Now that we are not in New Zealand any more we have time to write some posts in retrospective. One of these topics is food in New Zealand. Especially we want to point out some differences to Food in Germany.
When we got our camper van we went into a supermarket to stock up our food for the first days. The first mission was to find breakfast: Bread, cheese and some meat/sausages. A typical German breakfast I would say.
While I do know that in Germany the range of bread is pretty wide and this is not typical in the rest of the world, I was still surprised to see such a different variety of bread. Whereas there is no other flour used as wheat and even sour dough is considered a “speciality”, the options for toast is stunning. At least three big brands provide each six to nine different flavours (“dutch”, “flax seed” …) and in addition the own brands of the supermarket add even more to the mix. So while the variety in flour is non existing and bread all in all looks the same, toast is available in a wide spectrum and the kinds I sampled were very good.
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My first impression of Christchurchs CBD was: Ugly. Boring. Broken. We were on our way to Kaikoura when we first visited the city. But as we were only driving through and stopping at a supermarket, we didn’t see the „real“ CBD. At the end of our holidays, two days before our flight to Australia, we stayed in Chrch. And that is where we met the real Citys spirit.
THE LAST DAYS
But before that we stayed the last two nights we had with Hector Constantin in Lyttleton–a small suburb from Chrch parted from the main City by a hill and only reachable via a tunnel (Ok, you could also reach it via a road from the coast, but thats a long way from Chrch). Lyttleton’s town center was almost completely destroyed during the earthquake in 2011. But some cafes and bars have already returned and the cute little main street is alive and filled with locals and tourists. We had a drink on the deck of a restaurant with live music and chatted with a local who joined us at our table. Moments like these are what I love about traveling.
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After almost two months the end of our time in New Zealand loomed at the horizon. So much to do, so little time. Although we had an exceptional time in this beautiful country and already saw some amazing landscapes and met fantastic people we still had some things on our to-do list.
To check some of these off of our list we drove up the east coast to the city of Kaikoura. Kaikoura is famous for its whale watching tourism. The both of us had been very lucky as we had been gifted two tour vouchers with which we booked a tour. Before we even started our trip in December, there had been a strong earthquake near Kaikoura. Besides making the access to the city complicated (the North-Road was still unaccessible when we arrived two months later and the South-Road only opened during the day time) the earthquake interfered with the whale-watching business: The city of Kaikoura had been lifted by the eathquake almost one meter so the boat ramp did not reach deep enough into the water anymore. The whale watch company modified their trailer to be able to at least start the business on high tide (what is what we were booked for).
Continue reading “BLUE LAKES AND ROUGH SEA”
After the stunning views and experiences at the Milford Sound
we drove off to the east coast of New Zealand. We drove straight from Te Anau
to our most southern point in New Zealand: The Kaka Point
. At the Kaka Point there is a hidden spot to watch Yellow Eyed Penguins
, a severely threatened kind of penguin. Unfortunately no penguin showed up while we’ve been there so we moved on to our camp ground in Brighton.
Besides a campground with a beautiful view we met a family from Germany
which we met on multiple occasions later on our trip. We had a nice evening with them, a glass of wine and some good talks. The next day we explored the city of Dunedin. One of the attractions (we saw) in Dunedin is the steepest residential street of the world, the Baldwin Street
. It has a slope of 35% which does not sound as impressive as it feels, when you (try) to climb it. This street seriously is steep.
Continue reading “THE EAST COAST”
We left the Westcoast
for Queenstown. The closer we came the less cloudy it was. After a lot rain and clouds to almost the ground we were happy to see blue skies and our mood brightened up. But it was shaken in an instant as we had forgotten to refill our fuel. The moment we realized we were in an area with only few gas stations and had some hills coming up we prayed that Hector Constantin–our campervan–wouldn’t be too thirsty. We drove up the hills very slowly and rolled them down. With the last drop of fuel we made it to the only gas station. We didn’t care about the high prize, we sighed with relief and then realized how beautiful it was around us: We had reached Lake Wanaka
! Crystal clear water with a deep blue color and white crests on the waves. And wind. A lot of it. The camera was shaking while taking photos.
Continue reading “AMAZING FJORDLAND”
In continuation of our counter-clockwise trip on the South Island, we drove further toward the west coast. We headed for the town Nelson, at the Tasman Bay. Nelson is famous for being the gateway to the “Abel Tasman”-hikes, a minimum 1 day tour through the stunning landscape of the Abel Tasman National Park. Unfortunately the both of us are neither in very good shape nor had we equipment for a multi-day trip with us. So we skipped this track heavy-heartedly.
We had fun in Nelson none the less as Nelson is famous for is its craft beer culture. So we started to explore this sweet little brewing city.
Continue reading “FROM BREWERIES TO GLACIERS”
We had booked a trip with the Interislander ferry from Wellington to Picton. To save some money we took the ferry right after midnight, although we would miss the supposedly stunning view on entering the sound around Picton. What we did not miss was the rough see. The both of us got a bit sea sick (as did a greater part of the other travellers) and the crew walked around with sick bags and cold water. Luckily for us the weather calmed down later on.
Arriving in Picton in the midst of the night we found a camping ground at the Cloudy Bay near Blenheim and went to sleep. Continue reading “SOUTH ISLAND HERE WE COME”
After we had a rather calm Christmas, we wanted to spend New Years Eve in a more vibrant surrounding. So we decided to go to Wellington–the windy city!
When we arrived it was sunny, warm and without any wind! We didn’t expect that–or anything at all and jumped right into city life.
The waterfront with bars, a food market and parks is the place to be on a sunny day. Relaxed and perfectly dressed people were sitting close to a water basin, drinking local craft beer or NZs famous wines and enjoying the sun. And so did we. Global city life after only a few hours in this city and we were happy and had already forgotten Auckland. Compared to NZs biggest city Wellington is much more of a global city with cultural life and city flair. Breweries, cafés, shops for all kinds of things, lots of students and other young people who seemed to just have started their own business. The whole city was pulsing and full of energy. A feeling we had missed in Auckland. Continue reading “WELLINGTON”
Sunshine and sulfur – that is how Rotorua welcomed us. Due to volcanic activity in Rotorua you can find steaming hot springs, mud pools, even geysers and sulfurous gas that gives the city it’s eggy smell. We spent the night on a free campsite opposite of the Polynesian Spa which uses the hot sulphuric springs for their baths. What guests of the Spa love is what we hated after a night of smelling bad eggs and we left for a campground outside the city where no sulfurous springs were. Continue reading “ROTORUA”
The Coromandel Peninsula is said to be the most beautiful part of the North Island. I cannot tell if it is so, but what I’ve seen was stunning! Waiheke Island had flashed me. Ninety Mile Beach was impressive and Coromandel was just … beautiful.
We started in Thames, a small town with a history of Gold Miners. Checkerboard streets with the feeling of a middle USA town – we even saw men wearing Cowboy hats – a small campground behind a restaurant – which smelled of old fat – and mangrove forests at the coastline. But Thames turned out to be especially charming. The owners of the campground were very sweet people. We had a good chat with them and were given some „silver beet“ of their sons garden. We also had a good coffee in a small cafe and a nice beer in a bar. Continue reading “COROMANDEL PENINSULA”