Sunday, July 14, 2013

#LastPost

I've been home for over a week, but it certainly doesn't mean I've forgotten about this blog. It's time to wrap things up, as there's a little more worth saying.

First of all, the actual semester went pretty well. I'm happy with my marks anyway. I think the most important thing is that I appreciate RIT so much more than before. Not just for the opportunities it provides, like my chance to study abroad, but for the excellent professors and the emphasis placed on helping the students succeed (I'm sorry to say that UoA's standards were much lower and the professors couldn't care less about the student. It was shocking, for sure). I can't wait to go back to Rochester in the fall.

Now back to the adventuring. Of course, since I only had 7 days left in the country, I decided to go on one last trip to the South Island for some quality snowboarding. This, like my last trip, would be another solo trip. This time I would be couchsurfing in Wanaka, and concluding the vacation with one night in Queenstown, during the last night of the winter festival. Now who's couch would I be surfing this time? None other than Tadhg's Mom's house (Tadhg from Dunedin. Seriously awesome dude)!

After arriving in Queenstown, it was time to pick up all of my gear. The first step was to get the rental car and the gloves my friend Anthony left me. I had to dance for them. In the airport. With no music. Let's just say my swing dancing skills failed me. I drove away from the airport quickly.

After gathering the rest of my stuff in Queenstown, I went for a walk to appreciate the nice day (sunny and 13°C, as opposed to Auckland's constant torrent of rain). I ended my walk at Fergburger (I got the Chief Wiggum) and met up with Jane, my Arcadia correspondent turned ski fanatic now that the weather had changed. It was a good lunch. However, I drank a Coke, thereby ruining my streak of no American-brand foods in New Zealand. If it counts for something, it had real cane sugar in lieu of high fructose corn syrup.

The drive to Wanaka was uneventful and pleasant. A nice open road and a warm day let me appreciate the landscape, unlike the last time I visited this half of the South Island. Wanaka came quick, and I quickly found myself sitting down at the dinner table with Tadhg, his mom Angela, and their friend Phinette (but not before visiting a skatepark and slacklining on some parking-lot chains!). Angela and Phinette make lovely meals, much like Tadhg and his friends in Dunedin. I wanted to get an early start the next day, so I went to bed early.

The four days of snowboarding went by really fast. I put in many hours each day, only stopping when I was completely shot. The first day was by far the hardest, I was having trouble getting used to the rental board and boots, as well as the 5 feet of powder at the top of the mountain. You really don't get to decide where to go with that much snow. The snow takes you wherever it damn well pleases. Nothing was groomed the first day either, and my legs were completely destroyed as a result. But the ultra workout let up the next three days, as powder was more distributed and runs were groomed. Each day was better than the last. I even tried some backcountry stuff on day 3, tramping 45 minutes to another peak for some private sessions.

In short, it was some sick boarding. I think I'm gonna try skiing next season though; watching Tadhg masterfully cut through the powder made me über-jealous. I also want to be able to stop and start whenever I want and not be a pain on the chairlift. I'll get my dad to teach me in a few months, it should be interesting.

Every night was about the same, Tadhg and I came home, chilled for a bit, and had dinner. Every dinner was awesome, I'm specifically remembering a pumpkin soup that really gripped me. We often played Euchre and watched TV for bit before falling asleep relatively early.

The last day was a bit different, seeing as I needed to return all of my gear in Queenstown. So I said some really long goodbyes and got on my way to be in for dinner.

OH! By the way, I had my new new favorite pie on this trip, in Wanaka. The place was called Hammer and Nail. Amazing stuff. Goes in the top 3 for sure. I had many pies on this trip.

So I got to Ferg at peak hours, which was perfect because I returned all of my gear while the burger was made. I got another famous Big Al, seeing as it was my last major meal of the trip. Delicious. After dinner I walked around Queenstown, taking in the festival. There were bands on every block; some of them were fantastic. Lots of covers being thrown around though, which I didn't mind too much, although I appreciate original stuff. There was some real talent being showcased for sure.

