Sunday, 12 February 2012

28 Jan: Tongariro Crossing walk


Again the ‘curse’ of having too much to do strikes in the form of about 2 blog posts in a month. You think each day that tomorrow you’ll finally find the time to update some photos and words on what’s been happening, but tomorrow never comes because something else, be it an awesome walking trail, twisty bendy road or some new friends come along to fill in the time. Really it’s a great situation but does make for painfully slow blogging, this one covers a walk across the Tongariro Crossing which it the time was the latest in a series of awesome days out which already feels as if it happened years ago.

With that waffley introduction, you'd be forgiven for thinking that what I'm thinking of typing is going to be in some way interesting or profound. In this case, you'd be wrong.

Having met a CouchSurfer in Auckland who’d mentioned if I liked walking there was a big organised even on covering the Tongariro Crossing, one of the North Island’s best one day hikes. The walk itself is a 7 hour 19.4km one day version of a larger two day trek around the national park, however as it takes in all the best views and experiences, it really seemed the best option, especially for the chance to walk in a group meaning there would be no real navigation problems and a life to the start and finish (its a straight line walk, not a circular).

Waking up at 5.30am on a cold morning in a small tent after a chilly nights sleep is never easy, but the sound of a French guy playing his trumpet (an agreed on insurance policy to get everyone up) got the day started. The usual assortment of back-packers and travellers we’d assembled slowly got round to organising who was going where in each car.

Outside was an apology of a shower, but it could develop into something spectacular (that's the weather, by the way, not my life). Risking it would blow over I only took a fleece and some food and drink for the day, as it turned out a fiercely icy wind meant everyone was glad for every layer of clothing they’d taken.

We arrived at the start of the track first and were meant to wait for the rest of the group, but it was so icy cold (the ground was frozen solid) and as most people prefer walking in smaller groups than big ones, we set off regardless to traverse the stark and spectacular volcanic terrain of Mt Tongariro.
View from the car park on arrival - morning mist
Start of the walk - information shelter
Icy ground cover

Icy ground cover
Icy ground cover
Sun rising beind Mt. Tongariro
Tongariro National Park is New Zealand’s oldest national park and a World Heritage area. Among its highlights are steaming vents and hot springs, old lava flows, beautiful water filled explosion craters and stunning views.

Walking starts across a long low plateau of volcanic rocks, at times with a wooden platform set above to preserve the rocks below from being trampled to bits underfoot. Crossing a couple of distinct lava flows brings you to a bowl at the bottom of Mt. Tongariro, recognisable as the real-life Mount Doom from the Lord of the Rings Trilogy, though you can also see there was a lot of CGI add ons!
Mt. Tongariro and the Devil's Staircase
Me infront of Mt. Tongariro (Mount Doom!

From here you climb the 400m Devil’s Staircase which isn’t actually all that bad, so named because of the amount of false summits, you keep thinking you’re at the top then another set of steps come into view. All the effort is worth it though to walk across the South Crater, a huge flat expanse (not actually a volcanic crater despite its name) which is covered with steam from the intense heat so close to the surface. A strong smell of sulphur and rocks that are warm to the touch despite an icy wind tells you volcanic activity is still on the go here.
Walking on past the top of Devil's Staircase
Walking across the crater through steam
Steam coming up through the crater
Me walking across the crater
Steam erupts as people walk through it
We kept walking as stopping meant the wind chill increased, meaning a fairly rapid climb up the Red Crater to the highest point of the trail flew bye. Your reward for reaching the top is a spectacular view across the central plains of New Zealand incuding emerald coloured pools across to the Blue Lake.
walking up to the Red Crater
Mordor!
Mt. Taranaki
Walking down scree to the Emerald Lakes
Emerald Lakes
Emerald Lakes
Emerald Lakes
Emerald Lakes
Being half way around, everyone takes lunch here after a fun 100m or so descending down a steep scree slope. The water is crystal clear but not drinkable due to an incredibly high mineral content.


