The View From Our Timaru Home

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Large living space with dining area

"Wow! This is the nicest flat we have ever had in New Zealand," I exclaimed as Moira, KC's boss showed us our Timaru flat. What impressed me most was the amount of natural light that flooded the rooms in which we would spend most of our time. Large walk out window/doors led to a small patio and garden.

Master bedroom

The kitchen was large with ample storage in cabinets and a pantry. This is the second time I have encountered this brand of apartment stove. The oven totally baffled me. I had to have a little in-service on how to work it both times. Once set, I never changed the settings for fear I couldn't get it to work again. The stove top is essentially four slooooow hotplates.

Lovely kitchen, confounding stove

Most bathrooms in kiwi homes separate the toilet area from the bathing area, a smart arrangement. Another common amenity is heated towel bars. This nicety I don't find particularly useful as the only warm part of the towel is the strip where it rested on the rod.The shower was endowed with strong water flow. The other unseen amenity was an extra-long bathtub.

Perfect location by a great shower

 Until our guests arrived in September, the second bedroom was used as an auxiliary clothes dryer and for storage.

99 North Street, our home

Our home was situated on the corner of busy North Street and Lisava Avenue, a 1/2 block long cul-de-sac. At night the traffic ceased for relatively quiet sleeping.

Caroline Bay and Pacific Ocean

Foothills of Southern Alps on a hazy day

One of the things that made Timaru living so special is the location. I could walk out my front door to North Street.  Looking east I saw the ocean; looking west there were the Southern Alps. Could life get any richer?

Cheers,

Kiwi Traveler writing from Austin TX

No Jet Lag?

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We all bought in: Barbara, Sarah, Sue, KC and I. Traveling from New Zealand to the Central Time Zone USA is quite a long haul. Before KC and I left Timaru, I asked the three tourists who preceded us how the product worked. Consider this a tiny piece of research with an n=5.

Sarah and Sue wisely did not reply (introduces bias into research); Barbara quit the tablets as they upset her stomach. Now the n=4; the sample gets smaller.

I had read about this product to counter the inevitable jet lag. Then while browsing through a merino shop on Stafford Street in Timaru, the clerk, another customer and I chatted about travel. The other shopper swore by these tablets called No-Jet-Lag, a homeopathic preparation. I inquired at the chemist (pharmacy) and purchased a package for myself and one for KC for the sum of NZD 12.00 (USD 9.87) per package. Our American guests did the same.

The package calls this preparation "The Perfect Travel Companion." They say that it is natural and effective, with no side effects or interactions, with enough chewable tablets for 50 hours of flying (that sounds like hell!) The compound includes these homeopathic substances: arnica montana, bellis perennis, chamomilla, ipecacuanha, and lycopodium. Flyers are to chew one tablet on every take-off, every two hours in flight, and on every landing. Intervals of up to four hours are permissible if sleeping. The taste is not flavored, but not unpleasant either.

Perhaps I was not careful about those intervals or take-offs and landings. Regardless, these things didn't work for me. I am experiencing the worst case of jet lag than I can remember any time before this. This is day 11 and I am still having trouble sleeping at night. The daytime sleepiness was controllable after three days.

Final report of this small study sample, n=5: jet lag 4; no or limited jet lag 0, dropped from study 1.

Would I try this product again? Probably, I would. I quit taking the tablets when we encountered the disaster in Los Angeles. The extra stress that event caused, plus two uncovered time zones yet to go before landing in Texas may have diluted or negated the effectiveness of the homeopathic medication. 

If you would like to try this product, you can. They are available for purchase at Magellan's (www.magellans.com), a company specializing in travel products. Our catalog, which arrived in the mail yesterday, sells this product as well as Drink Ease (if you imbibe too much) and Trip Ease (for motion sickness.) The Magellan cost for No-Jet-Lag is USD 13.50, about 3.63 USD more than the NZD 12.00 I paid in New Zealand. For the cheaper price, you need to go to New Zealand, where these products are manufactured.

Cheers,
Kiwi Traveler

Timaru to Texas: Part III, Shout Out to American Airlines

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Does this story about our trip home seem long? It seemed so to us too!

