#BeBoldForChange

I grew up on a farm with my brother and sister.  Every Sunday I went with my dad, brother, uncle and cousins to feed the cows at our other farm yard.  I spent most summers riding my bike with my brother, 3 male cousins and another male friend who lived near us.  I was expected to take my fair share of household chores including dishes and mowing the lawn. I had Barbies, Lego and an entire box of farming toys.  I was given every opportunity my brother had.

Many of the sports teams I played on comprised mostly of boys but I never felt excluded or less valuable because I was a girl.  I was a member of the GirlGuides which provided me with a lot of opportunities to learn everything from sewing to cooking, camping and knot-tying.  In fact, my team and I won the overall award at a local event that included many scout and guide troupes and involved compass and map work, hiking, critical thinking and problem solving activities.  I was the only girl in my high-school woodworking class and received an award for passing with 100%.  

My entire life I’ve been surrounded by amazing women. Women who are smart, creative, successful, positive, independent, hardworking, thoughtful, leaders, empowered, sensitive, caring, driven and powerful.  Women who are the best in their field. Women who are paramedics, jail guards, teachers, early childhood educators, nurses, entrepreneurs, accountants, sales people, doctors, farmers, welders, mechanics, truck drivers, admin assistants, lawyers, personal trainers, bakers, chefs, yoga teachers, stay-at-home mums, caregivers, musicians, managers, clerical staff and business owners.  

Most men I know respect women and treat them the same as they would a male coworker or friend.  I work for a company that believes in gender equality.  I’m given the same respect and opportunities as any other person, male or female, and work with men who treat me as their equal.  I work hard to prove I’m good at my job.  Not good for a woman, just good.

Today was just like any other day for me. I went to the gym. I ran some reports for work. I took the garbage out. I folded laundry. I didn’t wear red. I didn’t attend a march. I didn’t participate in “A Day Without Women”. (Men would be fine.  My husband was no worse for wear after my month vacation). 

So why, after everything I stated above, am I writing a post for International Women’s Day?

Because when I was in university a girl I knew was raped.  I found her. The guy asshole acted like it was no big deal… “she didn’t say no”.  She wasn’t awake when I found her, had no recollection the next day and I know for a fact that she was not coherent enough to say “yes”.  We went to get a rape kit done the next morning and the hospital told her that the only way they could do one was if she was going to press charges.  Reluctantly she agreed – because it was her body and she had every right to know what happened – but the case never made it to court and charges were dropped due to lack of evidence. 

Because a few years ago when I took a managerial job in a male dominated industry, I heard through the grapevine that many men thought there was no way I could be successful as a female manager and that the business would close its doors within the year.

Because I know other men are appalled when they ask my husband “what’s your wife making you for supper to today?” And he tells them that he is cooking as I’m on the road for work. Again.

Because it’s ok for a guy to not want to take parental leave but as soon as a woman suggests it might be a good option for her, people act like she’s crazy.

Because I’m very fortunate to have so many opportunities but there are women all around the world being oppressed by men.  Women who aren’t strong enough to stand up on their own to those who control them.  

Because I believe that everyone needs to be equal.  I think career opportunities should be based on skills not gender. Women should start taking the garbage out and know how to check their oil. They should learn how to change a tire and operate power tools. 

Because I want to be the hardest-working/best/nicest/smartest/most successful/strongest … without the tag line “for a woman”. 

Because why the hell would I want to grow my hair 70 feet long so a prince could come rescue me when I could just kick the damn door in myself.

#BeBoldForChange

Jet Lag & Bad Habits

In 1960 a plastic surgeon named Maxwell Maltz observed that it took around 21 days for his patients to get used to their new faces.   He wrote about it in a book called The New Psycho Cybernetics an since it was published many people have adopted the belief that it takes 21 days to make (or break) a habit. There are other studies that suggest it is more like 66 days but it can vary substantially depending on many different factors including your personality and motivation.  I left for New Zealand on February 2nd and returned on February 25th. That’s 23 days of adjusted routine (no routine?) and 23 days of disrupted habits. Continue reading “Jet Lag & Bad Habits”

Jet Lag & Bad Habits

Home Sweet Home

Friday February 24th – Saturday February 25th | Dunedin ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฟ – LAX ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธ – CANADA ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฆ | a whole shit-tonne of kilometres ๐Ÿš™โœˆ๏ธโœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ค๐Ÿ›โœˆ๏ธโœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿท๐Ÿš™๐Ÿซ ๐Ÿ™ƒ

On our last day of the road trip I walked up the world’s steepest residential street: Baldwin Street.  I’d already packed my hiking shoes and didn’t think it would be easy in my Birks so I did it barefoot – true kiwi style.  Baldwin street has a slope of 19 degrees (we drove up a hill in Arthur’s Pass that was 16). In 1988 a guy named Iain Clark roller skated up it (yes I did say up. Crazy!)

