Rotorua, New Plymouth, Whanganui, Lower Hutt
World Trip Two
Monday, April 6, 2009: Auckland-Rotorua, New Zealand
The monster truck.
Spent the morning at the campervan (RV) check-in office; they were disorganized
and had many customers waiting in a long line. We must have spent four hours there. But eventually, we had our enormous truck and were driving down the left-hand side of the road on our way.
The van was much bigger than I had imagined it would be, but it has a TV, DVD,
microwave, stove, toaster oven, toilet, shower, and three double beds, so I guess
it has to be big.
There are not only lots of sheep but cows too, in New Zealand.
The drive to Rotorua was a learning experience. Julia and I split the two-hour
and thirty-minute drive and both had to get used to the length of the truck. Strangely, getting used to driving on the left-hand side of the road again was not a problem for either of us.
But maneuvering the monster truck was indeed daunting. We arrived at the RV park
in Rotorua with no mishaps and in time to take a short walk into town before
dinner. We used the kitchen in the monster truck and made a wonderful dinner,
drank some lovely wine, and went to bed dreaming of electric sheep. (You have to
be a fan of the film Blade Runner.)
Rotorua Video
Tuesday, April 7, 2009: Rotorua-New Plymouth, New Zealand
A vista from Rotorua.
We drove from the eastern side of the North Island to the west coast. What
fantastic scenery we saw! New Zealand has very dense subtropical rainforests, and in them are ferns that grow
to the size of tall trees. We drove past beautiful rivers, cliffs of pumice
stone, and rolling green fields full of cattle and sheep.
It was a long drive but well worth it. When we finally reached the west coast, it
began to rain. This made driving the monster truck even more difficult, but the
reward was the amazing views of the Tasman Sea.
An unexpected beauty spot.
We arrived at New Plymouth in time to take a walk along a black sand beach. We
made the trek between rain showers, and it was sure worth the possibility of
getting wet.
The wind was blowing at 40 mph, and the sea air revived us both. We returned to
the monster truck, made dinner, and slept in our aluminum box with the rain and
the wind howling outside - but glad of it.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009: New Plymouth-Whanganui, New Zealand
The sleepy hollow of Stratford upon New Zealand.
We drove only two hours today and will try not to drive more than this for the
rest of the trip now. Yesterday we drove for 4.5 hours, and it did not agree with our rather laid-back natures.
If we drive for two hours, it also gives us more time in the day to hike.
This is exactly what we did today when we arrived at Whanganui River Campground.
New Zealand is a very friendly place, full of friendly people and animals. But
the downside of all this friendliness is that most towns are not much more than a little country village. I guess when you have a country the size of
Great Britain, with only 4 million Kiwis in it, you could not expect much less
than friendly. New Zealanders like to project an image of excitement and
thrills; let's face it, they did invent the bungee jump. But my view is this is
all a front. Mainly, they are a quiet and mostly gracious people.
A friendly duck.
From Julia: Impressions of Whanganui
(actually everywhere so far): no spiders, very neat gardens and houses like small California bungalows, helpful
and cheerful people, general wellbeing and happiness, no obvious poverty; lots
of farms, happy cows resting in open fields, rainforest, wilderness, and few people per square mile.
The roads are empty, the food is good, and all is lush, green, and content. I
like it.
David feels a rant coming on, so here's over to him (maybe the excellent Viognier
Shiraz blend is stimulating the grey cells).
The friendly rainbow-filled land of New Zealand.
Unlike Australia and the United States, which both did a thorough job of
exterminating their indigenous inhabitants, New Zealand seems to have avoided
this. The Maori people seem to have not only integrated but highly influenced the current modern culture.
The Maori language is taught in schools as a second language, the faces of the
people reflect the success of their integration, and finally, the land is completely without the hatred found in places like South Africa. Of course, South Africa is the exact opposite of New Zealand's success in this regard, being a country with generations of horror and hatred sown into its fabric. Rant over.
Thursday, April 9, 2009: Whanganui-Lower Hutt, New Zealand
Julia keeping a stiff upper lip.
Poor little Julia; the day before we left on our trip, she decided to work in our
garden. The poor darling found a large bush of poison oak. In her normal way, she fought a fierce battle against the wayward weed.
But alas, even with all the protective measures she took, the noxious plant won out and imparted its poison
all over her arms and legs. It took four days for its full effect to make itself
known, but now poor dear Julia is covered with nasty welts and swellings. Not a
good start to our trip around the world and our honeymoon.
Trip Stats
Miles Flown: 7,111
Miles Hiked: 22
Miles Driven: 567