I went to my hostel when the festivities were dying down to hang with some of the other tenants. Turns out that a bunch of Scots and Irish folk had rented out the whole hostel, and I was one of three non-British people in the building! Everyone was really welcoming, so I felt at ease pretty quick. Couldn't understand a word the Scots were saying though. After the game room closed, everyone just hung out in the lobby until midnight when some of us wanted to go out. Our first bar included lots of sticky glass on the floor, so we quickly moved on. The second bar had burned down. Clearly, we were not meant to do anything that night. I, among others, checked out for the night and went to bed.

After sleeping in, I made my way to the airport and back to Auckland. The day was filled with many touching goodbyes from all of the people I've grown closer to over the semester. It was sad to see everyone leaving, sadder to realize I was leaving the next day. But I made the most of it and saw as many people as I could. I had an awesome dinner cooked by my friend Jinggoo, there were like 10 dishes! And he made it for 25 people. The dude is an extraordinary chef. After dinner I hung out with the Arcadians until  the late morning. Solid night.

Woke up pretty late in the day the next day, finished packing and cleaning, and played some pool. Then it was time to head to the airport for the longest travel day ever. But after 33 hours of buses, planes, and cars, I made it back home, where I promptly fell asleep until dinner (I slept 2.5 hours the entire journey).

Now that I'm home, I've been relaxing and doing summer things, like eating and sleeping. I walk my dog a lot, try to slackline at least every other day, and teach myself Spanish in between naps. But I keep falling back to thinking about the stuff I did the last 5 months, and I'm so proud of what I got accomplished. I got to see an incredible amount of New Zealand, meet great people from around the world, and tried so many exciting things. I'm surprised that I started doing yoga and whitewater kayaking, as far as new things go. I tried so much Asian cuisine that I'm going to feel lost when I go back to Rochester (but not too lost 'cuz the food there is amazing). And I can't believe I grew a mountain man-beard.

I never thought I'd make such good friends in such a short amount of time. I'll remember everyone forever, and I promise to keep in touch. To those from Arcadia, thank you all so much for being the most adventurous and outgoing bunch I've ever had the pleasure to meet. Jane and Kate, thanks for introducing me to your lovely country, pies, and Pineapple Lumps. Thanks to everyone I met abroad, I like to think you all made me a bit more worldly in the last few months, and that is very much appreciated. And thank you Tadhg (and everyone else who offered up their beds and couches during my journeys), you really made my trip a memorable experience.

And thanks to everyone who has been reading this along the way. I really just wanted to have something to look back on in a few years, but when I noticed I had an actual view count, you guys kept me going. I don't write very often, so this was good exercise. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it! This journey was amazing, I'm glad you all came along!

Haere rā!

Pierce

Wanaka was a pretty place

Tadhg and Angela


The Cardrona Hotel, Après Ski must-see. Awesome craft beer and fantastic (cheesy bacon) chips

That's the fluffy jumper kinda thing I talked about in the last post! Everyone has over-sized stuff from op shops

Warning: cell phone pic resolution commencing 

I love the gradient on the mountains. The braided river is pretty sweet too

#SelfieSaturday


The mountains are so bald! No trees anywhere

Gotta zoom in on this one, check out the RED TRIANGLE rating. So sick



One last dinner at Unilodge! Cheers bruh

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

My Second South Island Adventure!

Landing in Dunedin brought on an eerie feeling. I was on my own, for a whole week in the South Island. As I drove into the city, which was much brighter than expected, I fully realized what I had gotten myself into. It was cold. Like really cold. Rochester seriously has a rival in this town. Anyway, I arrived at this mansion up on a hill, a flat populated by 10 University ofOtago students, and the fun started. The place was pretty warn out, and cold as, but I was treated to a warm welcome from my host Tadhg and his peers. I was shocked by how close these guys were to each other, I had never seen such a tight-knit group of people. They do everything together, from cooking every night to playing Euchre and 500 until the early morning.

