Susan's visit - The Whanganui River Road

In Wanganui, Seán and I took a look at the map to see where to go the next day. We had been planning on going skiing the next day, but it was going to be a Sunday and, as it was in the middle of the school holidays, we decided it would probably be better to go skiing on Monday instead as the slopes might be a bit quieter. We didn’t have far to travel to the slopes, so Seán suggested we go down the Wanganui River Road, though the next day he protested that I had misinterpreted him… I had wondered why he was suggesting going down such a long unsealed road!

Either way, we set off on Sunday morning and started going down that road. There were great views with the river on one side of us some distance down, and great cliffs on the other side. Also, the road started off as sealed so it was all going quite well until we came around a corner and saw a slip in front of us. With all the recent rain bits of the cliffs had come loose and slipped down onto the road. In this case two pretty big rocks had fallen down and were perfectly placed in the road just far enough apart that you couldn’t get past them. As the surface of the road wasn’t good enough to hit the brakes Seán opted to go around them on the side of the road, which was very muddy but fine until all the wheels left the hard surface and we just glided slowly over until we came to a gentle stop against the cliff. Thankfully it was of a similarly slippy muddy surface and did no damage to the van, other than getting it very dirty!

As the van was stuck in the mud, we got out and started trying to work out how to get it out again. We tried pushing, but the pushers couldn’t get purchase on the mud with their feet to get a decent effort in. Then we tried putting mats at the tyres to give them something to grip on, together with some strong grasses we cut out. We were just about to try that combination when a 4WD truck arrived around the corner! With next to no effort the van was toed back onto the road and we were off within ten minutes of arriving there. Given that this is a back country road we were pretty pleased with that result!

After that excitement we drove on a little bit until we arrived at the end of the Atene Skyline walking track so we put our boots on and set off up the hill with our cameras. The track started going through woodland and was beautiful and sheltered. However, soon enough we hit some nasty steps and then a whole lot of mud. We made it up the hill to a good viewpoint in about half an hour though and made the most of it before heading back down. I was taking my time and being careful and was quite glad I was doing so when I heard a shriek behind me that was Susan almost falling over in the mud on the way down! Though she didn’t fall all the way she ended up with very muddy trousers! After that adventure we decided it was lunchtime so parked up at the side of the road and made ourselves tea (or coffee for Susan, she doesn’t do tea! Silly!) and sandwiches and dried out a bit in the sun.

The slips weren’t done with us yet though. As we continued down the road (which turned out to be sealed for a lot of the way, but still with some impressively potholed dirt sections) we encountered a few muddy slips that we could just drive carefully through, a tree that we had to get out and break some branches off so the high roofed van could get through, and another tree trunk that had been sawn off at the spot where you could just get past it and keep your tyres on the road. The most impressive was the last one though. We had driven over 50km down this road and were nearly at the end of it when we came around a corner and saw a massive slip that had covered a large section of the road with a couple of feet deep of mud. There were a couple of diggers working there and a big truck set up on the other side. We couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that we’d come so far and now it looked like we’d have to go back past all those other slips again! However, one of the workers told us to carry on and drive through on the basis that there was sealed road underneath all that mud, so we drove on thinking that at least there was enough machinery there to pull us out if we got stuck this time! By some miracle we actually made it through and got to the end of that road in one piece, even if the van and the three of us were all pretty muddy! It took two goes at washing the van before it started looking respectable again!

Back on proper roads again we drove to Okahune in the hopes of getting somewhere to stay there for the night near the ski slopes. Everywhere in our budget range was booked out so we carried on to Whakapapa and got checked into hostel type accommodation there where we had a tasty dinner and laughed at our day’s mini adventures!

Susan's visit - back in Wellington

Having missed out on the Beehive tour before, Susan and I got up early and got the bus into town, but yet again we were a little late so instead we went straight to Old St. Paul’s Cathedral. When we’d called in there the other day there was a lunchtime concert on, which we enjoyed for a while before having to leave. As a result we hadn’t seen the war display that is in the old church. This morning Susan and I spent some time there watching a video of people’s memories from war times.

