30 January - a reflection on costs so far...

Overall, we have tried to combine stays so far in freedom camping and NZMCA member-only areas with 'proper' campsites every so often. It worked well and kept our costs down. We cooked almost every night and bought fresh produce from the road-side whenever we saw it (outside a poisoned area).













So far, we've spent 42 nights away from home and travelled just over 4,200kms. Our average costs totalled $12 per night per camping site in 25 different locations. The only other additional costs were food and washing. Fuel costs I'm yet to tally-up, but it all went on the discounted fuel cards, so shouldn't take long. The ute's fuel economy did approx 16l per 100kms overall. The trick with the fuel cards is to use the national rate when in South Island - so get the discount off the average costs nationwide - not the pump price which in South Island can be as much as 50c more expensive per litre! That's NOT funny when you're doing the kind of mileage we are! 

I think our next trip is likely to be less than that. Next update soon with photos to follow...

29 January: Northbound through the Strait

NZMCA Marton


The sailing was uneventful and the weather lovely a warm with a little breeze. It was a bit of a struggle getting off the ferry because we had to do a U-Turn, but Justin managed it without difficulty:)

On board the Interislander ferry, Northbound.

Tonight we stayed at Marton because it's a great place to stop midway between Cambridge and the West Coast. It's also an easy site to get in and out of and only a short walk to the town for coffee or fish & chips. By coincidence there were 2 other Jayco Silverline owners there that night too - so we spent some time comparing notes on modifications and customer service experiences. Justin cooked a curry and shared it around. It was good fun to see what modifications others had done to make their caravan's more homely. These families were heading out for their adventure, while we were heading home (for a short while at least).

A common sight around New Zealand:
a warning sign where deadline poison 1080 has been spread by helicopters.

There's apparently some 1080 poison buried in landfill at Marton - left over from an operation that went wrong. Not sure whether its this (secret) knowledge or something else that gives Marton such a strange atmosphere - but certainly I was glad to be back home in sunny (and very humid) Cambridge...

28 January: Koromiko and Picton-bound

Koromiko Private Park-Over (Freedom camping)

Our camp at the Koromiko site - peaceful and warm!

Our final stop before the ferry trip the following morning and we didn't want to stop in noisy Picton again. So we picked a Park Over Property (POP) not too far away from the terminal (about a 7 min drive) and we were so glad we did! 

Another massive paddock space with lots of trees this time for lots of choice of shade (it was very warm by now). Beautiful spring water came from the nearby mountains - from where you could see a astrological observatory. It made me laugh when we asked Darren, the 7-year-old-going-on-17-year old -campsite warden grandson - had he walked up there? 'That's impossible' he exclaimed, as if walking up the hill was totally unheard of!

In between Darren's "why?s' and cute 'excuse me's', Justin fixed his bike which had no brakes and a flat tyre! We lit the BBQ with our bucket of water close by - unsure of the rules but pretty confident no-one in a place like this would object.

We went into Picton (properly this time, because on the way out we didn't have enough time to explore) to get some provisions, use the dump-station and investigate the park and river. It was a very interesting place, and beautifully kept too. This sculpture of a diving whale by a local artist took on new meaning after the recent massive stranding event off Golden Bay:

Dizzy found a lovely cool stream to cool off in...

 ...and this was the view of the town from the park:

 The ferry journey an implicit part of most people's journey in Picton:

 One rather unexpected find - this lonely lifeboat situated at the rear of the supermarket car park as some kind of abstract memorial. Apparently there was a Russian ship that ran-aground off the coast here in Picton harbour in February 1986. There was (unsurprisingly) a considerable controversy about who was to blame for the shipwreck (a kiwi captain was in the bridge while the Russian took a break) in which thankfully all but one of the passengers and crew survived (despite the lifesaving equipment being in appalling condition). It's tragic that three others have since died - recreational divers.

Sightseeing over, the next job was starting to put things together for our ferry trip across the Cook Strait tomorrow morning  - sandwiches made. Books packed! Back to North Island we go! :)

27 January: back to paradise at Cable Bay!

Cable Bay Campsite near Nelson

We stayed overnight again here - partly because we still owed Jo an extra night's stay from last time (we left too early to catch her) and partly because it is SUCH a beautiful area to stay. On a more practical note, we also needed some technical help from the auto-electrician in Nelson with the two-hook socket - one of the connections had failed and melted. :( The beaches were very busy because of the forthcoming public holiday weekend and the good weather. But luckily we had rung ahead to book the same site as last time (there's only 16 sites here) and it was great to be able to walk to beach and collect some more sponges and driftwood to take home.

Dizzy was so good  - even when the naughty Wekas were teasing her and trying to steal her food!

View of the estuary to the East of Pepin Island.

Some of the natural sponges I collected from the beach. 

The cafe nextdoor was open this time (it was closed over Christmas) but other than coffees, we didn't have an opportunity to stop for a bite to eat. Next time we will though, and next time we hope to have some kayaks on board so we can explore that estuary for fish!