It wasn't until we arrived in Dallas at 1:00 AM that I realized how rattled the agents may have been in Los Angeles. The ticket agent that changed our ticket to get us out of LAX ticketed us into San Antonio, and our luggage was ticketed to end up in Dallas. Luckily I noticed this and the relaxed, friendly American Airlines agent in Dallas quickly fixed it. Tagging the luggage to end in Dallas was apparently an intended strategy for all those refugees out of LAX. He reassured everyone that overnight their luggage would be redirected to their final destinations. Baggage agents were going to work all night matching all that luggage with the final destination and retag it? I was dubious.

We stayed at the Grand Hyatt outside Terminal D in Dallas and flew out at the next morning. I never thought the Formula 1 race track would be a welcome site, but there it was on our approach. We landed about 9:00 AM.

Formula 1 race track

There's Rob!

 We were so happy to be back in Austin, descend the escalator to Baggage Claim and see our wonderful son-in-law, Rob Ignatowski, waiting for us. Except for the missing carry-on that was left in LAX, all of our luggage arrived.


That's not the end of the story. Here is the rest:

9:00 PM Sunday--American Airlines called. They found the missing bag.
8:00 AM Monday--American Airlines called. The bag was on its way to Austin.
1:00 PM Monday--American Airlines called. Your bag is at Austin Bergstrom Airport.

 

 

Missing bag returned

 KC retrieved it. The contents were intact. We were home safely and all our luggage got here despite the incredible events that transpired November 1, 2013 at LAX.



Kudos to American airlines personnel for their good service in trying circumstances and especially to the baggage agents!

 Our hearts go out to those killed and injured and their families. A special prayer also for the shooter, who must be a seriously disturbed individual. Along with that prayer, a deeply felt concern over the idolization of guns in this country and the paranoia about guns, spawned by the National Rifle Association, that prevents a sane policy of gun ownership and use.

Cheers,
Kiwi Traveler

Timaru to Texas: Part II, Death Stalks LAX

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Our journey continues...

Lights went up and passengers roused, anticipating breakfast. Then over the PA system, airline staff called for a doctor on board. KC answered that call but stood down as six other physicians volunteered also. One passenger did not awaken that morning. An elderly woman passed away quietly in her sleep overnight. This meant when we landed our plane would park out on the tarmac and await an Emergency Medical Service (EMS) team to remove the deceased before the rest of us could deplane.

Breakfast was served about 8 AM and a short while later, we landed. Then more news. There was a shooting in Terminal 2, where we were to deplane. Two were dead and others injured. (We learned later that it was Terminal 3 and one death.)  Los Angeles Airport (LAX) was shut down. No planes in, some diverted to other airports, and none out of LAX for now. And no one could deplane. We waited out away from the terminal. One hour. Two hours. Three hours. The flight staff passed out biscuits (cookies) and candy until there was no food left. Information was shared as it became available. Our plane was no where near the terminal because we had been stopped off site for the earlier emergency. It was long after lunch time. Everyone was calm and patient.

KC waits, willing the carousel to begin moving

Finally, about 3 PM, the deceased was off-loaded and city buses arrived to transport us into the terminal. We processed through Immigration and waited at Baggage Claim for the next one and one-half hours. Our luggage was still far out in the plane and had to be unloaded and bused in.

Finally it arrived and we headed for Customs with our luggage and declaration. I handed over our form. "Wait!" said the agent, and he glanced again at the total claimed, looked at me, and waved his hand to dismiss me out the door. This was not going to be the day Customs was going to quibble about a woman who overspent the prescribed limit by a relatively small amount.

Usually we fly domestically with United Airlines as they have an alliance with Air NZ and our luggage is transferred seamlessly. But that meant changing planes in Denver with an hour lost at that airport and a late arrival into Austin. So I gambled on American that had a direct LAX to Austin flight arriving at the decent hour of 10 PM. But they would not transfer our luggage.

That decision meant we transferred our two luggage carts loaded with six bags (allowed on First Class) and four carry-on items ourselves. Outside was a mob scene. A huge number were waiting for the inter-terminal bus. We decided we could get from Terminal 2 to 4 faster by pushing our way through spaces in the crowd. At Terminal 4 we encountered a line to check in that was the length of the entire building. It took a quarter of an hour to figure out there was an unpopulated First Class check-in site beyond what we could see upon entry. Our flight was still on site, but our First Class seats had already been given away. In fact, there were no more available seats on that flight, but the gate agent could get us on a Dallas flight in the morning. Or we could go to Dallas later tonight and stay there and fly out in the morning to Austin. At that point, another customer leaned in and said, "Go to Dallas. The Grand Hyatt is right at the terminal and there will be more hotel availability there than here with all this delay." Made sense to us; that is what we chose to do.