Mural at the top of Baldwin Street, Dunedin

After that we drove out to Signal Hill for a sweet view of the city then had lunch at Ratbags before Val dropped me off at the airport.  

Panorama of Dunedin

I left at 3pm, had a short internal flight to Auckland, a few hour layover there, departed at 11pm, survived a 12 hour overnighter to LA, another short layover, then finally made it in to Vancouver around 9:30pm Friday night (gained back time coming from Dunedin to Vancouver).  Originally I was just going to crash in the airport until I remembered I’m not 18 anymore and a hundred bucks for a 6 hour sleep is more than worth it.

This morning I caught the red eye to Calgary and then on to Brandon.  Our plane landed at the international departures terminal which is almost as far away as you can get from the domestic departures so myself and four other passengers had 15 minutes to book it over there while the plane waited on us.  Someone was already in my seat so I got upgraded to 1A: preferred. Score! A glass of wine and a couple chapters of my book later we touched down in frigid Brandon.  Mike took me for lunch and we picked up our groceries from Superstore – thank god for click and collect!  Now I’m finally relaxing at home trying not to eat all the delicious chocolate I brought home!

I took seven flights (6 to travel, 1 for skydiving), two ferries and one train on this trip. We drove around 5000km in a tiny sky-blue Mazda Demio and visited so many places I’ve lost track.  We saw glaciers, oceans, mountains and national parks.  I crossed a couple things off the bucket list and added more than I removed. It was a whirlwind three weeks but it was awesome and I’m glad I took the time for the adventure. 

Home Sweet Home

Dunedin: Part 2

Thursday February 23 – Friday February 24th | Dunedin ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿš‚๐Ÿง | 195km ๐Ÿš™ + 116km ๐Ÿš‚

My final days in Dunedin! Bittersweet. I obviously want to go home to see Mike but I have LOVED my time in this beautiful country.  

On Thursday morning we went out to New Zealand’s only castle: Larnach Castle.  If you’re expecting a grandiose Scottish-style castle you will be disappointed but it is one of the few buildings of this scale in New Zealand and is stunning in its own right.  The story of the Larnach family is very interesting and also extremely sad.

The entrance to Larnach Castle

William Larnach purchased the land in 1870 and construction of the castle began the following year. He and his wife Eliza moved in to their home a few years later. They had six children before Eliza died at the age of 38.

Larnach then married his deceased wife’s half-sister Mary Alleyne. The children didn’t approve of this – they thought Mary was a drunk, which apparently was true. It looked like his business was going to fail so William put the family property into Mary’s name. They were only married for 5 years before she also passed away. Her will gave everything to the children so William was left with nothing. He then made his kids sign papers giving him “his” property back (they didn’t know what they were signing). William’s favourite daughter, Kate, also died which caused him great heartache. 

William then married Constance de Bathe Brandon who was much younger than him. The children never accepted her. It was rumoured that his son, Douglas, was having an affair with Constance. That, coupled with more financial strain, was the undoing of William. He purchased a pistol and shot himself in parliament on October 12th 1898. 

William Larnach sounds like a very colourful character who never really stood a chance. The Larnach family sold the castle in 1906. It passed through many hands before the Barkers purchases it, derelict and in need of much TLC, in 1967. They worked hard to restore the castle to it’s original glory and have purchased or borrowed much of the furniture and artifacts you can find inside. Some of the castle is kept private as the Barker family still resides there but you can visit a lot of the rooms as well as enjoy a bite to eat in the ballroom. I enjoyed a scone with whipped cream and jam. How posh. 

The inside of Larnach Castle

A morning snack in Larnach Castle Ballroom Cafe

After the castle we went to Cadbury World where we participated in a guided tour of the factory. Along the way we were given different chocolate bars to take home with us. They may never get eaten though as I still don’t understand why kiwis love to eat chocolate covered marshmallow so much!  (The Jaffas they gave me are long gone ๐Ÿ™Š). There’s a “tasting train” where you’re given an empty plastic shot glass to fill with melted chocolate (white, milk or dark) and can add toppings of your choice. You then eat it with a cardboard spoon – kind of like those old school ice cream treats you got as kids. So much chocolate. So much fun. I kind of felt like the kids in Willy Wonkas Chocolate Factory – specifically the girl who eats all the blueberries and turns into one.

