Thursday, May 03, 2007

A Wonderful Dinner with Good Friends...

Wellington, New Zealand


The food in New Zealand has been surprisingly better than originally expected. There are many choices due to the diverse culture on the islands. We have visited the local Malaysian, Indian, Korean, Thai, and Turkish restaurants, all of which were very good. However, last night we visited the Matterhorn in Wellington, which boasts local cuisine with fresh, organic produce and meat.

The Matterhorn was featured in a recent issue of the Daily Candy and was forwarded to me by my good friend Angela. I decided to look the place up before we got into Wellington and made sure it was on our dining itinerary.

The entrance, down an alley off of Cuba Street was a little awkward. We requested a table and were told we could make ourselves comfortable at the bar; a table would be available in about 30 minutes.

The restaurant boasts a lumberjack theme, but I found it much more elegant. The bar was very beautiful and stretched at least 25 feet. Lacquered and stained wood, mahogany in color, covered the walls and ceiling. The mahogany color was accentuated by subdued golden and copper colored lights placed perfectly behind the three levels of bottles behind the bar. After asking, we found out they use eco-friendly pine on the bar and ceilings, stained to give the appearance of mahogany.

We all ordered a cocktail and sat back enjoyed watching the three bartenders run up and down the bar making everything from a Blood Orange Martini, to a Margarita with fresh squeezed limes, to a perfectly poured bottle of Duvel. All drinks were mixed, stirred and shaken by hand; there were no electric mixers or pre-measured concoctions. These guys were pros.

After a few drinks we sat down at our table. The menu included several dishes New Zealand is famous for such as lamb, fish and beef. After the excellent beef in Argentina, I figured I had to compare the New Zealand beef.

The beef was cooked medium rare, served on top of oxtail with chorizo and chickpeas. There was a spicy chipotle butter sauce on top of the steak that melted, mixing with the flavors of the oxtail, chorizo and chickpeas. The preparation was totally different than the simple salt and pepper on the steak in Argentina, but the tenderness and flavor was comparable.

The other dishes were equally tasty. Marc and Shelby both had the daily fish, which was tuna, served with little soft, fluffy gnocchi. Dustin had the chicken which flaked off the bone. We shared a tasty bottle of local wine to go with the local food, a 2005 Lamont Pinot Noir.

This was our best meal in New Zealand so far, and probably our best meal with Shelby and Dustin. We figured the next few nights in Abel Tasman will be rice and more rice with a little soup mix.

It was a great way to spend an evening… great food and great friends.

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

A Day in Wellington...

Wellington, New Zealand


Our mission for the day was to secure our Australian Visas prior to departing to the South Island. US Citizens must obtain a Visa prior to arrival in Australia. We assumed it wouldn’t be a big hassle to get our Visas during our stay in Wellington.

We walked about two miles north of central Wellington to consulate-row. When we arrived we discovered a large blue sign with white lettering on the Australian High Consulate security gate; essentially explaining they don’t issue Visas in Wellington… Visas are ONLY issued in Auckland. Shit! Frustrated, we jotted down an Internet address posted on the sign regarding visa procedures and did an about-face back towards the town center.

I was panicking a little, while Marc assured me it was a small issue and we would be fine; “it’s not like we were stuck in Burma without visas.” I was frustrated because I knew we should’ve done our research prior to our latest departure from the US.

After making the trek back to the town center we found an Internet café. After a few minutes of “digging” we discovered that since we are US citizens we can apply for an Australian Visa online. We paid our $20 electronically and our main task was completed. Marc gave me a “see I told you so smile” and off we went to explore the city.

The afternoon started with a ride on the cable car up to Wellington Botanical Gardens overlooking the city. The much hyped Fall colors were out in force, affording us several photo opportunities as we wound our way down the footpaths of the garden, across streams, over bridges and around ponds filled with mallard ducks.

We passed through a vibrant, healthy rose garden with every color of rose possible. My favorite was the Orange-Lemon; a hybrid with orange and yellow swirls. We were surprised at the tenacity of the roses still thriving in the garden in the Fall afternoon and could only imagine how voluminous the garden must be in the heart of the summer.

After we captured several pictures from the rose garden, we continued down the path back towards the city. We stumbled upon an old cemetery which was partially excavated when the city of Wellington decided to build a highway through the graveyard. Approximately 3000 graves were displaced and relocated to another part of the city. We zig-zagged our way down and through the historic cemetery, stopping occasionally to read headstones dating back to the mid 1800’s. The Autumn colors and weathered wrought-iron fencing surrounding each site was pleasant to the eye, but I’m sure there are several unsettled spirits in the area.

As we exited the cemetery on The Terrace street we found a small house that was still inhabited and overlooked the graves (possibly the home of the previous caretaker)… I’m sure the residents have some good stories to tell. I guess we will never know.

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Road Trip Part 1: The End...

Wellington, New Zealand

May 1, 2007
S 41°17.368
E 174°46.951

After returning the Ford Territory to Hertz we determined we covered at least 2086 KM (1293 miles) in one week. We saw the Far, Far North, 90-Mile Beach, Bay of Islands, Auckland, Rotorua, Lake Taupo, Napier, and now we are in the far South… Wellington.

Driving is really the only way to see New Zealand. Unfortunately, the highways on the North Island are only two lanes, often very curvy and at times unpaved; thus, making driving times significantly longer than most folks from the States would expect. Imagine driving 1300 miles along Highway 1 (PCH), toss in some unpaved roads, rain and then driving on the wrong side of the road… that’s New Zealand.

The four of us passed the time on the road playing car games. Our favorite game was Six-Degrees of Kevin Bacon—the game where you link another celebrity to Kevin Bacon. We took in the scenery, especially the autumn colors that brightened up the countryside; even in the rain.

Of course we saw several small (and very small) towns during our leisurely drive, all of which started to look the same.

Each town we passed through had a minimum of one Fish and Chips shop that usually sold Chinese food, a bakery/café, a video rental store, and a few quaint shops selling antiques, New Zealand souvenirs, or other trinkets. The larger towns had a McDonald’s, KFC, Subway, and if really upscale, a Burger King. Most store fronts were nondescript, making them easier to blend together with a similar store in the next town, or even next door.