We made sure to leave in time to get to the Beehive early for the next tour and finally were lucky enough to get on it. As the school holidays were still on there was a big group of about 30 of us and we had the same guide as Seán and I had previously. Once we’d finished we met Seán for lunch and carried on to the country’s main museum, Te Papa where we split up each going to see what we wanted, arranging to meet when it closed. It’s a massive museum so Seán and I were able to see parts that we had not seen before. The best bit about it is it’s free to go in, so you can come and go as you please and don’t have to see it all in one day.

The next morning we decided it was time to move on up the country, though with the pouring rain outside we weren’t even keen on leaving the house! When we finally got moving we drove up to Palmerstown North where we stopped for lunch and to finally meet Anne, a downriver paddler that Seán had been in touch with since we arrived but never managed to meet. She happens to be the only person in New Zealand who is doing downriver paddling at the moment. She was just back from the Worlds in Europe where she did pretty well and had met the Irish team. She and Seán talked non-stop for well over an hour and then it was time to hit the road again. We carried on to the town of Wanganui and got set up in a cabin at a campsite on the banks of the river, which we could tell was pretty swollen, even in the dark!

Susan's visit - Christchurch

Back in Christchurch again we met up with another Irish paddler, Mike and his Chinese wife, Alice, who he met and married in New Zealand, but who had just returned from a year in Canada. International? The next morning we got up early to see as much of Christchurch as possible before our flight back up to Wellington that evening.

We started by following the Lonely Planet walking tour from Christchurch Cathedral to the Botanic Gardens ending in the Museum, having seen all the sights along the way. After lunch Susan went back to the museum to see their special display – the Da Vinci machines that Seán and I had seen previously in Nelson. Unfortunately the school holidays had started that week, lasting for a fortnight of Susan’s visit, meaning that most places we went were pretty busy with parents and children making the most of their holidays.

Before we knew it, it was time to get back to the airport to fly back up to the North Island. Although our flight was delayed a small bit we made it back to Wellington without any problems. It’s pretty amazing how relaxed security is for internal flights here. So far we’ve taken five internal flights and on none of them have we had to produce any ID. When our flight from Auckland to Christchurch was delayed for the day we were free to go in and out of security as many times as we wished. For this flight back up to Wellington we didn’t go through any security of any sort! There was just a short corridor with the shops at one end and gates at the other end and no metal detectors or anything else to slow us down!

Susan's visit - The TranzAlpine: Christchurch to Greymount via Arthur's Pass

It was late in the evening when we arrived in Christchurch but we got a shuttle to our hostel and then went out for pizza. We were booked on the TranzAlpine train tour over Arthur’s Pass to Greymouth and back for the next day and in the hostel we were told that a shuttle ran to the train station every morning about 7am and we just had to wait outside for it.

We had a quick breakfast before going outside to wait for the bus at 7am. At 7.45am we were very cold and getting worried, as the bus had still not arrived and our tickets said that we had to be checked in before 7.45… However, the shuttle company obviously knew differently and finally turned up and got us there just in time. We had hoped to get a bit more substantial a breakfast while waiting in the station but there was nothing there bar a dodgy coffee machine so we got on the train, found our seats and settled in for the day.

The trip claims to be one of the world’s greatest train journeys and starts along the flat of the Canterbury Plains with the Alps looming in the distance, getting more beautiful the closer we got. There had been some awful weather over the country while we were in Hawkes Bay, the only place to be missed by said bad weather. As a result the mountains were perfectly snow capped. Also as a result we ended up being quite delayed along the trip as the points along the track were frozen and the driver had to keep stopping the train to get out to move them.

Once we got to the mountains we started climbing through gorges and tunnels, up the “Staircase” and over several viaducts making our way to the small settlement of Arthur’s Pass. We stopped there for some time while waiting for the air to be cleared in our next tunnel, the longest on the trip at 8.5km, through which a coal train had just passed. The delay was again as a result of the bad weather, which had caused one of the two extraction fans in the tunnel to break. It gave us plenty of time to take photos though!

Having enjoyed the scenery all the way we arrived in Greymouth an over hour late, just after the time that the train was timetabled to leave. The train had to be cleaned and refuelled regardless of the time so we were still allowed an hour to go into Greymouth. As it is not a very interesting town we used that time up finding somewhere that was still open for lunch and eating.

