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 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

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

Rainy Rotorua

Wednesday February 15th – Thursday February 16th | Rotorua ๐ŸŒณ – Palmerston North ๐ŸŒง | 649 Km ๐Ÿš™

Apparently skydiving makes you pretty hungry so we went to BurgerFuel in Taupo for lunch. I had a Thunderbird chicken burger: chicken breast, aioli, jalapeรฑos, lettuce, tomato and, quite possibly the best burger topping ever, pineapple.  This place could definitely rival FergBurger. The burgers even came with a Doofer to hold it together while eating it. Genius!  Val and I also shared an order of kumara fries which are similar to sweet potato fries but better. The main difference (I think) is that a kumara has purple skin and is a little more fluffier in texture. 

From there we drove out to Huka Falls. Huka Falls are located on the Waikato river which produces approximately 15% of New Zealand’s power. The river system supplies eight hydroelectric stations and provides cooling water for two geothermal and one thermal power station. All of the waterfalls we’ve seen in New Zealand have been stunning: pristine water in beautiful shades of blue surrounded by luscious, green vegetation and Huka Falls were no exception. 

Waikato River just before Huka Falls

Around 200,000 litres of water plunges over the face of the falls every second and creates a huge amount of white water. It almost looks like foam created in a washing machine which explains why Huka Falls are named as such. Huka means foam in Maori. I wondered if anyone would be crazy enough to whitewater raft here and we found out later that yes, some of the locals do attempt it even with kayaks. 

The face of Huka Falls

We drove back up to Rotorua to the Redwoods Treewalk. The grove of redwoods were planted here in 1901 and the tallest tree is 72 meters high and has a diameter of 2 meters – apparently that’s enough wood to build 3.5 houses! It was a really nice walk through the trees which housed 22 different platforms to stop on to learn about the forest and admire the views. 

We spent Wednesday evening at the Tews home again before departing Thursday morning to the Living Maori Village at Whakarewarewa just outside of Rotorua. It was very interesting and deserves its own post so I’ll get to that later. 

The drive from Rotorua to Palmerston North was uneventful. Our boredom was interrupted only by two super cool roadside attractions. The first was a gigantic gumboot statue in Taihape. Taihape hosts an annual gumboot day (unfortunately we’ll miss it) including gumboot throwing competitions and a human dog barking competition.  Maybe next time …

Taihape: The Gumboot Capital of the World

The second was the town of Bulls. They have a massive, black bull welcoming you to town and the rubbish buns are shaped like milk crates. I also need to be friends with whomever came up with the witty slogans in this place. 


Herd of Bulls?  A town like no udder. 

Scrap-a-bull scrap booking store. 

Constabull – police station

Forgiveabull – church

Cureabull – hospital 

We didn’t spot the sign but apparently there’s one in town that points you to all of the different places. I’m sad we missed it.  Here’s a pic I took from their Facebook page. 

A few hours later we arrived in Palmerston North where we had booked a cabin for the night though I’m beginning to think we might need an ark at this rate … 

Rainy Rotorua

Black Water Rafting

Sunday February 12th – Monday February 14th | Greymouth ๐Ÿฅž – Picton โ›ด – Ohakune ๐Ÿ’ค |  753 km ๐Ÿš™ + 90 km โ›ด

The last few days have been pretty uneventful.  The most interesting thing we saw on the way to Greymouth was a one-lane car bridge with a railway track on it. Most bridges in New Zealand are one-lane only with a sign indicating whether you have the right of way or not. This train/car bridge was the first of its kind we have seen and tops the roundabout with a train track running through the middle of it which I thought was going to win the prize for weirdest road sighting. 

On Sunday we left Greymouth and drove to Picton.  Just north of Greymouth is Punakaiki Marine Reserve and the Pancake Rocks.  These are really cool limestone rock formations that, as the name suggests, look like a stack of pancakes piled on top of one another.  Scientists know that they formed under the sea 35 million years ago but are unable to explain exactly how they came to be in layers.  