26 January: Murchison and fresh pizza!

NZMCA Murchison site

This was a VERY busy site - made busier by the fact that the SH1 was still out of action, after the December Kaikora Earthquake. People stopped here on their way from and to Picton ferry and we were no different, just maybe had a more flexible timeframe than some others.

Murchison is what I like to call an 'authentic' New Zealand place. Like places like Opotiki in the North and Otautau in Southland, it has a genuine community-feel of friendly locals, a school, a river, a pub, churches....  

The Buller River next door to the campsite.

 and a 'museum'....erm...
I put that last word in inverted commas because as a Pom, my definition of a museum is somewhat different from the typical Kiwi version! LOL! Here we have a 'junk-shop' loosely connected artefacts connected with anecdotes from 50-60 years ago - sometimes slightly older. But nonetheless interesting. And photogenic for their rust and flaky paint work:

The campsite was between the Matakitaki and Buller rivers - before they both get loaded with poison. It was heartbreaking to think that from these beautiful rivers, a few hundred kms away towards the West Coast (e.g. at the mouth of the Buller where we stayed) had been turned into inhospitable places for anything living around the poison warning signs - desolate in terms of insect and wild-life. But here, bees and birds surrounded us and the dawn chorus in the morning was amazing.

Thank God for Tripadvisor! We found THE best fresh home-made Pizza place on earth at the Lazy Cow Shed. At the back of an unpretentious backpackers. This was exactly what we needed after a few beers with the interesting bunch of customers at the central and popular Hampden Hotel bar - from truckers to cement workers, tourists to dart-players... it made for fascinating people-watching.

The campsite had water and a dump station again - so we were well prepared for the final leg of our journey towards the ferry. We witnessed some of the worst driving on this stretch though - totally irresponsible overtaking and later we read about the high police presence trying to cut-down on the numbers of crashes in the area. 

If only there was mandatory insurance for vehicle drivers - this problem would be halved overnight. 

25 January: Hanmer Springs, a blast from the past

NZMCA Hanmer Springs

We only had time to stay here one night - but wow what a lovely drive here through beautiful scenery and what a great camp-site! 

Campsite location - dog inspection!

Our campsite just outside Hanmer Springs township with a mountain-view and stream nearby-by.

A stream nearby, lots of walks around and the beautiful town of Hanmer a short bike-ride away. 

Dizzy enjoying another cool-off in the stream at the side of the campsite.

It was shame to see the earthquake signage still on the shop-fronts in town after the earthquake a few months ago - but no-one seems bothered as life carried on as usual in the sunny, touristy centre.

We discovered the old B&B 'Cheltenham House' where we stayed all those years ago (14 years to be precise) was still going strong - with same couple still running it. Their old dark antique-filled billiard room (where we took evening drinks with the other guests all those years ago) was so atmospheric to return to - one of my strongest memories from back then. 

We bought some provisions from the happy little 'Foursquare' (inevitably very over-priced) and headed back to camp to plan our homeward route through Murchison because the main SH1 is still closed after the earthquake.

22-24 January: heartbreaking Christchurch

NZMCA Weedons near Christchurch. (Freedom Camping)

I'd been looking forward to seeing this city again - it had been 14 years ago we'd nipped through it as tourists, not realising the significance of the architecture that would be lost forever a few years later. It was time to do some proper sight-seeing, meet up with some friends and catch-up with work. Justin was delivering some training for a few days, so that freed-up some of my time to meet deadlines and do some writing & planning. 

We arrived at Weedons in the rain. :(

The campsite is a massive space - just outside the city. all the facilities, no worries about staying here for any length of time. 

The best 'happy-hour' shed I've seen - full of books and things to do and a 'swapsies' shelf where I pocketed some spare embroidery thread for a project and left a spare cup in exchange. 

A quick bus ride into town - and the swimming pool at Rolleston 2 min drive away. Airport just down the road. Altogether an excellent location - no wonder it's popular with people staying in South Island.

Lots of interesting neighbours and a resident warden who parked next to a local policeman (!)


Before parking-up, out of pure curiosity, I stopped at nearby Rolleston to take a look at the controversial poison factory. It was a rainy and windy Sunday and predictably nothing to look at there.

Apparently, 1080 poison is yet to be made there - and hopefully never will. But I wonder what will happen to it after understandable strong local opposition? 

The site next door on this industrial area is up for lease  - but who in their right mind would set up a business next to THAT amount of risk? It was only a few metres to a residential area (formal risk assessments don't really exist yet in New Zealand - we are outside litigation, for now at least). 

Rolleston is a rapidly expanding residential suburb of commuters from Christchurch - the newly built state-of-the-art school is massive and this is definitely NO place for a toxic poison factory up the road. 

On a more productive note, the next day the weather was much more Summery. I bombed around the city looking at interesting sites and visiting friends and business contacts. It was a busy time which made a nice change after the holiday season laziness. And the campsite was a peaceful place to return to.

An aptly-named French wine we found! :)

Next day, Justin and I took some time out to walk through the city centre including the old cathedral precinct, where the shocking reality of the earthquake that hit 5 years ago was still very much all around. The whole centre of the city is a noisy, dusty and dangerous building-site. 