Each town had at least one immaculately manicured park with a playground; however, we never saw any children taking advantage of the playgrounds—even on the weekend. The free public bathrooms along the way were also very clean, cleaner than any public bathroom I have ever been in at home. I would imagine a Kiwi would gasp in horror if they walked into the public restrooms in Washington Square… it would be fun to see ;-)

We made the final 300 KM of our journey on the North Island, ending up in Wellington. We'll stay here for three nights before heading to the South Island. I think all of us our ready for a break from the car, and our legs are in desperate need of exercise. We’ll get the exercise for sure, especially since we turned in the rental car and plan on seeing Wellington on foot—the best way to see any City.

Rain and the Road...

Napier, New Zealand

April 30, 2007

Drip, drip, drip… was the sound of rain hitting our tent when we woke up this morning, and it meant another day of rain. We’ve been pretty lucky over the past week; it has only rained at night, allowing us to explore the island during the day without getting wet. Unfortunately, this morning we had to put away a soaking wet tent—at least we weren’t floating on water like last night!

We packed up the truck and headed out of the Holiday Park. We decided to grab some breakfast in town and come up with an alternate plan to our day hike in Te Urewera. The trailhead was about 140 KM of out of the way, and we didn’t really want to hike in the driving rain.

We opted to head towards Lake Taupo and explore a few of the sites in the area before heading to Napier, our final stop for the night. We stopped at Huku Falls near Lake Taupo to view the “spectacular” falls accordingly to the New Zealand Tourist Board. The falls lacked, well, a fall, and instead the water roared down the river more like a Class 5 rapid. A couple of tourists actually approached Shelby and I on the trail asking us to point them towards the water fall; we explained the “waterfall” was actually the rapids they just passed. Oh well, at least we got to take a break and walk around in the rain for awhile.

After leaving the falls we took a quick drive to the next New Zealand natural attraction. Large craters, emitting plumes of steam, are scattered across Crater of the Moon park. Vigorous growing fauna in all shades of green surrounded the red, orange, yellow, and blue mineral deposits in the bubbling pools. As we walked through the park in our Tevas the earth below our feet was actually warm; reminding us that the WARNING signs in the park were posted for a reason. The views were spectacular; however, we couldn’t help imagining the vivid colors on a sunny day… maybe next time.

We left Crater of the Moon and continued our Road Trip towards Napier. I continued to admire the fall colors as we drove down the two lane highway. The leaves were displaying their bright Autumn colors; something we definitely don’t see in California.

We finally made it to Napier and found a great room at the local Top 10 Holiday Park. The room slept four, had a kitchen and a bathroom and plenty of space to dry-out our tents... pure luxury! We decided we would relax and stay “home” and have a nice home cooked meal. We sat around the table and drank several beers, including the beer from Sawmill Brewery, and just recovered from a long drive and a day of rain.

We’ll cover more mileage tomorrow as we head to Wellington, but hopefully it will be without rain.

Monday, April 30, 2007

Ewww...What is That Smell?

Roturua, New Zealand

April 29, 2007

S 38.08.172
E 176.14.369

Marc and I had two top priorities for the day—update the blog (internet access has been spotty in the rural areas of the North Island) and do laundry. Our towels were completely covered in mud after the floating tent incident and in desperate need of a wash. Dustin and Shelby had wash to do as well, so that consumed most of our morning. We were all fine with a little relaxing after two hardcore days in the car.

After the chores were finished, we headed out on a walking tour of Rotorua. The mid-sized town (10,000 pop.), by New Zealand standards, is famous for its thermal baths, hot mud pits and Maori culture—the walking tour included all of the above.

Prior to coming to Rotorua, I was warned that the sulfur smell leaves one holding their breathe until they reach the next town—I get the point. The town reeks of rotten eggs, the most pungent farts and the smelliest blue cheese all mixed together making Pepe Le pu smell like roses.

During the walking tour we quickly realized we wouldn’t get used to the smell, so our only option was to move onto the next town. We are off tomorrow to hike in Te Urewera National Park.

Saturday, April 28, 2007

A Long Day, A Detour... All Saved By Beer!

Rotorua, New Zealand

April 28, 2007
S 38.08.172
E 176.14.369

When we moved our tent we had approximately 2 inches of water pooling underneath, but luckily nothing broke through the tent. With Dustin’s help, we quickly moved our tent to higher ground. Luckily, Shelby and Dustin were fine in their tent…they didn’t have the flood problem since they originally set-up on higher ground.

The rain subsided shortly after we jumped back into the tent. I was a little upset, dreaming of a nice warm room with a bed and no water pooling underneath us, but then Marc reminded me about Erinmarie Forte and her family.

I received an email a couple weeks ago explaining that Erinmarie’s entire house flooded due to the tremendous storms the Northeastern States received this winter. The backyard had 10-12 feet of water, the garage 8 feet, and the house 6 feet. They lost several of their personal belongings including gifts for their twins who just celebrated their 1st birthday the day before the flood. I quickly realized the situation I was in; on vacation, traveling around the world with a little water on my tent was nothing to be upset about. I promised to quickly forget the whole incident and think good thoughts for Erinmarie and her family as I fell asleep to the drizzle.

When we awoke the rain had finally stopped. We planned on waking up early since we had a lot of ground to cover. Our plan was to get from 90-Mile Beach to Rotorua with a few stops along the way, approx 560 KM (350 miles).

After a few basic stops for water and bathroom breaks, we decided to cut over to the east coast to check out the town of Leigh. Shelby read about a small private brewery and wanted to check it out; I read about the charming town and thought the stop would be worthwhile. Since we’re on a Road Trip we figured what the Hell… lets go!

As we approached the coast the surroundings started to look familiar. Did we go this way before? Are we backtracking? We weren’t sure, but as soon as we reached the Smashed Pipi restaurant, a tell-tale sign; we knew we had been here before. I hate being stuck in a car all day, but I hate being lost even more! I told Marc to pull-over so we could figure out where the heck we were.

It appeared we missed the cutoff to Leigh, but a friendly lady gave us perfect directions to get back on track. She explained we needed to go back about 10KM, keep straight at the School Road and then follow a gravel road that lead to Leigh. Dustin repeated the directions three times, to make sure we had them correct.

We followed her directions to a tee, but when we eventually found ourselves on a dirt road in the middle of cow and sheep pastures with two options: 1) a dead-end road or 2) a road back to the town where the friendly lady gave us the original directions.