Bags rechecked, we shouldered our carry-ons and processed through Security to the prescribed gate. There KC and I separated, I to the loo and he to find food. Later, I got myself some fruit, thinking I would eat on the plane, but where was KC. I sat down, ate the fruit and began to worry about KC. I stood up and walked back toward the other gates when I heard KC shout. He was looking for me and I had been sitting at the wrong gate. The fatigue of the day and lack of food caught up with KC. He had lost track of the rolling carry-on with most of our electronics in it. No, it wasn't where we had been sitting. The personnel at the kiosk where he purchased fruit found it, but turned over to Security. Though KC went to Security and the airport police, no one claimed to know where it was. In desperation as they were loading our flight, he scribbled down his name, phone number, and address and gave it to the agent at the American Airlines Service Desk explaining the dilemma and we left.

to be continued...

Cheers,
Kiwi Traveler

Timaru to Texas: Part I, An Uneventful Beginning

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KC seems amazed at the number of bags

The commercial commuter van picked us up at our front door in Timaru to transport us to Christchurch Airport. We splurged on First Class tickets for over the water that not only gave us access to the First Class lounge all the way with food, make-your-own cocktails, beer, wine, and soft drinks, but allowed us each to check three bags of 50 pounds or less. We each had two carry-on items also.

Shades of Blue

The flight to Auckland was seamless. I always enjoy a window seat and particularly admired the many shades of blue from the water below to the stratosphere.

Follow the broad green stripe

One can take a bus in Auckland from the domestic terminal where we landed to the international terminal. But I have always been fortunate enough to have decent weather and chose to walk. Today was no different. The walkway is clearly marked by a green stripe. After the confines of an aircraft, walking feels great. We pushed our two loaded luggage carts on this 10-15 minute walk, about 1/2 mile.

On to Auckland and Air New Zealand Flight 6 to Los Angeles Airport (LAX.) All seemed as usual. If so, why had I felt compelled to document the contents of my three bags? And place a note in each bag of my address at the final destination so lost bags could be redirected? As I reviewed my expenditures on clothes and holiday gifts, I was over the customs allowance for two persons. Furthermore, I was transporting one-half liter too much wine. Rather than be fined for trying to beat the system, I recorded all of this and claimed my expenditures on the declaration form later with receipts to back up my claim. I planned to pay duty on the excess. I had an uneasy feeling that all would not be usual, but what?

Despite a flat space, sleep is difficult

I am always amused that the arrival time in Los Angeles is before we leave Auckland through the convention of the international date line. We left Auckland at 7:30PM on November 1 and arrived at LAX about 9:30 AM the same date. KC, at over 6'3", appreciated the stretched out overnight accommodation. I do not relax or sleep well no matter the accommodation. This trip was no different.
There the normality of the journey ended early the next morning before breakfast. As the Kiwis say, it all "turned to custard".

 ...to be continued...

Kiwi Traveler

Riverstone Kitchen Restaurant, a Place to Celebrate

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 Riverstone Kitchen is not a well kept secret, at least with me. This is our favorite restaurant in central east South Island and without a doubt one of the best in all of New Zealand. The location is just outside the town of Oamaru about 50 kilometers south of Timaru. As the site includes an extensive vegetable and herb garden, one enjoys fresh produce from the gardens as well as selected local meats prepared to perfection. My favorite meal is to indulge in the Chef's Tasting Menu, a five-course feast with or without wines to complement the flavors (poor KC as the designated driver gets just one glass of wine. I go for the whole thing). Compared to restaurants in this class, the prices are very reasonable. The wait staff are familiar with the menu and the preparation of the food. They can recommend appropriate wines if one is ordering off the menu. Furthermore, they remember you when you return.