After passing the emerald and blue pools, it’s pretty much downhill all the way an a very long and very gradual walk to the finishing point. We were well ahead of the main group so found a comfy hollow out of the wind and sat for a couple of hours enjoying cookies and views out to Lake Taupo until the main body of walkers began to catch up – we all thought the time would be better spent enjoying the view here than in the car park at the bottom.
Walking with the Red Crater behind
Red Crater
Descending on a well laid track
After passing through a wooded section for the last 5 or so km, you end up in a car park about 30 minutes drive from the start car park. With volunteers sorting out relay’s to collect each other’s cars from where they were left, we eventually landed back at the campsite at about 7pm, a 12 hour day with some excellent walking and plenty of time for sprawling out and relaxing too.
Chilling out enjoying the view
Descending down to the car park
End of the walk waiting for a lift
Back at the campsite
The campsite we were staying at held about 40 of the group and let us use the main kitchens and dining hall which was enough for twice the amount of people. Staying only that night, I needed to keep moving and start heading towards the south island, taking the west coast road through New Plymouth to Wellington.

Tuesday, 31 January 2012

16-26 Jan: Arriving in New Zealand


After three successive poor flights (bumpy landings and plenty of turbulence) my flight from Hong Kong touched down in Auckland on the 16th January for what is for now the last leg of this trip. From the air the North Island looked great, green rolling hills, forests and beach after beach. You hear all sorts of stories about NZ customs turning people away for seemingly trivial reasons and a total restriction on any items entering the country that are muddy or look to be carrying contagions from abroad.

Going through passport control, a young clerk looked at my landing card and queried the amount of time here, explaining about the trip he held an uncomfortable silence for a few moments before simply saying “Awesome! Enjoy New Zealand”, a good start and it’s just gotten better from there.

Being driven from the airport to a Couch Surfer’s place on the coast, the first thing you notice is how crisp and colourful everything looks. It’s the flip side of such strong UV light, you burn in 10 minutes when the sun’s shining but the natural greens and blues take some getting used to. Having spent almost two full days flying and waiting in airports with very little sleep, it was a good job my bike wasn’t due to arrive until the 18th giving me time to get caught up, some insurance/breakdown cover sorted and a new mobile sim card to keep the cost of calls down.

The 18th rolled round in no time and the day I was worrying about had started. I’d seen online and having spoken to a Kiwi in Nepal, had it confirmed, that cargo inspections by the Ministry of Agriculture and Forestry (MAF) could be a painful process. They inspect each consignment for dirt and will quarantine or return any shipments that look to contain something harmful to the local flora and fauna.

Menzies Cargo, where my bike was delivered off the plane
Taking the crate apart, all present and as should be!
Getting to work re-assembling it
Readt to roll!
After hassling the cargo company for details of where to go to get my bike released (most people use an import agent, but it’s not necessary), customs stamped my Carnet into New Zealand in under an hour and a MAF inspection was set up for the next morning . My worries were firstly the crate was untreated wood, something you’re not supposed to bring in according to a complicated website, and also that my bike would somehow have a clump of mud stuck somewhere despite hours of cleaning before crating it up.

Luckily my MAF officer David was satisfied with the briefest look into the top of the crate to confirm all was OK. Maybe I just caught them on a good day because that’s far from most people’s experience. After that, I had some space outside a Government run holding warehouse to build the bike up and was free to ride out. A warehouseman called Colin came past and offered some invaluable help with a couple of other workers to hoist my bike up by hand so I could get the front wheel back in which is always a pain. Not only that, but Colin got me a coffee and left me some details of his family home where I could call in on my way south. After really just a couple of days New Zealand was looking a bit special.