Cadbury World
Our afternoon was spent on a train! We found a really good deal on Book Me (a discount/deal website) for the Taiere Gorge Railway Journey (it was around 50% off). The train winds its way slowly to Pukerangi where the engine switches ends and returns you to Dunedin. We were seated in an old fashioned, heritage, wooden carriage with sliding windows and netted baggage storage above us: it felt almost like something out of Harry Potter. The scenery on the trip is spectacular and you can also purchase food and drinks from the dining car.


Crossing the viaduct

The evening activity was penguin watching! The Otago Peninsula is home to the Royal Albatross Centre and is the only mainland breeding colony of the massive birds.  It is also where you will find the worlds smallest penguin: the little blue penguin.  Around 9pm we all walked down to the viewing platform and fifteen minutes later the first raft came ashore. (Raft is the term given to a group of penguins). It was really cool to see and definitely worth your time.

A raft of penguins
Dunedin: Part 2

Dunedin: Part 1

Wednesday February 22nd | Tekapo ๐Ÿ˜Ž – Dunedin ๐Ÿป | 325km ๐Ÿš™

We left Tekapo on Wednesday morning and made our way south. Around 75km before you reach Dunedin you’ll find the Moeraki Boulders. These are large, spherical rock concretions that were formed 60 million years ago. They’re pretty interesting to look at and definitely worth the stop. Some of them are up to 3 meters tall and estimated to weight several tonnes. 

Moeraki Boulders
A Moeraki Boulder

Don’t be fooled by the Dunedin city limits sign – you’ve still got half an hour before you actually reach the city!  Have no fear, though, as you will pass the Evansdale Cheese Factory where you can stop for some tasty samples. Cheese in New Zealand is a thousand times better than Canadian cheese (sorry dairy farmers but the shelf cheese in the store is bland compared to that in NZ). Evansdale is a small factory that was started in 1977 making it the oldest artisan cheese maker in New Zealand. 

We finally reached our hostel late afternoon, checked in then drove down to the Octagon (this is the high street/city centre area).  Dunedin is a beautiful city with lots of history. It was named after Dรนn รˆideann, the Scottish Gaelic name for Edinburgh, and is known as Little Edinburgh.  It was New Zealand’s first city and can lay claim to many other “firsts” including: first telephone call made in New Zealand, first gas streetlight ever burnt, first medical and dental school in New Zealand as well as the first newspaper published in the country. There are a lot of really stunning old buildings in Dunedin ncluding St Joseph’s Cathedral, Otago Girls High School, Dunedin Railway Station and Larnach Castle.  Full list of historic buildings here.  There is also a statue of Robert Burns (Famous Scottish poet. He wrote Auld Lang Syne.  You’re welcome) at the head of the Octagon.  His nephew, Thomas Burns, was one of the original founders of Dunedin. 

St Joseph’s Cathedral
Robert Burns Statue
One of the things I miss most from Scotland is fish & chips. Not the crap they serve at North American seafood restaurants. The fresh-from-the-ocean, good old fashioned, chippy supper. I have been waiting all three weeks for a blue-cod supper and my time arrived. I checked out Trip Advisor and discovered that the best fish supper could be found at a restaurant called The Best Cafe. How fitting. It’s a short walk down Stuart Street near the Railway Station. 

Best Cafe, Dunedin

When we walked in I was instantly reminded of the old fish and chip shops we used to eat at in Scotland. The old-school decor, the deep-fryer smell and the plate of bread and butter brought immediately to your table. Val and I each ordered the two piece fish & chip dinner: one piece famous blue cod, one piece elephant fish (a type of shark). The elephant fish was a more firm white type and the blue cod was flaky. Both were good but I definitely would recommend the blue cod: it’s worth the money. 

Fish & Chips at The Best Cafe
After supper we parked the car at the hostel and walked down to Speights Brewery. We literally walked down – everything is on a hill in Dunedin. The brewery tour started at 7pm and lasted around an hour. We learned about the history of beer, the brewery, how it was made then versus how it is made now, and finished off the tour with an unlimited sampling of their one cider and five on-tap beers. Hell yeah. 

On tap sample options at Speights
Helping myself to a beer

Dunedin: Part 1

New Zealand National Parks: Abel Tasman, Arthur’s Pass, Mt Cookย 

Monday Februry 20th | Blenheim ๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿ – Marahau ๐Ÿšฃ๐Ÿป – Moana โ›บ๏ธ | 526 Km

No matter how long Google maps tells you it will take to reach your destination, when in New Zealand you should add at least an extra half hour. For example it will calculate for you that place X is 160km and will take you 2 hours 10 minutes. You know that roads are different in New Zealand and that seems realistic so you figure 2.5 hours to be safe. Wrong. It will be closer to 3 hours especially if there’s roadworks and slow tourist traffic.