Marc decided we were lost and figured we might as well go see what was at the end of the dead-end. After a few miles we arrived at a small lake where a man was just climbing into a kayak; obviously going out for a quick paddle.

We decided to stop for a few minutes to stretch our legs and check out the lake. Dustin quickly jumped out of the truck to catch the man who was ready to head out on his kayak. When we asked for directions the Kiwi had to pause, obviously thinking, “What the Hell are these guys doing here?” He thought for a moment and then asked where we were from before giving us the directions. It was obvious we were lost since we found this very remote lake. When we told him California, he quickly asked where, we responded. It turns out the guy grew-up in Belmont, CA and moved to New Zealand 25 years ago. He explained he was also a plumber (like Dustin) and claimed he got stuck in NZ after getting married and having a few kids. After the pleasantries, and offering Dustin a job, he advised us the best way to get to Leigh.

The road the lady told us to continue straight on was where we needed to turn right. It was almost as if the directions the “friendly” lady provided were flipped around on purpose. Of course, I couldn’t see a Kiwi giving us bogus directions on purpose; she must have thought we were going to the lake!

We finally got back on the correct path, now a 3 hour detour, and made our way towards Leigh. We arrived at the Sawmill Café and quickly noticed it was closed, but the parking lot was full of cars. We decided to pull in anyway since the brewery was one of the primary reasons we headed to Leigh.

It turned out the Sawmill Brewery was open. We walked into the cottage and immediately spotted the brewery equipment. The taps were lined up against the wall with large stainless steel vats taking up the majority of the space in the middle. We instantly forgot about the lengthy detour we just endured. The Brewmaster, Peter Freckleton, and his wife were very friendly, almost welcoming us into their home.

We tried several of the microbrews on tap before deciding to purchase the first ever four-pack of cans. The couple had just purchased a machine to seal their beer in cans and produced their first four-pack a few minutes before we arrived… and then the power in the small town went out. We also bought a 2 liter bottle of Pale Ale for good measure.
With smiles on our faces, we hit the road again and we didn’t stop until we hit Rotorua—at least four hours later.

Note: As luck would have it… when we arrived in Rotorua the town was completely booked with marathon runners. We ended up throwing up our tent at the Holiday Park hoping we don’t flood tonight.

Our Dog for the Day...

90 Mile Beach & Cape Reinga, New Zealand

April 27, 2007

Right after we pulled our tent down the rain started—sprinkling at first and quickly turning to a steady shower. We quickly tossed the rest of our stuff in the truck and got on the road. We continued towards the Far North until we hit the small town of Cooper’s Beach about one hour into our drive where we stopped for a quick lunch of peanut butter, honey and banana sandwiches.

The rain subsided and the sun came out in full force about 30 minutes before we arrived at the beach; allowing us to enjoy our lunch and explore the beach and tide pools. As we strolled north along the beach a mid-sized black dog started following us. The dog stayed in between us and the ocean, herding us away from the water, as we walked about a mile to the tide pools; at times he seemed to be anxious or nervous. He was obviously someone’s dog, but today he was our protector—keeping us out of the water and the swift ripe tides visible from the shore. The dog was very timid, not allowing us to get close enough to pet him, but wagging his tail and enjoying the whole journey.

We said goodbye to our dog and continued up the coast towards 90 Mile Beach and Cape Reinga. Again, I hoped to get a picture of the Cape Reinga lighthouse for my mom since the one on Cape Brett was being renovated. Cape Reinga is the most northern point on the North Island of New Zealand; where the Tasman Sea and the Pacific Ocean meet; making the lighthouse the first site many sailors view when making the journey around the Cape.

The drive to Cape Reinga was very long with the last 20 KM of the journey on a gravel road; however, the coastal scenery was worth the drive. It appeared windy outside as we pulled up to the sacred ground once occupied by the Maori tribes, but we weren’t prepared for the intensity of the wind. We opened the car doors and the wind nearly blew the door off its hinges. The wind was howling at least 60 KM per hour as the two seas collided below us. Marc tried to pull on his jacket and hold onto his camera bag at the same time—he thought he was going to lose both—I quickly grabbed the jacket and recommended he place a foot on the bag.

After dealing with the wind we made the quick trek down to the light house taking plenty of pictures along the way. In the distance we could see the white sand dunes from Te Paki Reserves alongside the bright blue water from the Tasman Sea. The scenery around the lighthouse was spectacular; white caps were jumping off the water, waves were crashing against the shoreline below us, lush green vegetation was being savaged by the winds and all the colors were intensified by the grey-blue backdrop of the sky.

After we were completely wind-blown we jumped back in the Territory and headed towards the Holiday Park about 100 KM down the road. The park was located at the most southern point of 90 Mile Beach and we hoped to catch a sunset since we were now on the west side of the island.
We got to the park, set up our tent and quickly headed to the beach. The weather didn’t cooperate with us this time; we had too many clouds to see the sun dip into the Tasman Sea. Oh well, at least I got the picture of the lighthouse for my Mom!

Other notes: I’m currently in the tent writing the blog and the rain is now coming down in buckets! The water level is rising around us and Marc is outside trying to dig a trench to protect us from the rising water.
Oh shit, Marc’s yelling that we have to move the tent because it is practically free floating in the water right… gotta go, more to come.

Thursday, April 26, 2007

A Day on the Bay...

Kerikeri, New Zealand

April 26, 2007

Bright sun was shining down on our tent causing condensation to drip and hit me in the eye, quickly jolting me awake. It was right around 8:00 AM and I could hear the birds singing, ducks quacking, and the stream running only a few meters from our tent. The noise was calming and a perfect way to start the day… minus the water in the eyes.
As we drank coffee at our campsite we decided it was the perfect day to hit the Bay of Islands half-day cruise. With a cloudless sky, Shelby and I quickly walked up to the Holiday Park reception office and booked our tickets. Anxious to explore the islands, there were only two things on our mind—a day of perfect weather and the expectation of stunning scenery… just like in all the shiny tourists’ pamphlets we’ve collected.

We drove 22KM from Kerikeri to Paihia to catch the ferry to the various islands and the infamous “Hole in the Rock.” The tour was scheduled for four hours with a one hour stop-over on Otehei Island.