Back on the train again it was a similarly beautiful trip back up into the mountains again. It was still daylight when we went into the “Otira”, the long tunnel I told you about. It is at quite a steep gradient so, while it hadn’t taken us long to go through that morning, it was a slow trip back up. When we emerged the sun had set! I had been hoping that morning that we’d get to see the sunset when we were just leaving the mountains but with all the delays that was not to be. However, when we stopped at Arthur’s Pass there was still an amazing pink glow to the sky as per the photo here.

We hopped back on the train when the siren sounded and were glad of the heat inside. We carried on to Christchurch in darkness, unfortunately missing out on the last bit of sightseeing for the day. It was a really good trip with beautiful scenery that you could relax and enjoy fully without having to worry about driving or anything else so it’s worth doing if you want to see the mountains in comfort.

Susan's visit - Wellington, briefly!

We drove down one of the few main roads that Seán and I had not already been on from Hastings to Wellington. It wasn’t a very exciting road though, which is why we hadn’t been on it before! We had arranged to stay at Alan’s house and were treated to a tasty lasagne by his housemate, Carmen, when we arrived. They had a full house this time so Susan got the couch and Seán and I got the floor.

The next day Susan and I got a bus into the city and went on tour. First of all we got the cable car from the city up to the Botanic Gardens, where there is a great view. We walked through the gardens back down to the Parliament Buildings. The main building is nicknamed the Beehive due to its shape. They run a free tour through it every hour and, as we had just missed a tour we carried on to the New and Old St. Paul’s Cathedrals before meeting Alan and Seán for lunch. After lunch we tried to go on the parliament tour but were too late again, so we walked back along the main street to the information centre where we booked accommodation for Christchurch that night. We got the bus via Mount Victoria back to the house and packed up our things and got ready to hop on a plane to the South Island!

Susan's visit - Hawkes Bay

When we arrived in Hawkes Bay we took a quick look at the art deco architecture in Napier in the dying light before going on to Hastings and checking into the Top 10 campsite there. We explained how there were three of us but our van only fitted two and asked what our cheapest option would be. We must have got the guy at a weak moment as we ended up sleeping in the van with Susan in a cabin for $45 total per night!


We had arranged with Philip, our hunting friend, to have a day out with the Hawkes Bay hunt that Saturday and had been planning on staying with Philip and Jane. However, during the week I got an email from him saying that he’d had a bad accident and dislocated his shoulder and lost an eye. I gave him a call and was very relieved when he turned out to be in really good form and was adamant that he still wanted to go hunting on Saturday, but now I would have to drive. I happily agreed to those terms!

On Saturday morning we had a good breakfast and went off to collect Philip, and his car as our van only fits 3! When we arrived at the meet we called up to the house of our hosts for the day, Jamie and Pru Lowry. Pru was kind enough to lend us her 4WD Subaru for the afternoon too; as Philip’s car wouldn’t have had a chance of going up the hills we scaled that day!

As we had done the time before, we drove through the fields getting ourselves up on a perch to get a good view of the hounds and followers. We chose very well at one stage during the afternoon and had the hare and hounds pass right by us. Susan was really excited and couldn’t wait to get back to Dad with pictures and videos from the day.


It was a really cold and windy day but there were clear skies and the hounds showed us a bit of sport. We later found out that the entire rest of the country had terrible weather that day and were freezing with rain or snow. Most of the mountain passes and some other roads were closed over the next few days after the snow that fell. We were pretty glad to get back to Jane’s warm house for a tasty roast mutton dinner that night! It was brilliant to see Philip in such good form and I think Jane also appreciated having an afternoon to do all the things she hadn’t had the chance to since Philip’s accident, and again they were excellent hosts.

The next morning we took a bit of a lie in before going into Hastings to find out where the best wineries in the area were. Apparently over here they distinguish between wineries and vineyards. Wineries are vineyards with shops I think! Hawkes Bay is renowned for its red wine, which Susan loves so she was quite happy to do the tour there. We started off by going back up to Napier and taking a proper look at the art deco architecture and having a bite of lunch. Then we set off for our first winery, Mission Bay. This is the oldest vineyard in the region and has been going since 1851. We asked could we do a tasting and it turned out to be free. Seán drew the short straw and got to drive for the day, leaving Susan and I free to enjoy ourselves. Moving on from there, we went just down the road to Church Road where Susan made the most of the information we’d been told at Mission Bay by repeating it all knowledgably to our hostess there! After that we moved on towards Hastings and to Te Mata and Black Barn wineries before deciding that was quite enough for one day. The best bit of the trip was that none of the wineries charged us for the tasting. Susan finished the day well armed with bottles to bring back home. We later found out that the information site in Hastings had been good to us as those wineries are among the best in the region.

