Report 18 February
On the way from Manipuri to Kaiwera we come across beautiful place names .Monawai, Papatotara, Tuatapere, Orepuki and Waimatuku. In Tuatapere we drink coffee in a museum cafe. Here we eat the tastiest lemmon pie ever served by a charming elderly lady. Dirk and I go back to the school bench again. There are a few old strollers in front of the entrance and the museum collection contains a lot of vintage kitchen items.
camping in Manipuri
camping owner and Dirk
on the way to Kaiwera
inside the cafe
back to school
After some shopping we drive further into the hills. There is a strong wind, the forerunner of Cyclone Gita. Everywhere in the landscape there are gigantic windbreaks that are shaved with a special machine. If we drink coffee, we hear a hard blow. Under the Ford is a grease pot that, through the pressure of a heavy spring, the lid has been pressed loose. Later, with Robyn and Graeam, the Ford can be put in a shed and Dirk will come up with a solution.
cycloon Gita on the way
Gamstone beach is coming into view. Wave surfers cut through the waves of the long surf here.
The trees cling firmly to the bottom with determined stubbornness, their naked stems and branches twisted grotesquely by the ever-moving sea breeze.
At the end of the afternoon we find the house of Robyn and Graeam Young in Kaiwera. A contact that came about through Paris / the Netherlands. They have a B & B that is occupied by two Americans, Matt and Pete. That’s why we sleep in the tent and roof tent.
After dinner, there will be an evening filled with laughter and music. It is a shame our roads will separate tomorrow.
Tip: itchy insects bites? rub with banana peel.
arrival in Kaiwera
Graeme and Matt
Trudy and Robyn
Report 16 February
Gradually we have a fixed morning ritual for everyone. Dirk is working on the Ford, Greetje takes care of the catering and Trudy clears up the tent, a hot job because the mattresses have to be rolled up again.
Neighbor Suzanne from Germany has a problem with the power supply of the inverter. She bought the camper in Christchurch and everything has worked well up to now.
Dirk tries to repair it but he can not find out where the mistake is, too bad for Suzanne.
The sun is going to shine, now I can try my new hat.
The kitchen of the campsite has perfect facilities. He is spotless and has everything to prepare a good meal.
kitchen in camping Manipura
In Manipura we do a few groceries and at the same time we look at the harbor where we start our boat trip to Doubtful Sound the next day.
Just a beer in the church and then back to the campsite, where Dirk learns a new card game in the evening: Oh Shit!
beer in the church
Report 15 February
It is still blowing very hard this morning. The roaring wind over the 300 meter deep lake causes large dust clouds on the campsite. Someone tries to change his flat tire. A Ford Model A is coming up. The owner had heard that we were camping here. Actually he wants to tell what his activities are, because he does not even come out of his car to take a look.
Greetje walks to the edge of the lake in the blinding wind. Like almost everywhere on the edges of the lakes and on the beaches, the banks are strewn with stumps and branches.
Ford Model A
Lake Wanaka in the morning
We continue our tour along Lake Wanaka until we approach Mount Pisa. The road is a challenge for the Ford because there are a lot of steep uphill and downhill runs. The Landrover is now ahead because the Ford is slower while climbing and descending .. At the top, the Ford is attacked by a large group of Chinese who all on-in or for the Ford in the picture, each other commands evoking.
We descend again, Landrover first. In Makarora we do groceries. When Dirk wants to drive away, the starter motor does not work anymore. A problem with the bendix, but he knows how to make it. Our goal is Kingston, where we continue without problems.
going down from Mount Pisa
After the ratatoulle with lamb I put myself down for the daily report.
Report 14 February
I am standing on the roof of the Land Rover to pack up the roof tent. Today we continue our journey and now towards Makarora, Lake Wanaka.
On the meandering jungle road back to the main road we have to wait for road workers who remove fallen trees.
Further on we see Fox Glacier in the distance against the mountain, but we do not go there, it takes too much time to take a walk.
The rest of the day we drive along rivers and over a lot of one lane bridges.
crossing a river
one more single lane bridge
In the last part of our trip today we drive with the azure blue Lake Wanaka on our right hand. This ride takes two hours and is breathtaking.