The catamaran set sail at precisely 1:30 PM to perfect weather. We sat on the upper deck where we could see the spectacular scenery and incandescent colors surrounding us. The bright blue water, surrounded islands of lime green pastures and dark green forests; this combined with the rainbow colors of sea kayaks treading the waters around the islands only added to the potpourri of colors.

There was only a small disappointment. At the end of Cape Brett stands a light house that operated until 1978 when it became automated; it’s now a tourist attraction. I was excited to take a picture of the light house for my Mom since she spends some of her spare time volunteering at the local lighthouse in Westport, WA. However, when we reached the Cape the lighthouse was covered with tarpaulin and scaffolding. Apparently, the light house is undergoing a much needed renovation—sorry Mom.
We moved from the lighthouse to the highlight of the cruise, the “Hole in the Rock,” which was truly astounding. The rock formation is millions of years old and no one knows when the hole formed. None of us thought our skipper was actually going to navigate the catamaran through the Hole. In fact, Marc started feeling ill about this time since the seas in the Pacific Ocean were a little choppy, and headed downstairs where the ride was calmer. He figured the Captain was simply showing us the Hole and then would head towards our stopover point on Otehei Island. Luckily, he realized we were going through the Hole and quickly moved to the outside bow and enjoyed the experience as we did upstairs… minus the seasickness.

The captain had eight feet on each side of the boat to clear the rock walls; we didn’t think she could do it, but she proved us wrong. When we got to the other side, the sun was starting to set and the sun glistened on top of the water. Shelby, Dustin and I stood on top snapping pictures like crazy and holding on for dear life as the boat rocked back and forth from the choppy Pacific waters.

As we headed away from the rock I went to check on Marc, he was fine, and I was happy to learn he saw the miraculous Hole in the Rock. The afternoon was really spectacular and one of those things you really have to do as a tourist.

Tomorrow we continue our road trip heading further North towards Cape Reinga.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Road Trip!

Kerikeri, New Zealand

April 25, 2007
S 35°13.706
E 173°56.441

Two minutes into Marc’s shower the fire alarm sounded. He started barking orders to me to grab a few things as he jumped out of the shower and pulled on a pair pants and a shirt. We quickly made our way down the stairwell and found Shelby just ahead of us; the three of us rushed out the front door of the hotel right as the fire department arrived. Shelby mentioned she grabbed her iPOD, but “forgot” her husband—whoops!

After the fire department determined all was clear, we were allowed back in the building. Marc finished his shower, we gathered our packs, and headed back downstairs to load up the Ford Territory and begin our journey to the Bay of Islands… of course not until we posted a new blog update.

We never found out what triggered the fire alarm, but we quickly forgot the incident as we made our way up Motorway 1 North. Marc drove and actually said he was beginning to feel comfortable driving on the left side of the road after a few kilometers. Our Road Trip officially started!

We figured a few stops up the coastline would help break up the journey; our first stop was the Honey Café. They produce honey on-site, with bees flying everywhere, and sell several of their products; obviously not a great place to stop if you’re allergic to bee stings. However, since it was ANZAC Day, similar to Memorial Day in the States, the store didn’t open until 1:00 PM. We missed out on the fresh honey since it was only 11:15 AM, but we did see lots of bees and received some excellent travel advice for our trip North from the shop owner.

As we continued up the coast, several businesses were closed due to the holiday—most until 1:00 PM which is the minimum required by law, others all day.

We made a quick stop at Langs Beach to take in some of the beautiful coast line, and we knew the beach wasn’t closed! We sat on the white sand while gazing out at the aquamarine water. The waves crashed 10 feet from us as we snacked on cheese and crackers. About every thirty minutes a tractor pulling a trailer and boat would make its way onto the beach; making the trek to the south end where the tractor pushed the boat into the ocean. It appeared to be a very efficient way to launch boats without a ramp; in addition it eliminated hundreds of personal trucks from being parked along the coastline.

We tossed the Frisbee a little and walked on along the beach, testing the cold water, before jumping back in the Territory and continuing our journey towards Kerikeri. We were amazed by the immense lush green fields of grass and trees only occasionally dotted with tiny towns with populations of fewer than 500. We scoped out the houses with the best views of the ocean; imagining ourselves living in one of the houses someday, maybe as neighbors.

I’m not sure what it is about beaches and daydreaming, but the two definitely go together. We had plenty of time to daydream as we looked out on the ocean before finally reaching the charming town of Kerikeri. Tomorrow we’ll explore the small shops and take-away restaurants and of course enjoy a few beers along the river at our campground.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Coast to Coast...

Auckland, New Zealand

April 24, 2007

Shelby and Dustin arrived a little after 6:30 AM on the same flight we took the day before from San Francisco. Luckily they were able to check right into their room, shower and refresh quickly before we headed out on the town. I recommended a walking tour to rejuvenate their legs and help them adjust to the new time-zone after the long flight.

The Coast to Coast walking tour went from the Waitemata Harbor to Manukau Harbor, covering a total of 16 KM of Auckland, and hitting the main highlights including several parks and an incredible 360 degree vista from Mount Eden.

I should note, we didn’t have high expectations for Auckland since several friends and reviews we read recommended to get in and out as quickly as possible. We heard Auckland was an industrial city without a lot of beauty, but we kept an open mind before landing in New Zealand’s largest city. We had two nights planned, but only because Shelby and I had a slight miscommunication regarding flights—thus, the reason Shelby and Dustin arrived a day after us.

The majority of businesses in New Zealand operate out of buildings in the center of Auckland with companies such as Oracle, PriceWaterhouse Coopers, Microsoft, Sun, HP and Vodofone doing business here. The downtown area is reminiscent of the San Francisco financial district. You can wander around the chilly streets in the shadows of the corporate towers and simply slide a few blocks towards the waterfront and enjoy the intense southern equatorial sunshine.

When we were all ready to go, we made tracks to Albert Park, located a stones throw away from the hustle and bustle of the financial district and next to Auckland University. The park has the perfect number of trees, providing a nice combination of shade and sun, a picturesque fountain in the middle and perfectly manicured lush green lawns. Albert Park also provides stunning views of the Sky Tower, the largest building in Auckland at 1000 feet.