That night we finally met up with Dermot, the brother/son of the family friends from home that we met with in Auckland. We went out for a tasty dinner with him and his girlfriend Vanessa. The next morning we set out towards Wellington for the next phase of the trip.

Susan's visit - Taupo

The lads in our favourite Taupo house were good enough to have all three of us to stay for the night, so we set ourselves up on the spare bed and floor space! On Friday morning we got up early to get out to Aratiatia Dam in time to see a release. Making sure we were early, we waited patiently until after the scheduled time before finding a sign saying that because of the reduced levels of the lake they were only doing a couple of releases each day. There have been strict warnings in place to use as little energy as possible as all the power generating lakes in the country are very low at the moment after the drought during the summer.



As we now had two hours to wait until the next release we went upstream to Huka Falls. Susan was very impressed and instructed us never to paddle it. Admittedly it was quite high that day and there’s no way we’d dream of paddling it at that level. From there we went to the Honey Hive only to find that it was shut for winter – things weren’t quite going according to plan! We had a quick look at the Prawn Farm and convinced Susan that she didn’t really want to go fishing for prawns in ponds! We then drove over to the Craters of the Moon and the Wairakei Terraces to show Susan all the steam that is naturally coming out of the earth in that area. At Wairakei Terraces there is a major power generating operation harnessing the energy in the steam. Later on that day we returned to Aratiatia and got to see the release. Here’s a couple of before and after pictures for you, taken about 10 minutes apart. It’s pretty impressive to see how quickly the river can go from a trickle to a big fast river. Don’t worry – we won’t be paddling that one!


That afternoon we hit the road again, this time heading to Hawkes Bay and along the way we stopped at the Bridge over the Mohaka.

Susan's visit - Rotorua

We arrived in Rotorua quite late on Tuesday 1st July after visiting Margaret in Hamilton. I had planned on getting there earlier and doing something there before we ran out of daylight, but instead we booked ourselves into a campsite with naturally heated hot pools and lazed in them in the dark instead! Susan stayed in a cabin while Seán and I stayed in our van.

The next morning we started the tourist trip by going out to the Blue and Green Lakes, Mount Tarawera and Lake Tarawera. While it wasn’t as good a day as when Seán and I got the tour with Jane, you could still see the difference between the two lakes. Back in the 19th Century Mount Tarawera was a popular tourist site as there were Pink and White Terraces formed by volcanic activity in one spot. However, in 1886 the mountain erupted and covered them so there’s not much left there for us to see now!

Before lunch we went to Whakarewarawara (yes it is quite a mouthful) Forest Park and Seán and I went for a run while Susan went walking on one of the many tracks. By the time we got back an hour later we were all soaked through from the rain, and Seán and I were pretty muddy from the track too, so we went back to the campsite for showers and lunch.

With all that rain, we decided the best thing to do for the afternoon was a wet activity – zorbing! Susan wasn’t too sure if she’d be allowed to do it given the amount of metal currently in her ankle since her fall last October but it was no problem. We got a lift to the top of the hill and found out on the way that we had two choices – we could go together straight down the hill (which was the only option we had the last time Seán and I were there) or we could go on our own down the windy track. The zorb bounces so much down that track they can only use it when it’s not very windy. Of course we all opted for the windy track and so off Susan went first. She jumped into the zorb without any bother (much to our disappointment as we’d been winding her up about getting stuck half way in) and soon was off. I think she enjoyed it cos we could still clearly hear her laughing when she was half way down the hill! Seán went next and then I was off, falling all over the place and having a great time. Yet again I think everyone should try zorbing, it’s great fun! As it was still cold and wet when we finished that we got back to the campsite and went straight into the hot pools again.

Thursday proved to be a nicer day so we continued the tour of Rotorua by walking around the Government Gardens and showed Susan the bubbling pools and steam in the area. To continue our active theme we went to the Luge and Skyswing after that. Seán and I passed on the, erm, pleasure of the Skyswing so Susan was going to do it on her own but got adopted by a group of 4 South Africans who were doing it in pairs, so she hopped in with two of them. Again, I’m pretty sure she enjoyed that as, unlike me, she didn’t scream her head off, but she did laugh quite loudly!