Pancake Rocks

We carried on our drive to Picton and arrived at Waikawa Bay Holiday Park around 5:30pm. Supper was my long, lost favourite meal from Scotland: mince pie with Heinz beans … the can with the little sausages in them! It was a beautiful evening so I changed into shorts (first opportunity in a while), we set up our tent and played cards until bedtime while enjoying a bottle of New Zealand wine.  There was a lot of rocks with cute little sayings on them dotted throughout the campsite but my favourite has to be:

The bad news is time flies. 

The good news is you’re the pilot. 

Wine ๐Ÿท

Monday morning was wet! It started to rain halfway through the night, began pouring in the morning and didn’t seem to want to quit so we browsed through the shops on the high street until the sun came our around 11am and we could take the tent down.  Oh! I almost forgot about the pantless breakfast dude. Some guy came in to the kitchen to retrieve his food from the fridge.  He had a jacket on, since it was raining, but no trousers!  Val thought that he didn’t have any undies on either as you could see his white ass but from my viewpoint I could see them wedged up there … lovely breakfast sight…

The Interislander

We boarded the Interislander ferry around 1:45pm, departed the South Island at 2:15pm and relaxed until we reached Wellington three and a half hours later.  The ferry was quite nice.  There were a couple different cafes, a bar, live music, two movie theatres, a kids play area and two lounges you could pay a small fee to upgrade in to.  The first movie option was Why Him.  I’d already seen it (hilarious, by the way) so went with Assassins Creed instead.  The cinema was basically a big-ish TV on the wall in front of ten rows of six theatre-style chair but it was a good way to kill time (and brain cells… it was a dumb movie).

Windy Wellington sure lived up to its name. It might been worse than Lethbridge.  While trying to decide what to pick up for a quick supper Val made the ultimate dad-joke and suggested we stop at “Wendy’s in Windy Wellington”; pronouncing Wendy like Windy.  The apple really doesn’t fall too farm from the tree.  Instead we made a quick pit stop at New World Supermarket for some eats.

Three hours later we arrived in Ohakune.  We stayed at LKNZ.  This is the nicest hostel I’ve ever been in.  It was modern with what looked like brand new kitchens, a large private bathroom that housed a shower with a door (that’s luxury right now … most hostels have small showers with curtains), and a very comfortable bed.  Okahune is a big ski town so it was very quiet at this time of year but apparently it is hopping in winter. 

Tuesday February 14th | Ohakune ๐Ÿšฟ – Waitomo ๐ŸŒŒ – Rotorua ๐ŸŒ‹ | 369 km

We aren’t haven’t very good luck with weather on this trip.  It rained almost all morning on Tuesday as we made the drive to the Waitomo Caves.  The restaurants there are very expensive (tourism at its finest!) so, since we’re cheap Scots and had a tonne of time to kill, we made our way back to Te Kuiti for lunch.  There was a little cafe called Tiffany’s (yes you could have breakfast there) where we each had a curry and then shared a delicious cookie.  I can’t remember the name of it but I have to find the recipe! I think it was Cornflakes, nuts, cherries and honey mixed together and baked then dipped in chocolate.  

At three o’clock we checked in to Cave World. We donned our wetsuits (it is REALLY difficult to put on an already-wet wetsuit and I felt like I was wearing a soiled diaper… really gross but it’s my blog and I can write whatever I want …), a wetsuit jacket, and boots and hopped in the van to take us to the beginning of our adventure.  The caves are made of limestone that was pushed up out of the sea bed around 30 million years ago during a massive earthquake that raised the ocean floor up approximately 40 meters.  Over time water eroded through the limestone creating nearly 350 caves within a 50km radius of Waitomo.  The tour involved some walking, a (slightly scary) story (one of those ones where you know something is going to happen but even the anticipation of the outcome doesn’t stop you from screaming), floating in our tube, and a sweet water slide at the end.  It was amazing to see the glowworm dotted all over the ceiling of the cave.  They’re such a magnificent shade of turquoise it really is quite a magical experience.   