So this is how our guests independently chose to bring their 3-week holiday in New Zealand to an end. (Sarah was browsing in the cookbook section of a Timaru book store and picked up one of Chef Bevan Smith's cookbooks. The clerk then extolled the restaurant and the idea was set, independent of my influence. This is where they wanted to go.) We were the guests of Sue at a wonderful meal at the Riverstone. We brought with us a bottle of Port Molyneux from Aurum Winery, which perfectly complemented the blue cheese on wheat cracker finale (yes, even after indulging in the wine selections for each of the five courses, we drank just a little more.) Sarah gifted the remains of the fortified dessert wine to the wait and kitchen staff, who sipped it as we left. We were the last customers at the end of the evening.

It is also how KC and I chose to end this 6-month assignment in New Zealand a week later. We had the same lovely server, as we have had many times. We enjoyed an extraordinary meal--actually for this restaurant, extraordinary is the usual. When it came time to leave, I waved farewell at the other server, a man who has also served us well in the past, but our server was no where to be seen. I had wanted to thank her again and say good-bye. We went out and got in the car. Then she appeared at the restaurant door and ran out to wish us a good return trip. What a sweet love, she is!

Thank you, Riverstone.

Kiwi Traveler

Sue Learns to Drive on the "Wrong" Side

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When Sue and Sarah set up our tour at the I-site in Invercargill, Sue specifically asked for an on-site location in Christchurch for a rental car. The staff at Invercargill did an excellent job of all our reservations, but someone (they or we) slipped up on this one. Supposedly, Ace Car Rental was available on-site at Christchurch Airport. We didn't see them there.

Sue called. They were off-site but would pick us up. (They should have had our arrival time and been waiting for us as had all our other anticipated arrivals on this trip.) We waited. Outside. It was windy and cold. Sue called again. They were very busy. After nearly an hour, they finally showed up at the airport.

The Ace agency van was old with frayed upholstery. The lot for Ace Rentals was about 10 minutes from the airport, somewhat hidden on a back street. Arriving there, the driver stomped off, and we unloaded our own bags. Again I signed on as the major driver and, because Sarah's license was still not in her possession, Sue was back-up driver. The plan was that when the visitors return to the Christchurch Airport, I will stay in Timaru. So could Sarah fax them her driver's license? No. Could she go into Ace Rental in Timaru and be added as a driver? No. They have no agent in Timaru or anywhere nearby. Time for the back-up driver--Sue--to learn left side driving!

(Note here: Sarah and I are experienced left side of the road drivers and thought we two would handle the driving for this trip. In fact, years ago Sarah helped me learn driving on the left side: "Keep your body in the middle of the road," she advised. She lived for two years in Japan in her first job out of college.)

Our next trip was to Mt. Cook Village, high in the Southern Alps. (See Tramping at Mount Cook Village) Now was the time for Sue to do her maiden voyage sitting in the right side of the car and driving on the left side of the road. Sarah tried to be the navigator as she was for me, but I rudely elbowed her out of the way thinking as the "official" driver I would be close to help Sue. (Sorry, a little misunderstanding, Sarah!) Sue was a bit tentative at first but not for long. Never once did she stray into the right lane. Her only problem, and it is a common one for all of us coming from right side driving, is that the turn signals and gear shift are switched (I always specify automatic transmission for this reason). The driver sits on the right side of the car, but our hands automatically try to signal on the wrong side. All we do is set the windshield wipers churning, which does nothing to signal cars following.

Sue drove all the way to Mt. Cook Village, including through a vigorous heavy wet snowfall accumulating through Burke's Pass. (She is from Illinois; she knows all about driving in snow.)

When we left Mt. Cook Village and took the scenic but longer route back, Sue jumped right in and took off. She was stoked about this driving. If I had wanted to be the driver, I'm sure I would have had to wrestle her out of the car. I sat meekly in the back while Sarah navigated. Sue is an excellent and confident driver.

Our trip back took us through Waimate, home of Waimate Knitting Factory Store. Their products are fine merino wool or merino and possum blend sweaters, socks, scarves, etc.

"Would you like to stop and look at the products?" I asked.

"No, let's just go home," was the consensus from the three. As we drove down main street, we saw a hard-to-miss sign: "EVERYTHING ON SALE THIS WEEK ONLY", Waimate Knitting Factory Store.

That car spun around and headed in the direction of the arrow on that sign so fast, it made me dizzy. We were generous to a fault in helping the Waimate economy.

One day in the last week, we noticed our license plate on this car. It greatly amused us; even more so when by chance we parked next to another car with the license plate: GUY.