Visiting central Auckland while my bike was in with Experience Motorcycles for a major overdue service meant I could get in a visit to the Sky Tower and downtown. Sky Tower is one of a group of towers across the world that you can go up for views and a high level cafe. Being New Zealand, you can also abseil down off the top to the ground (you buy a ‘quickest way down’ ticket. If you’re completely crazy). I love Auckland, not many New Zealanders do, but they have a fairly skewed impression of what ‘congested’ really means. It’s incredibly relaxed, rush hour traffic builds up but keeps moving, the streets are wide and pedestrian friendly. The city centre has a clean and fresh looks that suggests it was all built in the last 10 years.
Auckland Sky Tower from below

At the top on glass floor panels!
Auckland from above
From ground level
Meanwhile... my bike had been getting a thorough going over and now had a new seal to stop the persistent oil leak, an oil change, new brake pads, two bolts that hold the sub-frame in place removed (they had sheared off on Indian pot-holes) the holes re-drilled and new ones put in place and a host of other bits and pieces. All in all, baring a front tyre that needed replacing, it has never ridden better.

The next two days were spent staying with my parent’s neighbours in their son & wife’s beautiful house in West Auckland where we all took in a classic and hot rod car show one day and a trip to Kelly Tarlton’s aquarium the next. Amongst driving around mountains, meals out, BBQ’s and many glasses of wine from the village winery, the days flew bye all too soon.
Kumeu car show - a plane trike!
Kumeu car show

A Dodge Challenger
A big R1200gs with sidecar
A poor condition Triumph amongst the show-Harleys
On the walk home - a 'homes for sale yard'. Buy one and they
transport it to your site and plug it in, ready to move in!
Penguins at Kelly Tarltons
Penguins at Kelly Tarltons
Sea Horses
The Lusseys family
Having arranged a new front tyre which completes my bike’s refresh, it’s time to get out and see some of New Zealand!

Taking the road south from Auckland to get to the South Island while the weather is good is fraught with difficulties. The problem is, people are just too damn friendly and won’t let you get anywhere! I stopped at Pukeno for an ice cream with Colin from the airport after which an elderly couple spotted my Yorkshire stickers on the bike and re-told their family history of coming from Thirsk, for at least an hour.
Riding gravel roads
Riding gravel roads through the countryside
We took an ice-cream, but not this one
Colin from the airport
My plan was to head down the west coast and call in at New Plymouth for a nights CouchSurfing (hotels are incredibly expensive so this is a life-saver!) which turned into two because there’s a lot to see and the family I was with had five really friendly and bright kids who loved the opportunity to get out around town to their favourite places with a stranger. The town’s park had a festival of light on which was an incredible effort involving music, hanging lights and creativity that created a beautiful place which half the town had turned up to enjoy.
Camping by the coast on the way to New Plymouth
Sand near Port Waikato

The coast at Port Waikato
Typical roadside post boxes
Lights up in New Plymouth park
More lights
Playing light through a fountain
I could go on about every small detail about why New Zealand is so excellent, but really I need to get onto do the next post about the Tongariro Crossing walk which is just awesome. That’s the problem with New Zealand, you do something which is awesome and plan to write and write about it, then the next day something more awesome happens, and the day after and the day after... then you go walk the Tongariro, known as one of the world’s greatest one day hikes. People say the North Island isn’t really what New Zealand is about, if that’s so, I just can’t imagine what the south is like!

Friday, 13 January 2012

13th Jan 2012: Quick update from Nepal

As Kathmandu's 11 hours a day of power outages continue good internet access becomes a bit tricky so in lieu of a big 'end of 2011' post, just a quick update following a few days of frantic scrubbling, power washing and measuring to get my bike squeaky clean. New Zealand has a neurotic approach to imports and the slightest bit of dirt will have my bike quarantined and in trouble, so a thorough 4 hour washing session later, it was in the airport cargo area for more scrubbing and packing. Inbetween the work five other bikers arrived in Kathmandu on their way to various points filling nights in with food and drink despite January being a dead month for tourists being in Nepal because of the freezing cold night temperatures!

It's now behind the mesh screens in thepictures below in the international 'customs bonded' zone waiting for a Thai Cargo flight to Auckland, where my next update will come from!

Just rode into customs and onto the base of my crate
Another f650gs waiting to go
Front wheel off and strapped to the base
My bike taking longer than the other two because it
has to be spotlessly clean for entry to NZ.
Panniers tied up

Knocking the crate together
Finshed - photo with Damon and Paul
Manhandling the crate onto scales before it goes into
the bonded area and out of my hands until Auckland