I was fed almost immediately upon arrival, a homemade Chicken Tiki Masala that filled my stomach wonderfully. After dinner, they explained why they all where these giant knit jumpers that go down to their knees. It's the only way to stay warm, as the flat had no heating. And no true scarfie (Otago student) would be caught dead without one. Honestly, the big fluffy things were hilarious, but I quickly donned an extra one for a few days. I told them about seeing the southern lights that first night, and they got all excited. We piled into a station wagon and drove for a half hour up Mt. Cargill. While we saw no lights, the Milky Way was in full force over the city.

The next morning i set out for the Otago Peninsula, the area that gives Dunedin the title of wildlife capital of New Zealand. My first stop was the albatross colony, where I saw many smiling fledglings, and one parent that came bombing into the hill at 75 miles per hour! Then I moved on to some small beaches where I encountered seals and sea lions. The sea lions were absolutely terrifying, but they reminded me of dogs, so I stayed a while. A while means like 4 hours. I was in love with the massive, stinky, loud creatures.

I came back to the city around 5pm, to tour the Speights brewery and learn about beer. After the history lesson, we were unleashed upon 6 endless taps, which was awesome. I met some Germans and Kiwis there. After the bar, I sauntered next door to the Speights Ale House for a fancy dinner. I ended up eating with the nice Kiwi family! We talked about the differences between New Zealand and the US for most of the meal (big one was college tuition). I learned that they were from Hawkes Bay, visiting their daughter who studies in Dunedin. It was awesome hanging out with them. This kind of encounter was the exact thing I was looking for on a solo trip like this.

The next day I checked out St. Clair and Tunnel Beach, both of which had some interesting terrain. After the path at St. Clair Beach ends, I was told by a local to climb up the cliff face for a better look at the waves hitting the rocks. And lovely flowers (spiky, but lovely). I down climbed for what felt like forever, but the view was awesome. The waves started getting too large (the spray was towering over me, I was getting soaked), so I had to move on. The nice thing was, for Winter, it was really warm out.

I moved on to Tunnel Beach, where I found some car keys. I then went on a mission to deliver said keys to their rightful owner. It took like 20 minutes, but I found two frantic trampers searching everywhere on a small beach, that you get to via tunnel! They were very grateful for my discovery. By the way, the tunnel is man-made, carved out of the rock (like 100m long) for no apparent reason other than to yield access to one of the most secluded beaches on Earth. Like many before me, I carved my name in the rock. Normally I'd be against this, but it's limestone and it wears away so quickly that my signage will most likely be gone within the year.

Driving back to the peninsula was awesome, the water was at high tide, and the clouds had moved away. This means I could see that I was driving on a windy coastal road not 1 meter above the water. I went back to Sandfly bay later in the day to try my chances at seeing the penguins again, as I missed them the day before. And boy did I find them. Along with the seal lion colony from yesterday, there were 3 Yellow-Eyed Penguins perched up on the hill at the end of the beach. I got closer to them as night fell, but it was too dark for a decent shot with the camera. Right before I left, around 60 Little Blue Penguins (the smallest in the world) started popping out of the water and chirping away.

I went back to the city, the scenic Highcliff Road to lead me home. I ate dinner at Velvet Burger (got free fries by winning rock paper scissors (which they call "paper scissors rock," or "rocking off" down here)), and headed back to the flat with more ice cream. It was much appreciated. I watched some pro cricket and learned 500 from them for the rest of the night.

Thursday was my time to leave Dunedin, and I headed out towards Timaru in the morning. Driving alone got me thinking about how stupid the car radios are here. They only get half of the frequencies on the FM band, unless you install an after-market radio. This stinks because apparently all of the good stations are in the hundreds. The other thing that I noticed is that other than in Auckland, this country doesn't believe in multi-lane highways. Every 10km or so a passing lane comes up, which is wonderful after a few minutes behind a slow moving semi.

After 20 minutes of driving, I was hungry, so I stopped in this town (it was literally 5 buildings along the highway) for a freshly baked pie. It was my second favorite in the country so far. I also perused the local op shop's collectibles.

Then I made my way to the Moeraki Boulders, a strange geophysical phenomenon sitting on a beach just off the highway. These boulders are absolutely perfect spheres as far as rocks are concerned, and I've been told no one exactly understand why they're the way they are.

