I’ve long held two ambitions. The first: to return to Australia before this decade is out. The second: to welcome in a New Year on Sydney Harbour before I turn 30.
Having arranged my flights into and out of New Zealand before I had decided upon a full itinerary — departing from Wellington rather than an airport further south — meant I had little time to really explore the South Island.
The same could be said of my experience of the North Island too. After just a day and a half in Auckland, I caught the TranzScenic Overlander rail service to Wellington, quickly by-passing much of the North Island in order to reach it’s southerly tip later that day.
Sadly this was my only opportunity to travel by rail on this trip. Although much of the landscape wasn’t as impressive as I had hoped for, the train did cross several large ravines; the engineering required to do so almost as impressive as the views it allowed for. The ‘Railway Pie’ described with such romance in the on-board menu — while incredibly tasty — was, as I later found out, just a plain old ‘Mince Pie’ on the Overlander’s sister service, The Interislander ferry. The power of marketing!
Staying in Wellington that evening gave me my first taste of full-on hostel living. I arrived to be met with a note and a door key, and a close-knit community of backpackers, most of whom were German speaking (a common aspect of this trip). And yes, the mannequin head poking out of a hole in the shower room ceiling did make me jump.
I had that evening to venture round the city, but was shocked to find that very few places remained open past 6 o’clock. I later transpired that most of Wellington’s night life is concentrated around the Courtenay district rather than the CBD.
Compared to Auckland, my initial take on Wellington was that if felt more Asian that it’s northerly counterpart, although this may have something to do with it’s situation — perched on land reclaimed from the harbour and sat before steep green hillside, it almost looked like a smaller version of Hong Kong. After spending the following morning exploring the city’s rejuvenated waterfront, I headed to the ferry terminal to catch the Interislander to Picton and the South Island.
Picton is a small yet picturesque town at the foot of Queen Charlotte Sound, and I imagine its population doubles on the arrival of each ferry. Those who choose to holiday in this area typically use it as a base to explore the Marlborough Sounds. I was only here for the evening, so unable to see as much of these sea-drowned valleys as I would have liked. I did get a small taste of the area by walking along the short Bob’s Bay Track out to an isolated cove, before grabbing a bite to eat on a converted war ship, the A.S. Echo.
The next day, after grabbing some brunch in one of the many cafes that line the high street (taking the opportunity to sample another Flat White to which I had now become accustomed), I caught an Intercity coach heading west to Nelson where I would be spending Christmas.
On first glance, Nelson didn’t seem to have much to offer, however further inspection revealed this not to be the case. Its most notable sight is that of Christ Church Cathedral with its tall, yet rather fragile looking bell tower. The building was meant to be a grand and imposing affair, but after years remaining half complete and facing budget constraints, the design was heavily modified so that the building could finally open fully in 1965. The modern bell tower and the beautiful stained glass windows are possibly the only redeeming features, yet I defy you to find another cathedral quite like it. I certainly found the combination of old and new architectural styles intriguing.
Nelson also claims to be geographical centre of New Zealand. With an appropriate marker at the top of a small hill next to the Botanic Gardens, it commands beautiful views across the city, Tasman Bay and the surrounding area, as well as the 13km long thin stretch of rocky substrate — the Boulder Bank — which settled just off the coastline.
There is a whole other side to Nelson that could easily be missed should you not travel south along State Highway 6 towards Tahunanui Beach. This road runs along Nelson’s Waterfront and is home to a number of small cafes and restaurants. The best known of these is The Boat Shed, a small restaurant clinging to the roadside and perched on several stilts. Luckily I grabbed a one of the few remaining seats at the crowded bar, and after sampling the menu, can’t recommend this establishment highly enough.
Perhaps the highlight of my time in Nelson (and possibly my entire time in New Zealand) was watching the sun set over Abel Tasman National Park from my distant view point on Tahunanui Beach. The photo above — as is usually the case — fails to capture the true spectacle, yet thankfully the memories survive. This beautiful vista was perhaps only matched by the day I actually spent in the park. Kayaking around a small part of the coastline meant I could see much of its wildlife close up, and was a real treat.
The hostel I stayed at in Nelson is also worthy of special mention. Called The Custom House, this should give you a clue to its original use and perhaps its location; about 20 minutes walk from the CBD and situated right next to a container port. Some may see this as a disadvantage, but it is much closer to Tahunanui Beach than any of the hostels based in the city.
Opened in 2007 it has yet to be listed in Lonely Planet or Rough Guide which has an obvious impact on the number of people who decide to stay here. I had a 6-bed dorm all to myself and was surprised by just how few were staying in the hostel. Personally I couldn’t have been more impressed; be it the quality of the accommodation, the incredible hospitality of the owner or just the amazing value. Upon arrival my $140 NZD 4-night stay was reduced to just $100 NZD, a real bargain!
Whenever I mentioned the low numbers, the owner seemed convinced that patronage would increase the next day, but I couldn’t help but think he was deceiving himself (numbers were still low when I left). I truly hope his prediction turned out to be correct, else this is likely to remain Nelson’s best kept secret.
I hoped that almost missing my flight would be the worst my trip to New Zealand would have to offer, but thanks to overzealous immigration officials at LAX, that was nothing but a minor blip.
Before the tan disappears I’d like to record my short journey across New Zealand and Australia. So over the next few days, I’ll describe how I ended the decade down-under.
Wellington will remain the most memorable stop on my brief tour of New Zealand, although perhaps not entirely for the right reasons.
Since visiting Sydney in 2003, often considered which city in the world might be my favourite. As I flew over Sydney Harbour I realised there was no contest.
After two and a half weeks exploring various cities, it was finally on to Melbourne, the final stop on my short tour of Australasia.