpture exhibition” – cool works in a beautiful setting:


















One piece in particular spoke to me (text from the catalog):   

First Step to Existentialism
Christian Nicolson

STOP. This is really important. Have you flossed today? Do you buy free range? In life we are faced with decisions constantly. Some big, some small. We are forever processing information. How do we choose to do what we do? Is it easier to do what is expected of us?



I believe in doing the right thing whenever possible.  But sometimes it’s more complicated than that. Sometimes it’s a matter of not doing the wrong thing.  Is the right thing the wrong thing? Is the wrong thing the right thing? It’s a judgment call. Sometimes that takes courage. Don’t forget who you are. You’re a fully-fledged human being. 

Ok the light is green now, you can probably go. But don’t listen to me. What would I know? 

Of course, this journey of mine has been one big pause button on the existential mp4 player.  I stopped the relentless projection of my life and have spent these six months rewinding, replaying, sometimes even fast-forwarding, while trying my best to take full, life-affirming advantage of the moment. 
My point being (I think) that the traffic light up on the big screen has gone from red to yellow and is clearly turning green; ok, some days it’s flashing a pretty strong caution signal but all in all, I feel it’s time to move ahead.  
Yikes, there must be something about having a birthday that makes me so contemplative…and on that note, how I wish there were no tomorrows, either!