The Glowworms

After a quick shower and hot chocolate to warm up we headed off to stay with some friends relatives, the Tews.  They own Off Road NZ, an adventure experience company near Rotorua.  They were so welcoming and invited us in to their home with supper, drinks and a warm bed for two nights.  They were also being visited by a couple of Kingdons from Minnedosa – small world!

Black Water Rafting

Sticks n Stonz

Saturday February 11th | Franz Josef ๐Ÿš‚ – Hokitika ๐Ÿ• – Greymouth ๐Ÿ› | 279 km ๐ŸŒณ๐ŸŒฟ๐Ÿƒ

The first time I woke up on Saturday was to some douchebag incessantly knocking on a dorm room door next to us. He carried on for what felt like an eternity before Val jumped out of bed and told him to shut the F up and go sleep in the lounge.  She lay back down in bed for a few minutes before getting up to re-lock the door.  Thank god she did that because I was already planning the best way to execute a wicked spider-monkey elbow-drop move on the son-of-a-bitch from my top bunk … you never know if someone might bust into the room because they’re mad…

The second time I woke up was around 3:30am and it sounded like a freight train was running through the middle of our room. I almost tried my earlier-planned death-move on the snoring lady in the bed next to us but instead I just yelled “HEY!” and she quit sawing logs (or woke up … either way I was happy she was now quiet).

The third and final time I woke up was to my alarm clock at 6am. We got ready, ate and made our way to Hokitika.  Hokitika is a town situated on west coast of New Zealand on the Tasman Sea.  It is famous for its jade. Jade, aka pounamu, is a beautiful greenstone prized for its strength and durability.  There are a lot of jade carvers and stores in town all selling beautiful handmade carvings, necklaces and other jewellery.  

Some stores offer 1-2 hour carving experiences that offer the opportunity for you to carve a small, basic piece of jewellery for a nominal fee. The best one we found online, Bonz n Stonz, allow you to design and carve your own unique piece, approximately 7cm x 7cm, for the same price as it would cost to buy a similar item.

I had seen a fern necklace in another store and decided that I wanted to make one for myself.  I’m not artistic at all so I was glad I took a picture so I could try to replicate it on paper. 

My inspiration

Once you cut our your design you can select your piece of jade and draw around the basic shape.  The owner, Steve, cuts around the outline but after that you do most of the process yourself with the guidance of one of the carvers. Andrew helped us out with ours.

Step 1: Select jade and trace outline of design

From there the basic steps I did were:

  • Buff off the excess jade and start to shape the piece
  • Cut around the centre line of the frond and remove the jade on either side of it with a small, flat bit (almost looked like a metal thumbtack/pin with the pointy end held in the tool)
  • Make the notches and corresponding lines of the fern leaf
  • Buff away all the scratches using sandstone and progressively finer sandpaper to create a nice, glossy finish
  • Wash with warm, soapy water to get rid of the white dust you create when sanding
  • Dry and then shine with baby oil

Creating the grooves

It took around five hours to complete and now I have an awesome, unique, necklace that I can say I made (mostly) myself.

The finished product!

We were done our carving earlier than we thought so went to the nocturnal kiwi house where we saw (kind of – it was really dark) the male kiwi being fed.  The kiwi is a flightless bird that is native to New Zealand and is also their national symbol.  From here we drove out to Hokitika Gorge. The milky, turquoise water was absolutely stunning and I highly recommend taking the time to check it out.

Hokitika Gorge

Every year Hokitika hosts a Driftwood and Sand beach Sculpture Festival which allows anyone to enter their driftwood stick creations.  Here are some of the coolest entries still left on the beach when we got there and a picture of a pizza because pizza is life.

Hokitika Beach
Ballroom dancers
Artist & Easel
Love trumps Trump
Fat Pipi Pizza. 1/2 Cajun, 1/2 Mexi.

After an amazing pizza at Fat Pipi’s we drove on to Greymouth where we had splurged on a twin room at the backpackers hostel. Best. Decision. Ever.  No snorers. No door-bangers. No problem. Just a really nice Danish owner who shared with us those really good buttery Danish biscuits in a blue tin and used to work in Swan River…small world.

Sticks n Stonz