Albert Park was only a warm-up for what was to come on the Coast to Coast tour. We weaved our way through the complex layout of streets and parks of Auckland all afternoon. Every single park we strolled through was perfectly manicured, free of trash, and almost looked like something out of Pleasantville (a make believe world where everything is perfect). The fall colors added shades of orange, red and yellow to the scenery. Simply stunning…

We’re positive we wouldn’t have discovered gems like, Auckland Domain, Mount Eden, or One Tree Hill Domain if we didn’t jump right into the walking tour with Shelby and Dustin. Every single one of the nearly empty parks was immaculate, each with its own character, but all very inviting whether it was for running, walking, cricket, rugby, dog walking, or simply checking out the amazing views of the city.

If we missed these spectacular parks, we would have missed something very special within Auckland and would have likely departed Auckland with the same sentiment as others; it’s just a big industrial and corporate city.

The glorious parks definitely made Auckland worth the stop. For those who make it to Auckland, we suggest you get out of the city center, pack a picnic, grab your Frisbee, and enjoy the lush green, open-space.

Monday, April 23, 2007

A Trip Across the (Date) Line...

Auckland, New Zealand

April 23, 2007

We lost a day on our journey to New Zealand by crossing the International Date Line--that helps the budget! Our plane touched down a little after 5:00 AM local time on April 23rd after departing at 9:00 PM PDT on April 21st.

The plane was fairly empty allowing us to share the empty seat between us. We tossed books, newspapers and other stuff on the ground below our feet on the spare seat; this allowed us to stretch out a little more and actually get some real sleep. Still… needless to say, we were pretty groggy when we got off the plane due to the 3 AM wake-up and stumbled through the airport terminal.

We decided to rent a car in New Zealand since everything is spread out and public transit really isn’t an alternative for visiting some of the more remote areas. Plus, since Shelby and Dustin are joining us tomorrow we can all ride in the same rig and really explore New Zealand together… ROAD TRIP! We’ve never rented a car outside of the US and Canada and have never driven on the opposite side of the road—this would be a first.

Marc decided he wanted to drive and I would navigate. Those who know me also know I am not a very good passenger. I inherited some very nervous passenger traits from my mother and tend to panic at inappropriate times. I usually control my fears by not looking at the road—either reading or enjoying the scenery, but since I was the navigator I had to pay attention!

It was still dark when we pulled out of the parking lot airport, Marc hit the blinker to indicate the left turn, but instead the windshield wipers went on; the wiper’s control is where us Americans think the blinkers “should” be. He quickly realized the blinker lever was on the other side of the steering column and signaled his left-turn… the windshield wipers continued for a few at least a dozen more swipes, swearing under his breath he finally got them under control. This was just the beginning.

As navigator, I not only had to provide the directions ahead of time…i.e. turn right in 1 KM, but I also had to help remind him which lane to be in when turning. When it was time for our first turn, which was a left, I said, “stay close, stay close,” as Marc hit the wipers again to indicate his turn, he naturally headed towards the head-on traffic—the volume of my voice quickly increased as I was still saying, “stay close, stay close, stay close!” He realized his error and avoided a fender bender, but was again swearing… “What the fuck… stay close, stay close to what? (Marc’s words) How about turn into the near lane or stay left?” He wasn’t mad at me he was just frustrated and tired.

We decided to take a scenic drive north of Auckland before checking into our hotel. Since it was only 7:00 AM when we left the airport we figured we had at least 5 hours before we could check-in. The driving challenges continued as we headed north and the motorway turned into a two lane road.

This is when the nervous passenger in me really came out—I reminded Marc he has a whole car to the left of him as he was hugging the hills and nearly scrapping the side reflectors. At the same time it felt like cars were careening at us head-on since we aren’t used to the configuration. I was doing my best to not panic and make Marc even more nervous, so I finally just started laughing—what else could I do?

After about an hour of driving on the “wrong” side of the road we made it to a quaint town north of Auckland called Warkworth; just in time for morning coffee at a little café overlooking the river. We briefly explored the small town (2500 pop.) before jumping back in the car and driving a little further north to see the Dome Forest; an area of lush green coastal forest that was clear-cut 90 years ago and is now close to a full recovery. A short climb to a lookout point, providing distant views of the ocean and Auckland, was a perfect way to loosen our legs after the long flight.

As we made our way back to Auckland we stopped at some artsy little towns with fresh cheese, honey and other wholesome ingredients. At each stop I had to remind Marc when turning right… turn into the left lane. To make things even more confusing, the Yield arrows on the pavement actually appear to be arrows directing traffic One-Way. There were a couple instances where Marc nearly slammed on the brakes because he thought he was headed down a One-Way street and then realized that the arrow simply meant that he needed to Yield at the intersection ahead. I’ll let you just imagine the swear words when that happened.

When we finally made it to our hotel we decided to spend the rest of the day on foot and explore Auckland. We will have enough time for driving during the rest of the trip!

Saturday, April 21, 2007

We're Leaving our Hearts...

San Francisco, CA USA

April 20, 2007
N 37°48.049
W 122°24.580

The past few days in San Francisco have gone by very quickly as we visited with family and friends, ran errands for the next phase of our trip and hit as many of our favorite haunts as possible. Due to a ticketing snafu we pushed our flight out one day, reluctantly at first, but it was really a blessing in disguise giving us more time to take care of our necessary tasks.

It was wonderful to see our family after being gone for a few months, and we were able to catch up on all of the family gossip. The biggest news is Joel’s wedding in November. We plan to return home briefly for the big event.

In between visiting with family and friends we ticked off the tasks on the list we created prior to leaving Argentina; the list keeps us on track and ensures we complete all of the tasks without rushing around on the final day to complete everything. I’m sure we’ll still be rushing around on the last day though—making the extra day even more vital.

We stayed with our friend Angela on Russian Hill. When we woke up the first morning to diffuse sunlight filling her living room, we looked out her bay windows and had to admit the views were definitely better than any other place we had stayed on our trip. Angela’s apartment has sweeping views of the bay from Alcatraz all the way to the Golden Gate Bridge. The spotlight from Alcatraz makes a pass of her front room every 30 seconds; not enough to light up the apartment, but just enough to catch your attention now and then, reminding you it’s out there. A hotel with views like this is not in our budget going forward, so we’re enjoying wvery minute!

