Melbourne, Toad Hall, St. Kilda, koalas, kangaroos and Penguins

How's that for a name for a post?
We got into Melbourne, took a bus to our hostel....but unfortunately they had booked us into a room with a queen bed, and althought I like Sandy....no way. We finally found a small backpacker's in a wonderful old house called Toad Hall. The owner had been a frog nut and there were statues all over the first floor...even the keys were frog green. Upstairs our room was huge, and had it's own private bathroom. High ceilings with carved plaster moldings, fireplace, crown moldings...wonderful. Wonderful outdoor garden right in downtown Melbourne. Unfortunately they only had 2 nights available. Sandy and I booked a trip for the second day, and we left 2 bags each in their storage room, and took an overnightcase with us. She went to the Great Ocean Road; I went to Phillips Island. The trip took about 6 hours, because we stopped several times. First at a wildlife rescue/ preserve where we saw wombats, koalas, wallabys and kangaroos. Wonder of wonders, I got another picture of a mother with it's joey 's head visible...to compensate for the one I lost in Melbourne. We went to a place overlooking the ocean where there were hundreds of seagulls nesting. The chicks went from just hatched to nearly grown. We had dinner at the YHA in Phillips Island...horrible, not your real Thanksgiving dinner. We got to the Penguin Parade place about 8PM and walked down to the viewing stand. WHen the tiny (blue/fairy) penguins decide to come out of the ocean to their nests to feed their babies, they accumulate into bunches of 20 or more (protection from the seagulls who sometimes get luck and prey on them). Then they start to waddle across the sand, By the time they get to the viewing stand, they are on their way, and seemingly not at all bothered by human onlookers (who are not allowed to film/photograph them and scare them with flash). We saw about 100, each one cuting then the last. On our way back to the bus the stragglers were walking alongside the walkway nearly keeping pace with their human viewers.
It was just magic! En route home I got dropped off at the Base Hostel in St. Kilda...a small suburb on the beach! Wonderful walking, but not many shells. We got back around 12, and on
Friday I slept really late! Then I trammed downtown, took the free bus that circles the downtown and went to the Melbourne Museum. They had a great aborigine exhibition called 2 Laws. I saw Ned Kelly's armor suit, and an exhibition of water/rainforest which deals with the Melbourne water ecosystem and where there water comes from.

In Search of the Yellow Eyed Penguin and More

The yellow eyed penguin, the world's third largest, is an endangered species, with only about 5,000 animals remaining. It's found only in New Zealand and the islands around Antartica. It prefers to nest in the woods, but unfortunately, most of its habitat has been cut down. Being a flightless bird, it had no natural enemies. However, with the importation to New Zealand of stoats, possums, dogs, and rats, the penguin and its eggs are threatened with extinction.

Penguin Place, an organization trying to rescue this interesting bird, is on the Otago Peninsula, outside of Dunedin. We decided to rent a car and drive out to have a look around. Triangular wooden nests have been built into the hillside and now there are 15 nesting pair of penguins, plus several non nesting birds. We were fortunate to have arrived when the chicks were only 3 weeks old. They are protected from tourists by tunnels and blinds, and nobody is allowed to talk or take photographs with flash. Penguin Place is planting native trees and bushes in an attempt to bring the habitat of the Yelloweyed Penguin back to what it once was. And, they have an active predator control program to protect the birds. While we wre there we saw several small blue penguins, but since they build their nests into the hills, it was difficult to see both the parent and the baby.

The road out to Penguin Place runs along the water and its VERY narrow and windy. Since my driver's license was stolen in Sydney, we rented a car and Sandy drove. The weather was perfect. We stopped for lunch at the Royal Albatross Sanctuary, where we learned about this amazing bird, which flies for months at a time, and has a wingspan of about 8 feet. The birds were just starting to nest, and are very skittish the first week, so the nesting area is closed until next weekend. However, we were fortunate enough to see 2 of the birds fly overhead over the cliff tops...they are gigantic and glide without flapping their wings.

