One of the main attractions of New Zealand is the great tramping ("tramping" is NZ-speak for "hiking"). During my autumn break, I went on two tramps: a 4-day tramp in the Tongariro National Park and a 3-day tramp on Stewart Island.
Tongariro National Park is right in the middle of the North Island. It has active volcanoes and beautiful rock landscapes. The track I took actually circumnavigates Mt. Nguarahoe, which appeared as Mt. Doom in the
Lord of the Rings movies (Kiwis are extremely proud of these films.)
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| View of Lake Tama. It was steep climbing up here, so I was the only one there. A perfect place for lunch. |
I started the hike bursting with pep and enthusiasm. I really enjoyed myself - on the first day.
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| Taranaki Falls |
But alas, it was too good to last, and it came to pass that a mighty storm struck the land. The second day was, well, miserable. It turns out that active volcanoes have toxic gases, and instead of smelling the trees I got a nice whiff of sulphur throughout the hike. As the wind blew volcanic gases into my eyes, my eyes were so irritated I shed a few manly tears.
Unfazed by the rain, I hiked for a good 8 hours all the way into the active volcano zone. The clouds were thick, but I could still enjoy the beautiful scenery and see for centimeters on end. Finally, I returned to the hut, my shoes swooshing with water the whole way.
At the hut, there was only a few brave geologists and the warden. The warden warned me that it would be too dangerous proceed because of gale-force winds. Since I would likely be the only hiker on the track, he admonished me to turn back. Being a novice hiker, I resignedly accepted his advice.
The rain did not stop all night, and continued all of the next day. I hiked back to the first hut as fast as I could. This time, there was just one other hiker at the hut (there had been about 20 the first night) and the warden. We talked and played cards for about 10 hours since the weather was so terrible outside. At least I had some pleasant company.
It continued to rain all night, and sure enough when I started trekking home the last day it was still raining. Finally, when I was nearly off the trail, the rain stopped.
So, my first tramp was hugely disappointing. I was therefore not expecting much when I went to Stewart Island for my second tramp. Stewart Island is a small island south of the main two islands of New Zealand, and is the southernmost point of New Zealand.
After a long bus ride, I boarded a humble 8-passenger airplane to start my next adventure. The pilot did not look much older than a senior in high school. But alas, I had come too far to turn back.
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| One lucky passenger gets to sit in the cockpit |
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| Stewart Island from the plane |
To my delight, the weather was
much better on Stewart Island. It only rained the first night. So I started my tramp off full of confidence.
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| Entrance to the National Park |
When I got to the first hut, I met some friendly fellow travelers: a German, a Czech, and four New Zealanders. It turned out that we were all doing the same route. They were all nice people, which only added to the experience. On the second night the New Zealanders went to the beach to collect some fresh mussels for dinner, and were kind enough to share some with me and the others too. We ate, talked, and played cards together. When one of the New Zealanders saw my pitiful dinner (canned sardines and muesli mix; I did not have any cooking gear to bring so al my food had to be dried or canned), he even gave me some of his hot dinner.
After nightfall, I went kiwi watching with the German. Kiwis are nocturnal, so we patiently waited in the forest with our headlamps (offered to us by the New Zealanders!), not expecting to see anything give their rarity. But to our delight, we were lucky enough to hear the call of the kiwi. I even recorded it on my phone.
Stewart Island is abundant with wildlife. In addition to kiwis, it has a wide variety of bird endemic to New Zealand. I heard some truly beautiful songs and exotic calls. I also saw some white-tailed deer too. One was right outside our hut, and even posed.
Stewart Island also has some interesting industrial ruins. Many decades ago there were saw mills, and there are a couple old machines scattered around the park.
The tramp was simply unforgettable. But I had yet another surprise waiting at the end.
Since travel can be so expensive, I though I would save some money by couch surfing. For those not in the know, it's an internet website where you meet strangers who are willing to let you sleep on their couch for the night, for free. I thought I would try it, so I did couch surfing for my last night on Stewart Island.
I wasn't expecting very much, but I ended up with the saintliest hostesses you can imagine. She was an older woman, and she treated me as if I were her grandson. When I got to her house, I was greeted with warm muffins and tea, a perfect refreshment after a long hike. She continued to feed me well, despite the fact that I had packed my own food, serving fresh fish and chips for dinner. Instead of a humble couch, I had my own guest suite downstairs. She even drove me around the island for sightseeing and dropped me off at the airport the next morning. She was an inspiring example of the kindness of strangers, and I hope I too can pay it forward some day. New Zealand might be the friendliest country in the world. The geologists, trampers, and my couch-surfing hostess were some of the nicest strangers I've encountered.
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| We went to the lighthouse for a good lookout view |
So, despite the rain, my autumn break was a great success!
I'm done adventuring around New Zealand, and will probably just stay in Christchurch for the rest of the semester. After all, it is still
study abroad. I'm glad I could see so much of New Zealand and meet so many inspiring people.