Hokitika to the Glaciers

17000 steps and 75 flights of stairs, according to the Fitbit on the teen’s arm. Add an unknown number of driven kilometres. That was yesterday’s adventure! Not a lot according to many, but enough of an adventure to make us sleep well 😉

Another hotel room to wake in… I feel like I should be writing a song rather than a recount…

Loving the adventure with the child. This will be our last before she is an adult, so our last for quite some time I imagine. She has one year of school left… Then her thoughts and focus will be firmly on her friendships… They already are for the most part…

So, yesterday was shopping for jade – these ones are my own favourite and a gift from the child 🙂

 I need to research it more… I want to know the beliefs associated with this stone…

Hokitika Gorge was first on the list. Driving in NZ, the thing that strikes me is the mountains. They’re like blobs of PlayDough dumped on the island. In Oz, our mountains tend to creep up on us and you find yourself within them without realising.   

  
The Gorge… The pics just don’t capture the colours. Brilliant turquoise water – the result of melted glacier, rock flour and something else… Pretty sure I know a geologist who will fill in that blank 😉 but the colours… Breathtaking! As simple and as cliched as that. 
   

And the swing bridge that has an odd restriction…
 Heavy people in NZ?!?
Next was the treetop walk. We have so many in Oz, but I’ve never been on one. So another tick on the bucket list 😉 

 A great experience if you’re into plants… And from what I read, if you’re into plants, NZ is certainly the place you want to be!!  

Then down to the glaciers finally!    

We didn’t book a helihike because we were told there are no guarantees. Wait until you are there and book it, because the weather can change quickly… Everything is booked out because it is the Christmas season!! 

So…. We hiked to Franz Josef. Within 250 metres of a glacier is NOT even remotely close to walking ON a glacier… Yet another reason to return… Or maybe I will add hiking on a glacier to my South America trip… Whenever that happens… No longer next year for the olympics!

She regretted the ‘inappropriate footwear’… 
  
 It looked amazing at the start of the trek…
     

Much less impressive from 250m away in summer…
  

Waterfalls…

  

Grey rivers… 

 

  
And rocks for the rock lover 😉    

   

But I loved the sound of walking on these  … the sound of carrying a box of china to a new house… 🙂

On to Queenstown today 🙂

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I am in love…

With this part of the world 😉

I’m not as taken with the amazing coastline as I was promised – but perhaps that is simply because I am spoiled with a stunning coastline in my own neck of the woods… 

But I am loving the people and the outlook on life, and I am loving Hokitika!

  
They do keep telling us this weather is deceptive. Apparently, it’s been the worst spring and summer to date… But this week, the magic has appeared. 

I love these two pics:

   
 Because I was standing in the same spot at the same time when I took them. Beautiful summer beach weather, with snow capped mountains in the background!
And finally, the sunset over the west coast…

  
Today, if I can drag the teen from her bed, we’ll explore the treetop walk and the swinging bridge, before heading south to the glaciers. 

But I have fallen in love with this section of the coast in particular. I could live here… More importantly, I could afford to live here!! 😂

Hot!

Bothered. Tired. Sore. Grumpy. Busy. 

These are the words of my day. 

I am swallowing razor blades. I am also noticing a decided correlation between the insanely busy work periods in my life and illness. Perhaps I should coincide those times with insanely social periods…

The sudden heat is also murderous. 17 last weekend, 37 this… 

My house has no screens… So it’s either die of heat exhaustion, or be eaten my insects. And no insulation…

But my kids are home again. Nine sleeps was so long! Cannot believe they were gone so long…. The house feels normal again now they are back 🙂

Argh! I’m in such a selfish mood of late. I want to hide on a Greek Isle. One with no internet and no phone lines. I don’t want to spend my days attached to devices to stay in touch. I don’t want to go anywhere. I don’t want the guilt of all the people I haven’t called or visited of late. I don’t want to constantly have to upend my day and rearrange my life to accommodate the masses – the masses who don’t reciprocate, but will argue that they do. I want to laze in the sun. Feel the heat of the stone under my arms and legs. The sun seeping into my bones. I want to sleep til midday. I want people to find me if they wish. To seek me out on that sun bleached rock. Wine in one hand. Cheese in the other. And I find myself simply counting down the years….

My time machine

I am not a fan of mornings. I’m better than my sister though… but still, I’m really not a fan. I’m particularly not a fan of being woken with demands.

This morning, my bedroom door opened and a voice floated through “Can we go to the beach?”….

Sigh… I am over the beach. I never thought those words would pass my lips. I am over breakfast. And lunch. And dinner. And Milo. And playgrounds. And school shopping. And kids’ movies. And birthday parties. And Luna Park. And whatever other activity arises that is purely directed at keeping kids entertained. Why can’t they, just once, sit! Just sit! And occupy themselves with the seven thousand toys and items they have here….

If I had my time machine? More than anything else in the world, I would choose a father for my kids that was involved. You know the ones. You see them on tv. Read about them in books. I’d choose one of those. Or I simply wouldn’t do it. Well, not four times at least…

Most days, single parenting doesn’t really bother me. It’s always been that way as he always played the favourite uncle rather than the active parent. He doesn’t think he should have to do the bad stuff – he rarely sees the kids after all. So, if I parented them correctly in the first place…. More sighing here….

But take away the purely selfish element that wouldn’t it be awesome if someone else fed them or took them somewhere – just once…. I’d do it for my kids themselves, because it completely and utterly sucks that they don’t have one of those active dads, who is around rather than choosing to be constantly absent….

Sand in my hair

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This is my Sunday mornings for summer… The one three hour time slot at the moment when the world simply has to stop and I can just enjoy the salt, sand, surf… and time with my children. Real time with them. Salt water cures.

Mornings

I do not like mornings. I’m sure I’ve mentioned this a dozen times. I also do not understand why daylight savings has to start at the end of school holidays. It’s hard enough convincing everyone to jump out of bed and don school uniforms, without expecting it to happen an hour earlier….

I do love daylight savings though. I love summer. I love the sun on my skin and the sand between my toes. I love the lazy summer evenings in the park and the sleepy Sunday afternoons by the sea.

But nothing will convince me that a crisp summer morning is worthwhile…