Once she was safely back on the ground again we tried out the luge. This was the third time for Seán and I so we were pretty well clued in to the whole thing. Susan didn’t take long to pick it up and soon we were having tight three way races, with Seán playing dirty as usual and trying to push us off the track!

After that it was time to move on to Taupo. Along the way we stopped at the bubbling mud pools and briefly jumped out of the van in the pouring rain to see them. We didn’t want to wait around in that weather so were pretty quick getting back in the car and continued to Butchers Pools. These were much more natural than the hot pools at our campsite, though a lot more elaborate than Spa Park in Taupo. This pool is at a hot water spring in the middle of a field in the middle of nowhere! The council realised people were going there so they built the frame of a pool with benches under the water and also a cabin for changing rooms. The rain even stopped when we got there so we hopped in to warm up for a while before carrying on to Taupo.

Susan's visit - Auckland and Hamilton

After a fortnight of really terrible weather involving a lot of rain, thunder and lightning, the weather finally improved a bit just in time for Susan’s arrival. She arrived in Auckland late on Sunday 29th June so we picked her up and brought her back to the Oosty household where Carolanne and Ron were delighted to meet her.

The next morning I was letting her have a lie in to get over her jet lag, which was rudely interrupted by her jumping on my bed to get me up… Our first stop for the day was to update the rego (a kind of car tax) on our van that we’d forgotten about paying. From there we went on to Barracuda to pick Seán up as he had gone in early with Dave to fix his polo boat so Susan got to see some of the factory and meet Dave and Steve during smoko.

We then went back towards the city and drove up Mount Victoria where you can get a great view of Auckland (you can see both in the first pic). Just to the east of the mountain is North Head, which was of prime importance to the Kiwi’s during the war. They dug tunnels through the headland and put canons there to protect the city. We walked through some of the tunnels with my little head torch to guide us.

To get an even better view of the city we then went into the centre of the city and up the Sky Tower, something Seán and I had been meaning to do since we arrived! We were about to head home when we got a call from Alan saying he was in Auckland for the week and did we want to meet up, so we ended up staying in town for dinner with him before Susan started wilting from the jet lag and we got back home.


The next morning we hit the road to Rotorua. You may remember that I spent a while in the City Library doing a genealogy search and found a possible relative in Hamilton. On our way down the road I gave her a call and it turned out our guess work was on the mark. Margaret turned out to be a sprightly 80 year old who was very excited to hear from us and delighted to have us visit. It turned out that if we’d contacted her a month earlier she wouldn’t have known much about the family history at all, but her son had recently become interested in it all and was also researching. She had unfortunately just posted most of the information and photo’s off to her son, Tracey, but had just enough left to keep us occupied for a couple of hours. She told us all about her children, numerous grandchildren and great-grandchildren, together with some details of her Robinson in-laws. We left with piles of information to relay to home and promises of meeting again and continued on our road trip!

The Irish Invade!

Mid June brought an influx of Irish! The first arrivals were Debbie and Seona, two girls who were in ULKC with us, who came from Mexico as they’ve been travelling for a while. They were here for about 5 weeks. We met up with them both just after they arrived and were able to give them suggestions for their trip. We also went to the cinema with them to see the Sex and the City movie, though I think Seán will call it being dragged there by the girls!

A couple of days later another ULKC paddler, Paul, arrived. Neither us nor Debbie and Seona had known he was coming until we got texts out of the blue from him a couple of days earlier saying he was coming out. We spent an evening with him also. He ended up joining the girls and travelling around most of the country with them.

The same day that we met with Paul I got a call from some neighbours from home who were in town so we went to see them on our way in to see Paul. Mary taught me in my first year in secondary school and she, her husband Pat and their daughter Niamh, who had just finished the Leaving Cert, had all come out for a few weeks to see their son/brother Dermot who is working in Hastings. I had contacted Dermot previously when I was in Hastings but we hadn’t managed to meet. Niamh bought her first, and second, pony from us and it was fun hearing the story of the first purchase from their side. They’d been given an audition period by my Dad who wanted to make sure that Niamh and the pony were a good fit before he agreed to the sale, as both the pony and Niamh were inexperienced at that stage.