We definitely didn’t go hungry during our visit. We hit all the places we have been talking about for the past few weeks including Nick’s Crispy Tacos, Giordano Brothers, House, Slanted Door and Little Thai. We even managed to have a Sheboygan Brautwurst at AT&T Park during the Giants big win over the Cards.

We truly enjoyed our time in San Francisco, but are looking forward to New Zealand. The time spent with friends and family was worth it, but at the same time the most stressful part of our vacation to date. We wouldn’t change any of it though!

24x7x365:
We have managed to spend some time apart during our visit to San Francisco. I had a few appointments during the visit, as did Marc, allowing a few hours by ourselves here and there. The funny thing is I think we actually missed each other when we weren’t together. I am sure we will be back on overload in just a few days and Marc will just sit there and listen to me talk all day long!

Other Notes:
We want to pay special tribute to Paul, a North Beach local. Paul was one of the characters in “our” neighborhood who spent plenty of time drinking up and down Columbus Avenue. Paul appeared to be in his late 50’s or early 60’s, always wore a beret, a leather vest and seemed to always have a glass of wine or beer in his hand. He was a common fixture at the outside tables at Franchino’s and occasionally at Giordano Brothers. We sat on the patio at Giordano Brothers last year and talk to Paul for hours as we celebrated Paul’s last birthday. We bought him a couple beers while he told us about his art-work, odd jobs he lined up to meet his rent, and how the FBI was renting the third floor apartment that over looks the corner of Columbus and Grant. He explained we were probably being observed by Big Brother at that very moment.

We aren’t 100% sure what happened to Paul. The story we heard is some young, drunk guy (most likely part of the “bridge and tunnel” crowd) threw Paul into a table in front of Franchino’s. The young kid was arrested and Paul was sent to the hospital. Paul was later released, but those who knew him said he felt pretty horrible the next few days. Paul ended up dying three days later from the injuries he endured during the confrontation. He bled internally and the hospital didn’t catch it.

The person taking care of Paul’s estate came into Giordano Brothers Friday night to settle Paul's debt. It was explained Paul always paid off his tabs and his buddy was making sure he held good to Paul’s honesty. The service will be held on Sunday. We will be on our way to New Zealand, but we hope Paul rests in peace and looks us up in his next life. The neighborhood was more colorful with Paul in it—he will be missed.

Friday, April 20, 2007

South America Wrap-up...

Summary:

South America is a true gem that still seems to be discounted by US travelers due to political unrest and rumored violence in several countries. Yes, some countries are not as safe as others; however, you are just as safe exploring Chile and Argentina as you are walking through the streets of New York City, Los Angeles or San Francisco.

Flights to Buenos Aires or Santiago are the same price as to Europe and the flight time is nearly equal. But don’t forget, when you head south, the prices are more reasonable especially with the very weak dollar. If you’re coming from the Pacific Time Zone there’s only a four or five hour time differential; thus, making the adjustment to local time much easier. Also, going south of the equator is a perfect way to escape the cold winter days and find a little sun since it is summertime in the Southern Hemisphere.

The National Parks in South America are pristine and rival the National Parks in the States. The majority of the parks are well organized and cater to the tourists—especially those who want to trek.

This trip, combined with our past positive experiences to Central America, ranks as one of our favorite destinations. We’re positive we’ll be back and have more adventures to South America in the future.

Top Sites in South America:

Torres del Paine National Park, Chile—spectacular scenery throughout the park reminiscent of Yosemite National Park and Emigrant Wilderness. However, Torres brings sites such as the Paines and Glaciers that top anything in California, including Half Dome. Puerto Natales, the staging town for the park, is a great place to let your body recover after the beating it takes after trekking and the food is better than anywhere else in Chile, especially the pizza at Mesita’s.

Iguazu Falls National Park, Argentina—mind blowing waterfalls stretching for over 2 ½ miles between Argentina and Brazil. We visited the pristine Argentina portion of the falls and did not walk away disappointed!

Nahuel Huapi National Park/Lakes District, Argentina—near Bariloche, this area parallels Lake Tahoe for natural beauty. The town of Bariloche itself overlooks the beautiful, crystal blue lake. The town has two seasons—one for skiers, one for sun seekers.

Isla Magdalena, Chile—the island, in the Straight of Magellan, where humans are visitors and the penguins are the residents. It is well worth the one hour trip across the Strait (each way) to see the 60,000 pairs of penguins.

Top Meals in South America:

Montanita, Ecuador. Ceviche on the beach from one of the beach vendors.

Montanita, Ecuador. Restaurant next door to Casa del Sol. Peruvian chef cooking up tasty dishes like trout stuffed with shrimp and crab, fresh Dorado, and other South America inspired dishes with fresh ingredients.

Guayquil, Ecuador. El Toro Asado. Serving up plates of local specialties such as grilled chicken, beef, or pork with menestra which includes lentils or beans and rice. We shared a plate at lunch that was so good; we came back for dinner.

Punta Arenas, Chile. Masitas Sandwiches and Bakery had the best empanadas in Chile; possibly the best we had in South America. A single empanada in Chile can be a meal especially with the chunks of beef, egg and green olives like those at Masitas. Watch out for the pits!

Puerto Natales, Chile. Mesita Grande Pizzeria. Superb pizza with fresh, local ingredients cooked in a brick oven with a crispy thin-crust with a consistency similar to A16 or Pizzeria Delfina.

Bariloche, Argentina. El Boliche de Alberto is possibly the best parrilla in all of Argentina. If you think you have had a good steak, think again…

Bariloche & El Bolson, Argentina. Jauja. (Ice Cream) This is unarguably the best ice cream in Argentina with a large selection of flavors including our favorites such as Banana Split, Dulce de Leche, Almendras and Coco.

El Bolson, Argentina. Cerro Lindo. This place serves excellent Patagonian fare with the freshest ingredients possible. We tried the beef and the lamb, both delicate, tasty and worth ordering.

Mar del Plata, Argentina. Dena-Ona. A small and out of the way asador. The fresh meat includes lamb, pork and, of course, beef which are slowly grilled before your eyes. We had the pork and it flaked off the bone—really top-notch.

Buenos Aires, Argentina. Biwon. The place was full of Korean locals on a Monday night and is a welcome break from typical Argentinean food.