While we have never been late for anything yet (that’s surprising for those of you that know me!) we have definitely been pushing the limit. We arrived at Kahu Kayaks at 11:25am for an 11:30 guided sea venture. It was a stunning day in the Abel Tasman National Park: the weather really couldn’t have been better.  Blue skies and a hot sun made for the perfect afternoon. 

Abel Tasman Sea
Our water taxi took us out to Watering Cove where we relaxed and then started our voyage at 1pm. There were ten of us, including our guide Tyler, in five double kayaks.  We were suited up with a neoprene skirt to prevent water getting into the kayak and a life jacket to prevent drowning, obviously. 

After a quick safety briefing we paddled towards Adele Island. A French explorer named it such because he thought it looked like his pregnant wife (I think he just had too many rums).  It is predator free though they do still trap for any vermin that may decide to swim over. (Think rats. Those pricks are really good swimmers).  

Adele Island

The island is designated as a bird sanctuary.  Historically the sounds of bird calls on the island was almost deafening but over time the birds, defenceless due to their inability to fly, have been hunted to low levels by hungry predators.  Even though there are less birds than the past, the ones that are there sing beautiful music. It is so peaceful on the sea and the melodic bird songs make it even more idyllic.  The other noise you hear a LOT in New Zealand is the cicada. I don’t know what type of cicadas they are but if they’re periodic cicadas they spend most of their lives as underground as nymphs and after a decade or more they emerge in huge numbers 

Cicada

We made our way around the south side of the island to a fur seal colony. Fur seals used to be very abundant in New Zealand until they were over hunted and their numbers declined substantiallyfrom 2 million to 200,000.  They became fully protected in 1978 and you are forbidden from going within 20 meters of a colony. Their numbers have increased substantially since then. Normally you can see a lot of the seals sunbathing on the rocks but Tyler told us that at this time of year the males are nowhere to be found (baby comes and bu-bye dadio!) and the females will go hunting for three days at a time before returning to feed their cubs.  We did see a few babies frolicking playfully in the water and they were pretty cute.

Kayaking on Abel Tasman

For the remainder of the afternoon we slowly paddled back towards the main beach where we were picked up at 4pm. I can’t wait to go back there some day. The beaches and coves are only accessible by water or hiking trails. I would love to hike in and camp for a couple of days then kayak out. The company offers all sorts of tours and are willing to work with you to make whatever you like happen so they could drop the kayaks off at the beach for us and then take our backpacks back on the water taxi. 

Since this is my last week in New Zealand we have to start making our way back down to Dunedin (I fly out of there Friday afternoon).  We decided to drive all the way to Moana and camp at Lake Brunner Country Motel & Holiday Park for the night. We arrived around 10:30pm, pitched our tent and called it a night.

Tuesday February 21st | Moana ๐Ÿ• – Lake Tekapo โ›ช๏ธ | 625km 

The second National Park we drove through was Arthur’s Pass. It was a very scenic drive and we had a great day to see it. We drove through the town of Springfield which had, you guessed it, a doughnut for a roadside attraction. 

The Simpsons Doughnut
We arrived in Tekapo late afternoon. Wow. What a stunning place. After setting up our tent (yay for sun and finally being able to use it again!) we headed off to check out the Church of the Good Shepherd.  Both Val and I assumed it was in the middle of nowhere but it is actually just on the shore of Lake Tekapo. 

The Church of the Good Shepherd

My Cook was the third and final National Park we visited. Unfortunately the visitor centre was closed when we got there but I think the Sir Edmund Hillary Alpine Centrewould be a really neat place to cheat out sometime. 

After supper (venison sausages and lamb sausages: venison won) we played cards until dark. Lake Tekapo is one of the best places for stargazing due to the very low light pollution in the area. The night sky was spectacular. It was a perfect ink blue pierced with so many different constellations. It was so cool to see stars in the Southern Hemisphere as they’re different to what we have at home. I couldn’t take any pictures as I’m not a photographer but here’s a cool shot of the Church (it’s not mine it’s from Fraser Gunn I believe: Astrophotography NZ)

New Zealand National Parks: Abel Tasman, Arthur’s Pass, Mt Cookย 

Museums & Wine

Friday February 17th – Sunday February 19th | Palmerston North ๐Ÿ‰ – Porirua ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ  – Picton โš“๏ธ – Blenheim ๐Ÿท| … Km ๐Ÿš™ + 90km ๐Ÿ›ณ

Palmerston North is home to the New Zealand Rugby Museum.  We spent an hour here learning about the history of the game from the early 1800’s to present day.  Charles Monro of Palmerston North is the man who brought rugby to New Zealand in 1870.  You are welcomed by a statue of him outside the building. 