Oamaru was on the way to Timaru, and the small town was fascinating. Known for cheese, art, and steampunk, this older Victorian-style town had everything a passing tourist could hope for. I found a limestone artist and talked to him for a while, and I ended up buying one of his pieces! My personal art collection now totals two pieces from around the world. The guy was interested in my economics background, and he gave me a little bit of info on the economics of tourism-driven art sales before and after the crash in 2008. It was incredibly interesting, and I'm going to look into it more when I'm home.

On my way out, I visited the Whitestone Cheese Factory and saw the Cheesemaster at work. I tasted some of there cheeses, and if you were wondering, their Windsor Blue was by far the best. I got some for my hosts in Timaru.

Timaru was another fairly small, spread out town. It was pretty quiet, which was weird because I was expecting rush-hour traffic on the highway. I found my way over to the botanical gardens, and took some pictures of ducks and warmed up in the greenhouse. Definitely a good way to kill some time. Even still, I arrived at the house before my hosts. They told me in advance that the back door would be open for me, but I still felt like a burglar walking into the empty home. Felt even weirder when I went to take a shower. Char came home a little later, and we talked about work and things about Timaru. Then it was off to the local RSA (Veterans' community center) for a crash course in Swing Dancing! After a nice roast, Char and Paul, among others, showed off their dance moves for a few songs, while I sipped a beer and nervously looked around. I knew it was coming, it was my time to learn.

And it was a blast. I actually planned on joining the swing dancing club at RIT, before I knew I was coming here, so now I got my introduction out of the way. I learned three basic moves, courtesy of the many fine ladies eager to teach me (as I've heard, this is not the experience I will have at RIT). And with those three moves I managed to dance for six whole minutes without feeling too repetitive. When I got home, I passed out, not to wake up for 10 hours (it was the most comfortable bed I had slept on in New Zealand).

Friday was open to interpretation, but the weather was really nice so I spent the day outdoors at the Timaru stables. I had never been to a horse race before, but I always wanted to after seeing Came a Hot Friday, a classic New Zealand film. I watched a few races, and I watched the betting too, and after two correct predictions, I decided it was my time to bet. A whopping $3, on Tallyho Tui. And that horse won me a free lunch, wouldn't you believe it? I ended up picking two more winners before my luck ran out that day. Honestly, I was just reading the booklet with all of the horse stats and picking based on previous performance, but everyone around me thought it was black magic. One man later thanked me for my predictions; he was using them the whole time and he netted $1,500! I only bet the one time, so I came out in the black at the end of the day (but with not nearly that much).

I spent the rest of the day studying and driving to the Christchurch airport, as my flight was for 6am Saturday morning. I fell asleep in the car for a while to pass the time. That next morning was rough, and I slept the rest of the day away as a result. Worth it.

This may very well be my penultimate post! I just finished exams, which I am totally stoked about, and tomorrow I fly to Queenstown again to begin my Snowboarding trip (and I'll be staying with Tadhg again)! I'm hoping for it to be an awesome way to cool down before I fly back to America, which I will be doing in just 7 days! Here's to one last epic trip!

Pierce

Just 5 minutes from Dunedin and the sky lights up again

Dunedin Harbor

A baby Northern Royal Albatross!

My first solo wildlife encounter of the trip, this sea lion came out of the water and fell asleep next to me on the beach

They really were just over-sized dogs


Sometimes I just liked looking at the waves


What a terrifying roar


The whole clan doing what they do best

Massive swag


This guy was a camouflage expert

Certainly not all of them were, however

The pup was adorable


They played in the water quite a bit. The younger ones were really good at body surfing

Sandfly Bay


The prettiest building on the Otago campus

The most photographed building in Dunedin, the train station

Colors were poppin' on my morning hike (St. Claire)

Really cool rock near Tunnel Beach

Initial Penguin Encounter

The windy Highcliff Road

 
The Moeraki Boulders



That train had like 4 flamethrowers on it


It started getting cloudy so I kept moving north

And I found ducks in the sun!

Great day for racing

My partner in crime, Tallyho Tui



It was a gorgeous day

Bonus picture: flatmates! (Courtesy of Kim's Instagram)