A South Island road trip

Last week I had the chance to head south. To leave Wellington for a couple of days, fly to Christchurch and take a road trip from Christchurch driving west over Porters and Arthur’s Pass to the West Coast. A work colleague and myself were making this trip to attend the opening of the Monteiths boutique brewery in the West Coast township of Greymouth. Yes, we were actually going to attend a piss-up in a brewery. The following day after a couple of meetings we were to retrace our steps, to Christchurch and then to home.

It’s a while since I’ve been to “the coast” – as it’s known – and even longer since I’ve driven the road through the Southern Alps. I had forgotten how spectacular it is – especially at this time of year when the snow is down on the hills and even beside the road in some places.

We departed Christchurch and crossed the Canterbury Plains passing through the towns of Springfield and Sheffield. The weather was overcast and grey and not boding well for our trip. We stopped at Springfield to pay homage to their famous donut which was awarded to the town by the most famous son of that other town called Springfield, Homer Simpson. No seriously, it’s true.

From Springfield we started the climb over Porters Pass, passed through Castle Hill and then travelled along the Waimakariri River basin until we arrived at the small alpine community of Arthur’s Pass. Here we could see that the dark overcast clouds that had followed us from Christchurch were giving way to clear blue sunny skies on the other side of the main divide.

After crossing Arthur’s Pass we started the descent towards the coast in glorious sunshine, passing through Otira where we stopped for a toasted sandwich and a cup of tea (sorry DB we were there but you weren’t). We then travelled alongside the Taramakau River until we hit the Tasman Sea halfway between Greymouth and Hokitika.

The West Coast gets a fair bit of stick for its weather – it rains a lot – but during our visit all we saw was sunshine and blue skies. On the return trip the next day, we stopped many times to take photos (a big thank you to my travelling companion for his patience) and for a world-famous, award-winning pie from the Sheffield Pie Shop.

But my lasting memory of the trip will always be the grandeur of the scenery. Note to self – must see more of the South Island soon.

Let’s talk about Hataitai Beach

A couple of posts ago (“One year ago today - 13 July”) I referred to our local beach as Hataitai Beach. To be honest I didn’t know what it was called, it has always been the beach at the bottom of the hill to us – no name required.

Well apparently it really is called Hataitai Beach (Hataitai is a Maori name pronounced “hi-tie-tie”) and it is named after the great taniwha (sea monster) Whataitai, one of the two creatures who helped form Wellington Harbour.

I joked about going down there in the bad weather that we had last week but this week the weather is a little better so I wandered down with my camera.

A little more about Wellington

There’s a saying – “you can’t beat Wellington on a good day”. But sadly at this time of year those good days are few and far between.

Today, after rain for the last 3 days, it was a good day. I was driving back from the city around Oriental Bay, one of the more affluent parts of the city, and the temptation to stop and take some photos was too strong.

Oriental Bay is only 5 minutes drive from the city centre and is a favorite spot for Wellingtonians – everyone from families walking dogs through to lunchtime joggers.

Until a few years ago the beach was just rocks and boulders but the city council decided to re-sand the beach, building break waters at either end of the bay to keep the sand from washing away. For the most part it worked with only an annual top up of sand and some re-distribution from one end of the beach to the other being needed.

In summer the beach is packed with locals making the most of this inner city asset.

Out and about in Wellington

Loyal readers may remember the almost trouble free starting of my various cars a few weeks ago.

Well I now have the 911 certified and registered and on the road. This wasn’t without some drama however. Despite going very well after 15 months sitting still, it didn’t stop very well – or even at all, really.

Driving it to the Powerhaus across Wellington to be certified was an adventure. Every set of traffic lights required a lot of pre-warning and frantic brake pressing as the car slowly, slowly, slowly came to a stop. Usually just inches behind the car in front.

The brakes are all fixed now and we are back in action – and I have to say, the lads did a great job tuning the car. It hasn’t run better in the last 5 years.

“Well the weather outside is frightful …”

And yesterday the song lyrics were pretty much right. We had strong winds and rain, and the view from our front window was less than idyllic. But it was Sunday, a chance to hunker down and to do nothing much in particular. It was a challenge we were happy to take up.

One year ago today

July 12 2011 – we were staying in the lovely Villa Greta in Positano on the Amalfi Coast. It was a scorching hot day with the temperature hovering in the low 30′s (celsius) with hardly a breath of wind. The ideal day to wander down to the beach – in this case our local, Arienzo Beach. “Local” means directly below Villa Greta down 239 steps. All very well going down but an absolute nightmare coming up on a hot day. But well worth it for a lie in the sun and a fine pasta lunch at the beach club.

July 12 2012 – I was sitting in my study in Casa Kainui, Wellington. The sun was shining and I thought about taking a wander down to our local beach – Hataitai Beach. The temperature was hovering in the low 10′s (celsius) with a brisk wind blowing from the south- no, it’s not quite the same.

A taste of Italy

Every time Jean and I feel homesick for Italy we make the pilgrimage to MariLuca Ristoro. It is owned and run by a friend, Guiseppie, and stepping through the door feels like stepping back to Italy. It’s all warmth and friendliness and excellent Italian food, all in the heart of Wellington.

Bellisssimo.

Note: photos are courtesy of MariLuca Ristoro