The typical site of containers holding up an historic building surrounded by bollards and fence. 

Attempts to secure valuable buildings at the time, assumed to be temporary solutions, were still there all these years later. Many buildings boarded-up and obviously suffering not only the ravages of the earthquake damage, but also the effects of the weather, neglect and vandalism over subsequent years. 

One of the thousands of hand-written messages of support along the fences.

Why has it taken so long for anything to be done? Having spent over 3 years living in New Zealand now, I can confidently say this situation is perhaps the most symbolic of the problems within this society. These problems are complex, but lack of an ability towards decision-making, numerous committee-members and meetings and reluctance to embrace change are just the tip of the iceberg. Corruption is at the core of many authorities and without proper litigation, whistleblowers are rare and victimised for 'speaking out'. Organisations like Culturesafe NZ Ltd have many enlightening (and inspiring) stories to tell about the toxic NZ workplace. And I continue to be a writer-activist for social justice in this area too. 

Perhaps the most heartbreaking of all the aspects of Christchurch is the Cathedral - so central to the city's central precinct area and so conspicuous by it's ruined presence. 

Left to decay & out of bounds - a peep through the safety railings illustrates even the temporary steel support framework is no longer attached to the brickwork. The irrelevant Visitors' Centre signage still visible on the left.

Five years on and the cathedral continues to rot as each day goes by, and what can we do but hope and pray that those in charge of such things, finally take some action? 

The artwork tries to brighten-up the facade, but behind it, the truth cannot be hidden...

Globally of course, numerous other valuable buildings  - damaged through earthquake, flood or warzone - have been re-built  - sometimes brick-by-brick  - to be safer and stronger than before. But for some reason the bureaucracy here in NZ seems to always get in the way of progress. Very sad. In fact, such a sad depressing sight that some of the tourists around us that afternoon were sobbing after seeing the sorry sight and the heartbreaking messages of support from around the world. A somber mood as we watched the chess-players' concentration in the adjacent square.

To cheer ourselves up, we had a drink in the Old Government Buildings - one of the few old pieces of architecture left in the city centre. 

Justin enjoying a pint of local ale!

The OGB full of original features and interesting collections of artefacts...

Everywhere a building site with very little concern among the builders for the people walking about the area, trying to 'carry on regardless'. 

But the colourful tram network still struggles on - but sadly the guides are telling the tourists about what WAS there, rather than seeing for themselves what is:

Luckily for us, our friends Ernie & Diana at the campsite invited us to attend one of the events as part of the annual World Buskers Festival  - which was running during the week of our stay. I had heard about this informal collection of international performers from my friend, Jean. I was intrigued by the make-shift stages we'd seen earlier inside the quad of the University, on high street and in local taverns. 

One of the stages, inside the University's quad
which was still a building-site,
but apparently recently declared 'safe'...

So, for a small fee (our was $3) you can join-in to the fun and see live puppeteers, sword-and fire-swallowers, short plays, poets, comedians, dancers and gymnasts. 

Our evening was the 'Comedy Club' and thoroughly enjoyable entertainment.  

Later we saw some of the night-time acts, with good crowds and improvised singing along the way.

Message to the city-folk....

These impromptu events are like 'pop-up' market-stalls, illustrating the power of improvised art in a public space. Simple but effective and I only wish this kind of thing was more widely marketed. Another world-famous-in-New-Zealand kind of event - but one we will promote and hope to return to again.

View from my friend, Jean's house at the North side of the city.

Our three nights were up too soon and we had to move on. But I need to return to this city and understand it better. It has lots to offer, including some beautiful beaches we only caught glimpses of and those lovely views over the dry hills...

21 January: Pies and Avos at Grumpy's

Grumpy's Campsite near Geraldine

Thanks to my friend Paula, we remembered to stop en-route to Geraldine at the world-famous-in-New-Zealand pie shop in Fairlie. 

Sitting waiting for our pies!

Lovely pies - but blimey they are salty! But a lovely town - and unusually welcoming to tourists. Even a vase of fresh flowers in the public loo  - would you believe!

It was great to later meet Paula and her family in the local Speights pub in Geraldine - where there was a local blokes party about to commence, including a pink-ballerina-stag. Time to leave! 

Arriving at Grumpy's camp site is like going back in time to the set of a Hi-de-hi episode: the guests lounge looks like an old RAF base hut and the showers were in a concrete shed reminiscent of a horse-stable. However, there was a large array of books and  - OMG! good wifi, so we busied ourselves with doing nothing for a few hours. Thankfully the laundry facilities were very modern - and also free - so I took the opportunity to do some housework whilst downloading my Archers fix.

This looks like a good place to return to - there are plenty of streams nearby to fish and some empty roads that could be good for cycling. Not sure about the poison around here - but you can be sure that it's not too far away. The Dawn chorus here was beautiful - and later lots of Tui and Morepork and Minah's to be heard from the surrounding tree-covered landscape.