Charles Monro, founder of rugby in New Zealand

The museum is set up so that each section represents a decade in the history of the sport. There’s lots of interesting information and artifacts in the museum including uniforms, literature and photographs. Did you know a pigs bladder was the first “ball” used?  

A pigs bladder “ball”

“The Originals” refers to the New Zealand team that toured the Northern Hemisphere in 1905-06.  They won 34 out of 35 games and set the standard that every All Black team has tried to emulate since. 

We could’ve spent a lot longer here but decided to continue on to our ark for the night: Camp Elsdon in Porirua near Wellington. The most exciting stop on the way was a bird and wildlife park in Shannon called Owlcatraz. Unfortunately for us the rainy weather prevented any tours from taking place but we did get to see the stuffed and preserved head of Big Red, one of the worlds largest cattle beasts.  At 1.83 metres tall Big Red tipped the scales at 2060kg which is apparently the equivalent of 18,162 quarter-pounder burgers. 

Big Red

Camp Elsdon is probably as close to an ark as we will get on this trip. It is a Christian youth camp that rents rooms and campsites to community groups and tourists. We booked here for two reasons.  1. we are cheap. 2. nowhere else in Wellington had any rooms available and we didn’t want to tent in the rain.  We arrived around supper time and the place soon filled up with people who had missed the ferry to Picton (we think possibly due to an accident on the motorway).  The group was a mixture of adults, children and babies and was very loud. Due to being a Christian facility, no alcohol was permitted on site so, obviously, we ventured off to find a bar. 

Google maps suggested The Roundabout Bar which created a prime opportunity for Val to pull out another dad joke. I asked where where exactly it was and she replied “around about”.  Jesus Christ. In all reality we did have to navigate six or seven roundabouts before reaching the bar which, you guessed it, was located right beside another one. Since we’d already eaten supper we ordered wine and dessert: because we’re on holiday and can do whatever we want to. I chose the rhubarb and apple crumble and a glass of Roaring Meg wine. The waitress brought an extra-full glass for me because she just finished the bottle right into it. Excellent. 

Rhubarb apple crumble
There’s a really cool museum in Wellington called Te Papa.  It’s free to visit and there are many different exhibits spread out over six floors including Mฤori history and culture, the flora and fauna of New Zealand and, my favourite, Blood, Earth and Fire: The Transformation of Aotearoa New Zealand.  

I also found out that kiwifruit came from China and were originally called Chinese gooseberries. In 1959 they were renamed. One suggestion was “melonettes” but kiwifruit won.  Those grown in New Zealand were branded as Zespri in 1996 to distinguish them from the same fruit produced elsewhere. 


We killed time in Wellington until the ferry took us back to Picton that evening. Our hostel for Saturday night, Sequoia Lodge and Backpackers, was really neat. It was very clean with a large kitchen and common area and comfortable beds. 

Sunday morning was relaxed as we slowly made our way down to Blenheim and our next accommodation: Spring Creek Holiday Park.  The weather was perfect: beautiful blue skies, fluffy white clouds and a slight breeze to move the hot 25 degree air. After lunch we were picked up and escorted to the first winery in our afternoon tour arranged by Sounds Connection.  For $69 each we got to visit five cellar doors and a chocolate boutique. 

  • Allan Scott
  • Huia
  • Framingham
  • Nautilus
  • Makana Confections Chocolate Factory

In the Marlborough region, 80% of the wine produced is sauvignon blanc and 15% is pinot noir.  There are 170 winery’s but only 35 tasting rooms.  Despite the number of vineyards, winemakers can’t produce enough Sauvignon blanc to meet world demand.  We were able to taste four or five different wines at each stop and it was a great way to spend an afternoon.  

Allan Scott Wines. Stop #1

The winery with the most interesting name was Huia.  It is named after the huia bird which, now extinct, was native to New Zealand. The male birds has short, strong bills perfect for boring into trees for insects and bugs. The female bird has long, slender beaks which were able to extract the food that the male found. Because of this unique reliance on one another the huia birds partnered for life. 

Make and female huia birds

The most beautiful location was Framingham. The garden has many beautiful rose bushes and arbors as well as some cute sayings painted on tiles throughout the walkway. It’s not surprise that this place is a favourite wedding venue. 


The winery with the most expensive wine we tried was Nautilus Estate.  The Four Barriques Pinot Noir is $75 a bottle due to the fact that only four barrels are made each year. It was good but a cheaper $20 bottle will suffice for me. 

Sampling some $75 wine
Museums & Wine