On the way home we stopped at a small beach, and there was a HUGE male fur seal sleeping on the rocks about 10 feet in front of us, and another smaller one swimming around in the water offshore. At a roadside stand we bought some lovely paua shells, (used by everyone in New Zealand to make wonderful jewelery. They are like abalone shells, but much brighter with dark green, blue and purple) and marvelled at the flowers, both wild and in gardens along the way.

It was a totally perfect day!

Australian and New Zealand Hostels are Fantastic

When we decided that we were going to spend most of our time on this trip in hostels, frankly, I was a little leary. I imagined being jammed into a crowded, dirty room with 6or more 18+ year olds who were in total shock at sharing a room with 2 "seniors". Instead, the YHA and most other hostels here are clean, centrally located, friendly and have such extras as swimming pools, a hot tub, free meals, free sightseeing tours, and a gourmet cafe. There is a lounge with TV, and several have video lounges with huge libraries of DVDs to watach. All have washers and dryers. There is a book exchange so you don't have to carry gobs of reading material. Most have nightly activities for guests which could be a free BBQ, movie marathon, whatever. All have internet, and most have a travel agency. One Australian Hostel, Base, has a female only floor called the Sanctuary. The bathrooms, a big concern, are totally spotless, and gender segregated. The kitchens, where you can prepare your own meals if you choose, typically have 2 refrigerators, 2 sinks, a large food prep area, 2 large stoves, toaster ovens. toasters, microwaves, silverware, knives and other utensils, and plates, cups, glasses etc. Most have a special place which dispenses boiling water for tea, or coffee. There are lockers and luggage storage, if you are going away for a few days but returning. Several times we have stayed in apartments that cater to backpackers; the two pictures bordered in green show one in Port Douglas, Australia.
A twin room costs about $25-45 per person a night, splitting the cost. Living in a dorm is cheaper; javing a private bath makes it more expensive. And, you meet interesting people, which is one of the best things about it.

Try it... you'll like it!

Milford Sound via the Milford Wanderer

This is mostly going to be a picture blog...because there are no words to describe the sound. The trip was wo nderful. We saw a perfect rainbow that spanned the sound, man many bottle nosed dolphins, some penguins and even some fur seals trying to jump up onto the rocks.

Te Anu and the drive to Milford Sound... New Zealand's most amazing scenery!

Te Anu. The bus trip from Dunedin got more and more exciting as the flatness of the land gave way to hills, and finally snow covered mountains in the distance. All along the way millions and millions of sheep were contentedly muching away in the fields. Not to mention cows and deer.
Anyhow when you come into Te Anu you drive down the main street which has a flowered and palm tree lined median, interesting shops, and dead ahead, the lake, which is ringed all around by mountains, many of which had snow, despite the mild winter this year. There is a paved path along the lake side, with amazing views of the water and mountains.

Many people come to Te Anu because it's the start of the Milford Treck, one of the lovliest of the NZ treks that people from all over the world come to make. There are many 307+ day trecks in this area, and we met a lot of the "treckkies" in the hostel. We, however, came first for the ride, and then for the overnight cruise on the Milford Sound. The trip to Milford by bus takes about 2 hours, and it, too passes snow covered mountains with meandering streams bordered by every colored lupen imaginable and hills covered with sheep and lambs.

Waterfalls, trees covered with the NZ version of Spanish moss, the continental divide and countless switchbacks with a view in every direction....You name it, it's here.

Surprising Dunedin

After a 6 hour gorgeous (running along the Pacific) but long trip. I got to Dunedin on the 27.

Normally I'm not a shopper, but I found a wonderful bargain in wool, which I sent to the US today along with the wool I bought in Rotoruoa. Lots less to carry and pay overweight on when we head back to Australia (small airlines here have smaller fares, but have smaller weight allowances). I'm leaving today by bus to Te Anau, and then from there to Milford Sound.

Dunedin is a sweet city. It was founded by Scottish immigrants, and they built wonderful buildings and the first university in New Zealand. The big building is the train station, which is no longer used. Originally it was going to be torn down, but it was saved and now is owned by the city.

The center of the city if in the form of an octagon, with streets radiating out. It's hilly, has a lovely harbor and beautiful Victorian houses in a city which is navigatable on foot and bus.