At the end of the afternoon we make our camp on the edge of the lake on a lonely part of the terrain to escape the wind force 8 coming from the lake.
It is windy in New Zealand; wherever you are.
camping at Lake Wanaka.
Report 13 February
The morning starts with a light rain, after 12 hours it gets a little less, but the sun we will hardly see today. At a gold diggers town we stop for a cup of coffee in the local pub. Dirk drives the Ford under a canopy to dry for a while.
shelter during the coffee
We continue along wide riverbeds and narrow bridges.
Because of the rain, the colors of the vegetation are deep and powerful, nature is beautiful.
The high uprising forest edges along the road, partly due to the tree-high giant ferns that stand among mossy trunks, are of a prehistoric beauty.
The last 16 km meander along an unpaved narrow road. It seems like we are driving through the Hortus Botanicus. On the way we find a dead opossum and that would be
not the only one.
The campsite at Makarora is located by the sea, the heavy thunder of the surf is audible everywhere.
The sun breaks so the roof tent and the big tent are set up for a quick dry. Greetje and Trudy make a delicious wrap.
When the sun goes down, we make a walk on the beach strewn with tree stumps.
trunks on the beach
Report 12 February
The day begins with a bright sun so time to pack and leave.
During the preparations I suddenly hear a cheerful piano playing from Kathryn house.
She turns out to have a real pianola and he plays like a tierelier.
Then it’s time to say goodbye.
goodbey from Kathryn
We go to the westcoast over the Arthurpas. The Ford has to get used to get back to work, the carburetor runs over once and halfway Dirk puts the extra fan in front of the radiator as the engine is running hot. Then there is a 16% descent.
However, in the end things are going well. We drive through a beautiful hilly area with many narrow bridges over broad riverbeds.
on the road
on the road 1
on the road 2
When we stop for a cup of coffee, a domestic bird comes out of the bushes.
Is it a chicken? or a pheasant? No idea but he / she got one out of hand.
Then we drive on again until we arrive at Gillespies Beach in camping “Cloud 9”.
A perfect place with an extensive kitchen where delicious is being cooked.
At the campsite we meet Jack Bartle, gipsy since he was 15 years old. He lives in a home-grown bus and occasionally works as a “handy man”. His credo is: no job is to small.
Two young kittens are frolicking around his motor home, which looks like a mancave from the inside.He is a nice guy and he promises to make a donation on the website.
meet Jack the handyman
Jack’s mancave 1
Jack’s mancave 2
Report 11 February
Because it rains almost the whole day we decide not to leave yet.
A great opportunity to update reports and to receive a visit.
Jan Willem Lijnes comes along with his son Axel. As an old Edammer, we are curious about his experiences here in Christchurch. I (Steef) apparently bought a hat in the business (Katmandu) for which he works. At about 12 o’clock he leaves again because it is time for the afternoon nap of Axel. The rest of the day we spend on the preparations for our coming departure.
In the afternoon the wether inproves.
After dinner we take a short walk in the vicinity of Kathryn’s house.
Dirk gives a demonstration evening gymnastics.
Then the sun drops to the horizon.
sunset at Christchurch
sunset in the Landrover
The lighting of the artwork on Highway 1 is now slowly becoming visible.
artwork over Highway 1
We close the day with a glass of wine and our Fordsong for Kathryn
a song for Katryn
Report 10 February
As agreed, the first tourers arrived at Avonhead Av. 499 (where we stay in our cottage) at half past ten. This entire day was dominated by a tour ride led by Chris and Rosemary. But we started with the transfer of the Landrover Keys to the new driver.
the car is yours
Take your time because there are a lot of pictures that lead you through the day in a chronological way. The atmosphere was very relaxed, the weather excellent, the landscape varied.
Model T lovers
coffee in Kathryn’s shed
tourguide Chris and Rosemary
Trudy en Dirk
Shelly Topp reporter
Model T Delevery
Chris and Rosemary
Roger and Yanice
Oxford workingmans club
fish and chips
Model T barn of Chris
Report 09 February
On this sunny day we were mainly busy with the preparations for our coming departure.
Landrover full monty
on the roof
Chris visited us later with a friend to discuss our tour the next day with a couple of friends Of course, the Model T was admired from top to bottum.
Then we took a ride.