Buenos Aires, Argentina. Green Bamboo. Reservations are required at this quirky Vietnamese restaurant. Perfectly situated on a corner in trendy Palermo SOHO, it’s decorated with bobble head tigers, cats with moving arms and Asian lava lamps.

Buenos Aires, Argentina. Sudestada. The cuisine at this Asian fusion restaurant stretches from Vietnamese, Thai and Indian. Don’t hesitate to ask the chef in the open kitchen to “spice it up”—they know what to do with chili peppers.

Best Experience:

Torres del Paine goes down as the single best experience in South America. The park, with all of its elements (snow, rain, sleet, high winds and hail) was truly challenging mentally and physically, but the beauty of the park and the spectacular sites made every single ache and pain worth it during the 8 days we spent in the park.


Don’t Miss these Towns:

Montanita, Ecuador—lather up with sunscreen before hitting the beach of this cool little hippy/surf town on the coast of Ecuador. The waves are killer during the day for surfing and the town is perfect for partying at night. The white sand beach is very comfortable to lounge around during the day with bathtub warm, water only a few feet away. Numerous vendors on the beach are always there for anything you might need—umbrella, beer, ceviche, and, of course, helado.

Puerto Natales, Chile—low-key town where trekking enthusiasts prepare for, or recover from, Torres del Paine National Park. This little town has some of the best food in Chile (which isn’t saying much) including some vegetarian options.

Mendoza, Argentina—a relaxing small town where you can sample numerous Malbec wines while in perfect proximity to explore the Andes. Mendoza has some descent restaurants to grab a steak and toss back a bottle of Malbec.

El Bolson, Argentina—this quaint little town is nestled in a canyon surrounded by magnificent mountains in the Lake District. It has some great microbrews that are a nice break from Malbec. The proximity to the mountains allows for day hikes and other natural activities. Best of all, there’s a Jauja ice-cream shop!

Buenos Aires, Argentina—yes, this is a large international, growing metropolitan city, but it is really a great place to get acquainted with Argentinean culture. It is rich with history and Argentinean tradition such as Tango. The buildings, many of which are currently being renovated, have a noticeable European influence. Some people say Buenos Aires is a European city that just happens to be in South America.

Not Worth the Stop :

Guayquil, Ecuador—do not stop here unless absolutely necessary. The poverty stricken city is not very safe to walk around at night; the city center doesn’t have any real attractions, except for pollution mixed with humidity. If you do stop here, go to El Toro Asado listed above for an authentic Ecuadorian meal.

Valparaiso, Chile—this is Chile’s most important seaport, and it is just that, a seaport, comparable to Oakland, CA. The ascensors, or hillside train carts, are worth a ride if you make it to this city for a day. Valparaiso is located 120 KM northwest of the capital city of Santiago.

Puerto Montt, Chile—As you walk around this small port town you can feel an element of crime, it’s not scary, but it always keeps you on your toes. There aren’t a lot of attractions in Puerto Montt itself, but the surrounding areas are nice especially Puerto Varas. It is a great stop off point to see Chiloe Island for a day or two.

Bahia Blanca, Argentina—the only reason for stopping at this mid-sized town, slightly inland in the Southern Pampas region of Argentina, is to break up the bus ride from Bariloche.

Best Cervecerias (Beer):

El Bolson, Argentina. Cerveceria El Bolson. Several excellent microbrews on tap; a sampler platter is available if you can’t decide which one to order.

El Bolson, Argentina. Cerveceria Kelly. Located at the opposite side of the trail-head for Camp Hue Nain, just over the bridge. Kelly sells the beer out of his house in returnable bottles—you just have to hope he's home.

Colonial Suiza, Argentina. Cerveceria Gilbert. Freshly brewed beer with a three month shelf life is sold throughout the little town of “Little Suzy.”

Mar del Plata & Buenos Aires, Argentina. Antares. We preferred the low-key, relaxed location in Mar del Plata to the one in hopping Buenos Aires, but regardless of which one you go to… get there early, they are packed by 8:30 PM.

Best Lodging:
Note: These are places we personally stayed. All prices are estimates at the time of our visit and are displayed in USD.

Quito, Ecuador. Hostal Charles Darwin. We absolutely loved this comfortable place in Quito, our first stop on our South America journey. The rooms were clean with a private bath, a book exchange, and a breakfast with either fresh fruit or eggs. The owner speaks English. Price: Around $35/night, includes breakfast.

Puerto Natales, Chile. Erratic Rock 2. There are two Erratic Rocks in Puerto Natales. The original one, Erratic Rock, focuses on backpackers and hosts nightly events to prepare trekkers for the brutal conditions in Torres del Paine. Erratic Rock 2 is more of a couple’s joint with private bathrooms and double beds. The owners are very accommodating due to their clientele—backpackers/couples. They will even serve breakfast in your room if you think you might not be up in time (just let them know the night before). Both locations have English speaking staff. Price: $50/night, includes breakfast.

El Bolson, Argentina. La Posada de Hamelin. This charming little, four room, place in El Bolson has very comfortable rooms with all kinds of little shelves and storage places. The warm and accommodating owners make you feel like their house is yours. Price: $33/night, no breakfast.

Buenos Aires, Argentina. One Bedroom Apartment from Alberto Sona. We were delighted to have a place to cook after being on the road for 2 months. Alberto and his wife Sonia have a few places they rent out short term to travelers. The rates are very reasonable, the places are clean and the experience of being in an apartment makes you feel more like a local than a tourist. The average price per night is around $40, excellent for Buenos Aires. Interested? Contact Sonia at sonia0426@yahoo.com.ar.

Bahia Blanca, Argentina. Hotel Argos. If you do stop in Bahia Blanca, this is a great place to stay. The staff is very friendly and really goes above and beyond to make your stay comfortable. Price: $60/night, includes breakfast. This is listed as a four star hotel.

Things We Take for Granted:

  1. Flushing toilet paper down the toilet
  2. Paper napkins instead of waxed-paper
  3. Stop signs and other means of traffic control
  4. Ice
  5. Tap water—not only for drinking, but for brushing your teeth too.
  6. Black pepper. This is completely non-existent in Chile. It is hard to come by in Argentina, but some places do have it if you ask.
  7. Newspapers, especially the Sunday San Francisco Chronicle!
  8. Enjoying the scenery while walking down sidewalks instead of dodging the various piles of dog poop!
  9. Wearing perfume instead of DEET!
  10. Bandwidth! You don't understand how painful it is having navigate with only 124k/sec.

