Anchorage Bay, from the trail
The last 12km....you can see some of the beaches down there.
Looking North
Unnamed waterfall
Christmas Morning!!!!
stockings hung with care.....
They swim around like you are not even there with your kayakSanta Clause does exist. This I know because I asked him to quell the monstrous swells and part the grey clouds as my Christmas present this year. Sure enough, when the forecast called for yet more rain, my Christmas wish was answered. and I woke to the sunlight beaming down through the grey clouds... beckoning to release their grasp from the torrent of the previous day!
I spent 3 days kayaking north up the coast of the Abel Tasman National Park and then hiked (tramped) back the coastal track for 20 some odd kilometers over the next 2 days. So technically Christmas eve (day) was spent on the kayak in a violent unforgiving storm. Amid seals and sea birds...which was pretty cool. And Christmas eve night I hung my dirty, sweaty, muddy, foot-brined sock in the tent and waited for Santa to clear the rain and stuff something sweet and delicious to eat for breakfast. Sure enough he did. I got a really kick-ass ornament, some chocolates and a delicious organic New Zealand Tengelo! Thanks Santa! ;)
If I celebrated festivus I might say something along the lines of "It's a festivus miracle!"
I asked myself What does Christmas feel like? And I knew immediatly it was the warmth of a fireplace nap, and the cold nose of a husky on your cheek. It's the laughter of family and the smells of the kitchen when the oysters and champagne are being served. And its the dimly lit Christmas tree on Christmas night after the presents have been unwrapped... when the lights have gone out and the house lays down to rest. Not having that this year, I didn't know what to expect, what to feel, what to look for. Sure the 25th is the DAY I know to be Christmas, but where is John Denver? And tree cookies? Where is the rude joke of a sibling you see once a year or the taste of a new sauce for the potatoes? Christmas in New Zealand, away from the lights, and the cold. Away from the familiar smells and comforts of home, the wilds of New Zealand opened a new page in my book of Christmas memories. One filled with skin searing sun and cold piercing rain. Salty deadlocked hair and freeze dried beef stroganoff. Of sweet smelling sea breezes and the wonders of clean, cold stream water on your face. The icy chill of a naked high-tide swim in anticipation of the days adventures. (Don't worry, nobody else was awake that early!) A walk on the barnacled rocks of the island across from your campsite which is quickly interrupted by the bark of a 500 pound bull seal just in front of you telling you to back off, this is his territory as he undulates after you in a hypnotic swelling of fur and fat. (Trust me...it's scary when he is more sure footed on the sharp rocks and he bares his horrible teeth at you...they ain't so cute then!)
This is a brief glimpse of Christmas this year. This computer isnt dealing well with photos, so ill try again at another cafe. I'm off to the north island tomorrow and will leave the south island for this trip. I will be away from things till possibly after the new year, but that's OK.
Happy New everyone! Drink many glasses of champagne for me, and eat a bit of fine cheese. That's what I'll be doing!
Cheers!
I spent 3 days kayaking north up the coast of the Abel Tasman National Park and then hiked (tramped) back the coastal track for 20 some odd kilometers over the next 2 days. So technically Christmas eve (day) was spent on the kayak in a violent unforgiving storm. Amid seals and sea birds...which was pretty cool. And Christmas eve night I hung my dirty, sweaty, muddy, foot-brined sock in the tent and waited for Santa to clear the rain and stuff something sweet and delicious to eat for breakfast. Sure enough he did. I got a really kick-ass ornament, some chocolates and a delicious organic New Zealand Tengelo! Thanks Santa! ;)
If I celebrated festivus I might say something along the lines of "It's a festivus miracle!"
I asked myself What does Christmas feel like? And I knew immediatly it was the warmth of a fireplace nap, and the cold nose of a husky on your cheek. It's the laughter of family and the smells of the kitchen when the oysters and champagne are being served. And its the dimly lit Christmas tree on Christmas night after the presents have been unwrapped... when the lights have gone out and the house lays down to rest. Not having that this year, I didn't know what to expect, what to feel, what to look for. Sure the 25th is the DAY I know to be Christmas, but where is John Denver? And tree cookies? Where is the rude joke of a sibling you see once a year or the taste of a new sauce for the potatoes? Christmas in New Zealand, away from the lights, and the cold. Away from the familiar smells and comforts of home, the wilds of New Zealand opened a new page in my book of Christmas memories. One filled with skin searing sun and cold piercing rain. Salty deadlocked hair and freeze dried beef stroganoff. Of sweet smelling sea breezes and the wonders of clean, cold stream water on your face. The icy chill of a naked high-tide swim in anticipation of the days adventures. (Don't worry, nobody else was awake that early!) A walk on the barnacled rocks of the island across from your campsite which is quickly interrupted by the bark of a 500 pound bull seal just in front of you telling you to back off, this is his territory as he undulates after you in a hypnotic swelling of fur and fat. (Trust me...it's scary when he is more sure footed on the sharp rocks and he bares his horrible teeth at you...they ain't so cute then!)
This is a brief glimpse of Christmas this year. This computer isnt dealing well with photos, so ill try again at another cafe. I'm off to the north island tomorrow and will leave the south island for this trip. I will be away from things till possibly after the new year, but that's OK.
Happy New everyone! Drink many glasses of champagne for me, and eat a bit of fine cheese. That's what I'll be doing!
Cheers!






