The Adventurous Four Didn't Need Gals 5, 6 and 7

Cheers,
Kiwi Traveler

Tramping at Mount Cook Village

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A shivery lunch for Barb and KT

Dressed in our warmest layers of clothing, we huddled on a bench in Tekapo Springs eating the lunch we brought with us from our Timaru home base. While the sun was bright, the wind was brisk and the temperature couldn't have been much more than 7 C. (about 41 F.). We were on our way to Mt.Cook Village for a bit of tramping and, of course, eating at the fabulous buffet at the Heritage Hotel. We stayed in a lovely flat in the relatively new Aoraki Court Motel.

Trampers, with poles (Sarah, Sue)

 The first purchase Sarah and Sue made in New Zealand was to procure hiking poles. Perhaps they anticipated a more rugged country than they found? The only person traveling with a bag large enough to haul the collapsed poles was Barbara, and she carried them through all of our journey. Now they would be put to use!

Fast trampers gone, over the hill

The next morning, Sarah, Sue, and I drove to the DOC (Department of Conservation) campground and hiked in to Mueller glacier and lake. Sarah and Sue are much more able than I and walked faster and further, while I plodded on my own time.  My goal was to reach the second of three bridges crossing a fast mountain river. I went until I was fatigued but did not make the second bridge.

One of three bridges

While we were hiking, Barbara did her own hike around the motels' campus and spent the morning at the excellent DOC museum and i-Site.

Mueller Glacial Lake

Perhaps this is the case of the tortoise winning the day.  While others went further and no doubt saw the same scenery, still the mountains, clouds, river and fine day seemed to be all mine.

This is where I saw God

Tasman Valley and Tasman River

 On our last day, Sarah and Sue were up at dawn for another tramp in the Tasman Valley while Barbara and I slept in.

Hydroelectric Power Harnessed

Canal from Lake Pukaki

The scenery on our trip back out of the mountains was perhaps anticlimatic but worthy nonetheless of a mention. We took a different route, no less beautiful, which offers mention of two New Zealand industries. The glaciers and snow melt into fast moving streams and rivers. These are harnessed to provide electricity. Canals from the lakes feed into the rivers and are used to farm salmon.

Next, I comment on driving and we do more shopping (New Zealand loves us!).

Cheers,
Kiwi Traveler

Te Papa and the Beehive

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Largest boat is ferry in Picton harbour

On the southern coast of the North Island sits New Zealand's capitol city, Wellington. This is our only nod to North Island on this journey. From Christchurch we again board the train and enjoy a glimpse of the northeast seacoast of South Island. From the route's end in Picton, we board the Interislander Ferry for the 3-hour transfer across Cook Strait to Wellington.

Wearable Art display

Wellington was our most expensive stop resulting from a nationwide Wearable Art Festival that had all hotel rooms sold out. We were comfortable in a short-stay, high-rise residence conveniently located downtown, where street art carried out the festival theme. We were able to see all the Wearable Art prize winners and also-rans at the fabulous Te Papa Museum, noting that the cultural and historical displays in Te Papa appear to have provided inspiration for several of the created costumes.

Wellington from the top

 To see the city in the one day we allowed ourselves, we elected to take a get on-get off tour bus that served each of the sites once each hour. A first stop was a drive to the top of the hill (mountain?) on which the city rests.

Old St. Paul's

Flags honour US Marines

Back at sea level, we visited Old St. Paul's situated across the

The Beehive

street from the distinctive capitol building known to all Kiwis as The Beehive. We learned that the US Marines are remembered and honored at St. Paul's for providing a protective force for the city during the Second World War. The building is no longer used as a church.

Barbara and huge Orc

High on my list of places to stop was the Weta Workshop, creators of special effects and creatures for the LOTR trilogy as well as The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe, and Avatar. A video demonstrated their work and workplace. Barbara seems unconcerned by the huge monster looming over her in the garden.

Over zealous shopper

Of course there was a shop. By now, I am a bit rueful about my enthusiastic shopping as I am burdened with carrying a backpack, camera case, and two bags filled with items that could not be trusted to baggage handlers.

We decided to take in Zeelandia at my suggestion because I knew Sue enjoyed nature and animals.