We had another couple of visitors to work around this time, though not Irish ones. The Aussies who had placed the big order during the summer came to see around the factory. The visit seems to have gone well enough as before leaving they confirmed they’d be placing more orders soon. That means that we will have work with the company for a while to come.

The other bit of socialising that month was the B Grade Barbeque! A platter of meat was bought by Cam and Nic on the way home from the Wellington comp and they decided that it should be used for a barbeque for the B Grade polo players and their significant others. The date was set and Andy offered his house for a Sunday afternoon. Again, all those from the North Shore hopped into the Barracuda Fun Bus and drove south to Andy’s. We had a great afternoon there with some tasty food. It was definitely fun playing the B Grade, and I was quite grateful for ending up on one of the teams as the A Grade could have driven me mad otherwise. Though it wasn’t so much fun at the finals with the lack of sleep!

The Mohaka

The second weekend in June saw us leaving Auckland once again in the Barracuda Fun Bus with Dave, this time headed for a “long boating weekend” on the Mohaka River. The River is between Taupo and Napier, so we drove just as far as Taupo on Friday afternoon, allowing us a chance to catch up with the lads in the house there. Sam and Tim were busy packing up their gear as they were going snowboarding at Mount Ruapehu for the weekend.

The next morning we met for breakfast at 8am. One of the other people coming canoeing with us for the weekend had already done a 100km cycle at that stage… This weekend was largely for friends of Dave who like doing multi-sport races. These are long races involving running, road cycling and/or mountain biking and canoeing. As a result, we were spending the weekend with some very fit and motivated people.

After breakfast we drove off up through the mountains and, after dropping our bags off at our accommodation for the night, we arrived at the get on for the river. We were a little daunted by the amount of frost still on the ground, even though it was after 11am at this stage, so we got ourselves into as many thermal layers as possible. Most of the group were in multi-sport boats; a long narrow boat designed specially for speeding down easy enough rivers. Seán took his downriver boat and Nic and I borrowed the demo Beachcombers from Barracuda. I did offer to take one of the party, a 4 year old boy, down the river in the front hatch of the sea kayak, but his mother vetoed that one!


With the shuttles done 9 of us set off downstream. The river is a Grade II so pretty flat with some little rapids. It was interesting to do the river looking from the perspective of racing though. We picked the quickest lines through the rapids, trying to go with the fastest water to make good time down the river. While Seán, Dave, Nic and I all had plenty of white water experience; the others in the group were a bit daunted by the river and, as racers, were trying to find the ultimate line down a river. Seán and Dave were kept busy teaching them that every rapid is different and they should do practise runs on every river they plan to race to find out where they should be going. The group really appreciated the advice and it was great to be on the river with people who were really interested in learning and absorbed everything we said. As I was in a much more stable boat than the others I got to fish a few of them out of the water on the way down also.

After our first trip down the river, 8 of us decided we’d go again, so after getting our gear and ourselves upstream we hopped in again, leaving those staying dry to shuttle the cars down for us again. This trip was a little quicker as we had a couple less swims. As the water was really cold I was also glad of this as it meant less time for my hands to be in the water, let alone what it must have been like for the swimmers!

At the end of the second run, five hardy enthusiasts decided to go again. I have to say that Seán and I weren’t included in that number! They decided to race down the river and it wasn’t too long before they arrived and we all set off back to our accommodation for a tasty home made dinner. We tucked up warm in our dorm room for the night, thinking of the frost outside the door.


The next morning, after a good fried breakfast we decided to try getting on the river beside our accommodation, instead of going further downstream to the usual get in. This time the river party was reduced to 5, Seán and I included. The energetic girl who did the cycle and all three river runs the day before abstained from paddling that day as her training programme required her to spend four hours running and cycling that day. We did tell her she was crazy! Apparently she and her partner have decided to dedicate a year to training really hard for these multi-sport races, and once the year is over all training will cease and they’re going to start trying for children!

Anyway, the remaining five padders hopped on the river and were very relieved when we turned a corner and the sun started shining down on us as it was a very cold morning! When we arrived at the end of the river, we looked up at Dave’s van and saw that his roof bars were missing. Unfortunately the roof bars had a bit of a fight with a tree while we were on the river, and the tree won. We farmed out a couple of the boats to the other vehicles, but had to put two directly onto Dave’s roof. Thankfully he had some pretty good padding in the van, which protected his roof for the trip.