Miscellaneous Items:

Ecuador uses the US Dollar as their currency since their economy was near collapse a few years ago. It really helps to have bills of all denominations, especially $20 and below. We brought $300 in fives and tens and it saved us a few headaches.

Any time you visit another country it’s important to learn at least a few words in the local language to prepare yourself for arrival. They speak Spanish in South America and many don’t speak any English. Dust off your high school or college Spanish book and do a quick review—it will be worth it!

Most of the grocery stores in Chile and Argentina don’t have scales at the checkout counters for fruits, vegetables and bread. To avoid confusion during checkout make sure to get these items weighed before heading to the front to pay for your goods. There is typically someone near a scale in the produce section and the bakery, but sometimes you have to hunt them down.

Argentina’s ATMs were a big challenge for us on several occasions. To avoid frustration, look for banks with the “Link” network and get the maximum out every time, $1050 pesos. This maximum has nothing to do with the limit placed by your bank, but the limit the “Link” network puts on its users. Avoid getting money on the weekends when ATMs are typically out of currency all together. Don’t plan on paying with plastic, not everyone takes it, especially outside of Buenos Aires.

Women—there’s a very limited selection of tampons, if any, in South America. If you like a special brand besides OB, bring them from home.

Siesta is a very real concept in most areas outside of the capital cities. Retail businesses close between 1:00 PM and 4:00 PM and restaurants usually close at 3:00 PM and re-open for dinner. It takes a few days to get use to this concept, but after you understand and plan around it…it isn’t a big deal.

Water purification: We bought Pristine water purification treatment to treat our entire water supply. This proved invaluable for both economical and environmental reasons. We saved several hundred dollars by not buying plastic bottles of water everywhere we went and, at the same time, we prevented hundreds of plastic bottles from going into landfills to sit forever.

We mentioned Nalgene bottles in the Torres del Paine wrap-up, but I want to discuss how invaluable these bottles were during our trip. We brought four bottles that we used daily; treating local water with Pristine for potable drinking water, storage for breakable items such as sunglasses, storage for treats such as trail mix and a warm-up to our sleeping bag at night by placing boiling hot water in our bottles. These bottles are well worth the investment!

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

"Home" Sweet "Home"...

San Francisco, CA USA

April 16, 2007


N 37°48.049
W 122°24.580

We popped out of the Montgomery Street BART station in San Francisco right around 10:00 AM local time after being on a flight for close to 16 hours. Luckily, we lived in luxury for budget travelers on the trip home; we were able to upgrade to business class where the seats lean back almost 135 degrees allowing us to get some much needed sleep during the long flight. We even grabbed a few more hours on the way from Dallas to San Francisco.

Feeling as fresh as possible we exited BART, knowing our way without the guidance of a map, and made our way directly to Kearny Street to grab a bus. The 30 Stockton, my “favorite” bus line in San Francisco, pulled up and was headed in our direction. As are all 30 Stocktons, it was standing-room-only with people headed to Chinatown to do their daily shopping—at least in this direction we didn’t have the smell of hot Chinese food and live fish, we were only left with the fragrance of mothballs, halitosis and sweat permeating the bus.

We stood on the very crowded bus with our big packs on our back; willing to move towards the back of the bus that was practically empty, but unable to get there since others weren’t cooperating. Oh well, we thought… this was the last thing standing between us and our first cup of coffee at Café Trieste.

Café Trieste was actually our second stop after dropping off our backpacks in the garage of our building. Since our place is being rented right now, we weren’t able to actually go into the unit. We felt homeless as we hid in the back of the garage, quickly putting on fresh clothes and a new layer of deodorant before making our familiar walk down the hill to Trieste.

We were instantly greeted with big hugs by our friend Paul as soon as we walked in the door of Trieste. Moments later our buddy Mike T. walked in the door. We called Mike as we got off the bus and he knew exactly where to meet us. Since the weather in the City was perfect, we sat outside and drank our first Africano (a double shot of espresso with steamed milk) in over 80 days, and watched the people outside—some familiar faces, others new. We didn’t see any of the known characters from “All Over Coffee” like Earl, Mo or Mark with the dogs, but there was plenty of neighborhood personality to keep us entertained for a few hours while we sipped our drinks.

The group at the table on the sidewalk next to us must have had a “prescription” for marijuana. One of the guys had a very convenient crochet necklace for his pipe and a separate necklace for his lighter. At one point they pulled out some bud so strong, we could smell it from 10 feet away—they weren’t passing any our way though!

After we finished our first Africano a man wearing a white, filthy, tattered dress shirt, a pair of shorts, a thick black leather dog collar on his ankle, and a grimy pair of socks that only covered his toes staggered by us. He was mumbling incoherently under his breath, and had obviously been “enjoying” a substance much stronger than the green-bud being shared at the table next to us. We saw our “new friend” a bit later, having a conversation with the leaves as he wandered through Washington Square. He appeared a bit more haggard and was without his fashionable leather anklet—who knows what happend to it in such a short time.

Marc, Mike and I smiled and looked at each other and almost in unison said… “Welcome home!”

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Good-bye South America...

Buenos Aires, Argentina

April 15, 2007
S 34°35.045
W 058°24.500

Goodbye South America. We’re only hours away from boarding our flight to Dallas where we transfer for our flight to San Francisco. Our final day was spent checking out the antiques in San Telmo, grabbing brunch and seeing a great Tango show—another "must-do" in Buenos Aires.

South America was chocked full of fun and exciting adventures. We had a wonderful time and will remember it fondly.

Please look for the widely anticipated South American wrap-up in the next few days. The SA wrap-up will feature some of the best meals, lodging, sites, cities, things we take for granted, and other interesting tidbits of information.

Our time in San Francisco will go by very quickly before we head to New Zealand; so if we don’t get a chance to see you please understand. We’re excited about the time we’ll be spending in NZ since Shelby and Dustin Finch are meeting us there. They’ll be traveling with us for about 3 weeks, so we will give us a little break from each other and allow Shelby and me to talk and talk and talk and talk (in Marc’s words).