Barb could outrun us all on this

My big mistake! First an hour was eaten up by lunch and the grounds are so spread out that we were able to view very little of what was offered. Worse yet, I forgot I had been there before and the exact same thing happened--too little time to enjoy all that was offered. At least Barbara had fun wheeling around in her electric chair compliments of the staff. (Note to self: this place needs a whole day.)

An old timey cable car carries passengers from street level to the top of the hill where there is a museum and the Botanic Gardens. A stop midway delivers students to Victoria University. Sue and Sarah got up early, rode the car up and walked back. Later Barb and I just rode up and back down to experience the ride.

Bringing this part of the trip to a close, we flew from Wellington Airport back to Christchurch. The Wellington

Gollum at the airport

Airport fancies itself Middle Earth and a giant Gollum, without a doubt made at Weta Workshop, hovers over passengers at the cafe in the airport. In Christchurch, we rented a car and I drove us back to Timaru.

We are not done yet. The Southern Alps await us for more adventure.

Cheers,
Kiwi Traveler

Surf's Up and the Pub is Open

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Rain-soaked, but happy

The picture says it all! We got a first hand dose of the famous New Zealand West Coast weather. Our most helpful host at the Sundowner Motel met us at the train, arranged for car rental, and advised us on places to visit. Paddy (Alpine West Rental Cars) was there with a car within 30 minutes and we headed north up the West Coast to the Pancake Rocks at Punakaiki.

Both Sarah and I are experienced at driving on the left side of the road, but Sarah left her driver's license in Timaru. So, for any car rentals on this journey, I was the designated driver. Sue went on the contract as the back-up driver. She looked a bit anxious at the thought of driving on the "wrong" side of the road.

This surf is bigger than it looks here

 Having lived in Greymouth a few years ago and knowing the beautiful Coastal Highway, I had respect for the single lane bridges, curves, and potential rock falls I would face. Gratefully, the highway has been improved, and the trip to Punakaiki went smoothly as the rain continued. We stopped to look at the West Coast surf, famous with surfers.

Barbara elected to stay in the dry car while three of us donned rain wear and ventured out on the cliffs high over the ocean. 

Punakaiki Pancake Rocks

The pancake effect of the rocks is the result of limestone bands separated by layers of soft, mud compacted over millions of years. During high tide, plumes of seawater are forced through large holes creating spectacular blowholes.

Weka

Contrasted to the drama of the scenery, I was charmed to find the chicken-sized weka still patrolling the parking lot. These curious, wingless fowl are a protected species. (Perhaps because they taste like chicken?)

The new Monteith's brewery

I was eager to take my guests to the Monteith Brewery, which I had visited previously. But where was the original bar? What happened to the tour of vats and bottling assembly demonstrating how beer was processed 150 years ago. Gone! In their place were these shiny new vats, this modern bar. I was assured they still processed small batches as

Barb pours like a pro.

before and created new combinations for test marketing before going nationwide. At least for our entry fee we still got beer, but it was just wrong. All wrong!

We were less ambitious the next day; we went shopping in Hokitiki. (I love that name.) To get there going south on the

Piece of cake! Note rails.

Coastal Road, I anticipated a hated single lane bridge that I remembered. What makes this bridge so frightening is its length and that it is shared by the railroad. Can you imagine starting across and facing a train bearing down on you? Not to worry; the road bed has been repaired so a car is no longer in danger of slipping off the space for cars and getting trapped in between the rails.

Remembering Greymouth miners

 There is little change in Greymouth. The seawall beside the Grey River looking toward the Tasman Sea is there, but a new monument commemorates the 29 local miners who died three years ago and remain entombed in the mine near here. KC and I knew some of the families involved.

Looking toward "the bar"

At the other end of the seawall is another older monument to remember the seamen who died crossing the bar, including two in 2013. When a ship returns to port, wind and waves may have shifted the sandbar that builds up at the mouth of the river. If the seamen judge wrong, they are captured by the greedy, turbulent surf and lost. Until I lived in Greymouth, I never understood the reference or meaning of crossing the bar in Alfred Lord Tennyson's iconic 1889 poem, Crossing The Bar.

We crossed, not the bar but the Southern Alps by train once again, and with the spirit of the West Coast continuing with us, we ended up in Christchurch...at the pub.

Cheers,
Kiwi Traveler