On our way home we stopped at a bridge over the river, on the main Taupo to Napier highway, which has a walkway built underneath it. It’s quite strange walking under the bridge looking down at the water as the whole bridge shakes when a truck goes over it! The walkway itself is quite odd as it goes almost to the very edge of the bridge, but to get to it you have to climb over the structures of the bridge itself. It’s as if the walkway was being built on a Friday afternoon and the boys decided to quit a bit early!

Ireland -v- All Blacks

After a lazy week in Auckland after the polo finals, we got up early on Friday morning to get a bus into town to get the train to Wellington! We had booked our van in to get its WOF (Warrant of Fitness and the equivalent of our NCT) done on the Friday while we were away by a mechanic friend from the polo club. We were relieved to hear that it had passed when we were still on the train.

Public transport is not used much in New Zealand and generally isn’t that great. I’d hate to have to travel around the country relying on it. We only got the train as we decided we could see the country from a slightly different perspective that way, and with the special offer price of $49 each one way, it was much cheaper than buying the petrol to drive down!


You can drive from Auckland to Wellington in about 10 hours easily enough, including some quick food breaks. The train doesn’t rush… It takes 12 hours to get there! Thankfully we knew it was going to take that long so we arrived at the train station fully prepared with our sudoku books and other things to occupy us for the day. Surprisingly enough the first 10 hours went pretty quickly... The train is now geared completely towards tourists. It has an outdoor viewing platform, which is good to get out into to blow you awake again, though the fumes aren’t so nice out there! Also, the end of the last carriage had a big window and a comfortable seating area so you could get a really good view of the countryside as we travelled along. The picture here is of Mount Ruapehu.

Throughout the day the staff would tell us about the areas we were passing through over the intercom. As well as some quick stops along the way to pick up passengers, the train stopped at National Park for half an hour where most people had lunch. We just had a cuppa as Mammy Oosty (our lodgings landlady) had sent us off with rolls and ham. There was a food carriage on the train also to keep us going for the day.

The last two hours of the trip dragged a bit as the sun went down so we had nothing to look at but our watches until arriving in Wellington! Despite the long day, the train trip is a really great relaxing way to see the country, especially if you were lucky like us to get nice weather. Only do it one-way though! The train only runs on Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays, so we had decided to fly back up to Auckland instead, a decision we were quite pleased with by the end of the train journey.

Alan (our Irish friend who has just moved up from Christchurch) met us at the train station in Wellington and we went out for dinner with him that evening before taking over a spare room in his house for the weekend.

On Saturday we were focused on just one thing – the match. I have to admit that this was to be the first match I’ve ever gone to in any sport with the exception of canoe polo and a couple of Olympic Handball games Pauline convinced me to play in for DCU a while back. So, needless to say I was quite excited that my first game would be an Ireland v All Blacks rugby match!


After a good preparation lunch we went into town to pick up our tickets, armed with plenty of warm clothes and a good jacket as, despite the fact that it was quite a nice day at that stage, miserable weather was threatened. The day stayed fine until about half an hour before the match when it all changed. We were just about to set out for the stadium when the heavens opened and a gale started blowing up from Antarctica! Some of you may have seen Brian O’Driscoll being interviewed after this match when the interview was actually cut short cos the poor guy was shivering so much. We were actually very lucky in our seats as we had paid for the cheap seats that weren’t under cover, but we were close to the covered seats and the wind was blowing from behind us so the rain only just blew over us and hit all the people below us. A couple of friends of mine weren’t so lucky and we met them shivering and soaked to the skin after the match – they went home pretty soon afterwards.

The match itself was good, though we didn’t win. I’m sure those of you with any interest in rugby were watching so I’m not going to analyse it! We were pretty cold by the end of it, but at least we were dry. That is, until we went to leave. The exit from the stadium involves walking a long way on a platform over the train station, which has no shelter. We got a pretty good wetting while walking back into the town. Of course, we can’t complain after seeing how miserable the poor folks who were sitting in the rain for the match were!

That night we continued on to celebrate our existence (well, we couldn’t celebrate winning, or deserving to, and I think we were still celebrating something, maybe just being Irish and great!) into the wee small hours.

We spent the next couple of days wandering around Wellington again before getting a plane back up to Auckland – much quicker than the train trip! The flight wasn’t even delayed!