Gotta sign off and get my bag from storage and some last minute black fly (sand fly) repellant. It's beautiful there but allegedly the insect life is TERRIBLE.

Akaroa the Beautiful, Part 2

Since I'm leaving Christchurch tomorrow AM, I decided to take a bus trip to the picturesque town of Akaroa, this sits on the crater of an extinct volcano. The trip there was lovely. Beautiful green pastureland and foothills; vineyards, wildflowers (yes, more lupins of all colors), even lavender farms.

This trip turned out to be special for me. First we went to a beach and looked for interesting stones and shells; then our guide took us to see the small museum in the home of a man who's lived there for 30 years and has collected rocks, fossils and shells...polishes them, sells them, decorates his yard with them. It was really interesting.

The trip continued with a short stop at a local craft shop and then at a dairy that made the most delicious cheese. The road winds uphill until it reaches the top of the volcanic crater, and from there it descends along the side to the village on the shoreline of the lake that was formed after the volcano collapsed, formed a crater, and the ocean rushed in.

This place was the scene of many battles between the more warlike Maoris from the North Island and the more nomadic Maoris of the South Island. Since at that time the Maoris were canibals, there was probably a lot of feasting going on there.

The French explored this part of the South Island, loved it, went back to France and brought a ship full of French settlers and a French warship. Unfortunately for them, the English and the Maoris had just signed a peace treaty making the land of New Zealand part of the British Empire. The French settlers were given the option of staying or settling in Samoa, which was a French possession. To make a long story short, they decided to stay, and many of the streets of the town have French names. The houses are mostly made of wood, painted colorfully, and have a wonderful view of the harbor on one side and the green mountainsides on the other. It's a truly beautiful place.

Many of the old houses have been turned into shops, There are a lot of gardens full of the largest and most fragrant roses I've ever seen. In one of the parks along the harbor amongst the other plants were several huge artichoke plants with lots of artichokes just sitting there. When I pointed them out, nobody in our group had either eaten or liked them, so perhaps that's why they haven't been picked.

En route home, our bus had a flat tire, so we had to be rescued by a second bus. Not as dramatic as the man who had a heart attack (and died) on our last train trip, but still a little out of the ordinary.

TranzScenic from Kaikoura to Christchurch, then from Christchurch to Greymouth and back

The day after my physiotherapy in Kaikoura I was expecting my back to be all fixed....WRONG!
Sandy, again, had to drag the luggage around in the station...luckily the taxi drivers are very helpful so it wasn't too bad. This next part is about the train trip between Kaikoura and Christchurch.

The routes of the New Zealand TranszScenic are reputed to be some of the most beautiful in the world, and it's true. My first trip, from Wellington to Kaikoura, followed the coastline, and went between the mountains and the beautiful Pacific. Sometimes the track was only a few feet from the edge of the clif. The view was just spectacular. In other areas, huges areas of vineyards filled the land on both sides of the train...the Kiwis are really serious about their wines. I didn't think it could get better than that, but I was wrong.

Today we left the hostel, where Sandy and I had our own rooms for the first time (heaven! My first TV in 5 weeks, a solar pool, a great games room, internet cafe, etc.). It's great. Anyhow, we left here at 7:15, and got to the train station about 8AM where we checked in and got our boarding passes. I was fortunate enough to sit across from a woman from Northern New Zealand who lived on a farm, raised prize cattle, and was driving down to the South Island to babysit people's farms if they wanted a break from the work. She has a 5th wheel, an electric fdence to keep the animals away from her truck....but I digress. It was interesting beacause she was a treasure trove of information about the plant life and geology of the region.

First, just a word about Christchurch. It's a VERY English city, with all English Street names, and the River Avon flowing through the center. It's called the garden city because of all the trees and flowers...most of which were imported from England. More about this later.

Anyhow, the train travels through the Canterbury Plains, which is where there are a LOT of sheep, and cows, and even deer (in the North Island, they raise a lot of deer for venison). The train travels uphill until it gets to the continental divide at a place called Arthur's Pass. Well, the train made an unanticipated stop along the way because someone had a heart attack on the train , had to be ambulanced off, and later died. This made the train very late. I was taking pictures in the observation car and couldn't hear the announcement about how long the train was stopping at Arthur's Pass. I just rushed into my car, and grabbed my purse (which was being guarded by Noeline, the farmer lady). I got off the train like everybody else, and then just followed the people down into the National Park. There was a really interesting parrot walking around on the ground and I stopped to photograph it. Well, as I looked up, I saw the train pulling out of the station and I was a LONG way away. You have never seen me run as fast as I did then...my back was completely healed. Anyhow, they just kept on going. I walked back into the parking lot where there were 2 tour buses. I asked if the first one was going to Greymouth, and they weren't. The second one, which was a Chinese chartered tour bus, had a seat and was going to Greymouth. To make a long story short....we played "Follow that train!" The entire bus was laughing at me, but I didn't care. The train was in this 7kilometer long tunnel and we were on the road, so we couldn't be sure where it was. We finally caught up to the train at the next scheduled stop (2 minutes). I jumped off the bus, ran over to the train, opened the door and hauled myself up those steps...Success! It was quite an adventure! The funny thing is that the train is divided by the observation car, which has in the center, the compressor for the ventilation system of the train. I jumped on at the rear of the train and had to find a conductor to open up the compressor room so I could pass to the front of the train where I had been before. I finally sat down beside Sandy and we just laughed and laughed. It was quite an adventure.

The trip itself was amazing. The fields were absolutely covered with yellow scotch broom, wild lupins (purple, white, pink and yellow) buttercups; palm trees in bloom...the colors were incredible. I've been trying to grow lupens for 3 years in my garden and here they grow wild in abundance and pristine glory.

Passing the continental divide the climate changes completely. On the Pacific side, there is a lot of rainfall and things are very green; on the eastern side there is less than 1/20 as much rain and things are very dry. The bus driver told me they had a very warm winter, so there was snow only on a few of the peaks, and the runoff into the rivers was really low.
This train passed a lot of places where people looking for gold mined, and there are still mining operations going on for coal....we stopped several times to make room on the track for coal trains. The train, with a series of 21 tunnels and several very high tressels, climbs over the Snowy Mountains, and ends the trip in Greymouth. On the way you pass over deep canyons and have snowcovered mountain caps on either side of the train along the way.

Greymouth is a sweet town with a wild west flavor. It We stayed there less than we normally would have, but we'd lost a lot of time when the train stopped for the person who'd needed to be taken off. It's the largest town on the west coast of the South Island, but only has a population of about 5,000. was the center for the early mining in the Snowy Mountains.It's the main trading center for all the small communities around it, so has a lot of stores and restaurants and even a hostel in an old mine building. Speaking of wild west, something I didn't know but which I've enjoyed hearing about is the fact that New Zealand has it's own Country and Western music scene, the kiwi version of grammys, and it's pretty popular. In the taxibus on the way back from the train station there was a lot of yodeling and down home singing.

Back at the Stonehurst Accomodation, the first time in the trip when Sandy and I each had our own room, things are wonderful. Last night I had my first TV fix in 5 weeks, and of all things, it was a rerun of a Monk show I'd seen a couple of years ago. Tonight I plan on taking a long hot shower and crashing...it was about 9 hours on the train today, and with my little adventure, you can believe I'm tired!

Dolphins in Kaikoura, pt. 2

Hi! Since the last time I wrote my back improved slightly, so I could go as a spectator, not a swimmer (sniff). It was a perfect day...sunny, calm sea and lots of dusky dolphins and their babies. Some were less than a week old. They are small but very active, jumping, doing backward flips, skating along out of the water on their tail. Today the boat captain estimated that we saw over 200, and I think that's about right.
What an incredible experience!

After lunch I went to the local hospital where the physiotherapist did accupuncture and massage on my back...and hopefully that will be the end of that. Just to remind me that paradise has a few blemishes (Kaikoura really seems like paradise), the right temple broke off my glasses. Fortunately I had brought another pair, and a pair of clip ons which serve as substitute sunglasses for the ones I had with me in my purse when it was stolen.

We leave for Christchurch tomorrow afternoon. On to another new adventure.