Moving Mayhem

It had already been a long morning when the alarm went off at 5:30 a.m. Everything in the house had been packed up in the moving truck the day before,  so all that was left were a few items in the kitchen and the uncomfortable air mattress we struggled to sleep on during the night. And struggle, we did. We estimate we got 4 hours at best of “decent” sleep.

It was going to be one of those journeys you don’t want to repeat anytime soon. We were moving out of the place I called home for the past two and a half years and for him, it had been eight. He had been living in Blenheim for eleven years total. For me, it was the most stable place I’d lived in a while. I was used to packing up every few weeks or months and living out of a suitcase. It was an emotional time for both of us, going through the fixing up and TLC over the years to the actual selling and having to find the dog a new home.

We didn’t have a place to live, per se, once we left that driveway we knew so well. I held back the tears as we drove to the ferry…the same emotions I had many times over the years when I left a place. I said to myself, “Just keep it together…this isn’t over yet. Carry on one step at a time. You can cry later.”

Our day was going to consist of taking the ferry across to the North Island (something I dread doing as I usually always get sick) for at least 3 ½ hours, then driving up to Napier which would take a minimum of four hours in separate cars. The moving truck was on the same boat and I saw the driver on there who said it would take them at least six hours. He was going a different way than we were…a longer route according to Google. Fine by us, we would have time to stop for lunch and have another hour to kill before having to meet them at the storage place. The plan was for me to go straight to our AirBnB house we’d be renting indefinitely and Andy would meet the guys at the storage facility. Sometimes plans work and sometimes they don’t.

It had been raining for the past three days in Blenheim, which didn’t make loading the moving truck much fun for anyone and rain was forecast for the next few days on the North Island as well. What I didn’t realize was that this was the leftovers of the cyclone that hit Australia’s east coast a few days prior and it was huge. They were still reeling from mudslides and flooding.

The crossing was actually the most pleasant one I’d been on. Leaving first thing in the morning usually helps, but I didn’t get sick or even feel the need to. The time dragged on endlessly, akin to being on a treadmill. The rain even let up when we approached the shoreline of Wellington, where it always seems to rain no matter what day it is.

The GPS was set and we started the drive North. Once we got out of the city, it had started drizzling slightly, but that was ok. However, when we started approaching the wide open fields with no trees to break the wind, things got weird. A wind shear hit the side of the car and I almost ran off the road as we were doing 90/kmh (the speed limit was 100). I had to keep pulling the wheel to the right in order to drive straight. The wipers were coming off of the windshield and I thought they may just fly right off. I looked ahead thinking there had to be some sort of wind barrier but there was none, just bright green fields. I hoped that once we got around a bend that the wind would be to the back of us but it wasn’t. My hands were getting stiff holding onto the steering wheel in a death grip. This continued for at least 25 minutes. I thought of our moving truck and had a vision of it being tipped over along a similar stretch of road, which is not unheard of around here. I was hoping that their alternate route wasn’t as bad as ours.

Eventually we hit a town and our break came. As we approached the signs to Palmerston North and then drove east from there, a flashing sign on the side of the road said that it was closed ahead due to a wreck and to take an alternate route. Not far along, we came to a guy holding up a stop sign. Ahead of him around a bend were some guys working on the side of the road, which isn’t out of the ordinary. However, when a small tree came crashing down blocking both lanes, we realized this wasn’t just roadworks going on. A man took his chainsaw and cut through the top branches and they cleared the tree away, leaving us with no more than a ten minute delay. What next!?

It was about this time (2pm) when my stomach would not stop reminding me that it needed to be fed. We stopped in a small town and got lunch, realizing we weren’t even half way to Napier yet. All I could do was sigh. I was so tired at this point that I could barely stand the thought of more driving. It had to be done, so on we went.

The rain started picking up and as we passed by fields full of animals; you could tell they were just completely over it. I saw a cow standing right up against a tall metal fence just looking defeated. I really felt badly for the cows and the horses. The sheep don’t seem to care, but it just seems miserable for the others. I’m sure they had been in the rain for at least three or four days already. And I thought I had it bad! Fields were flooded, making ponds where there were none previously. The ditches along the roads were filled to the top with muddy water.

The windshield wipers were lulling me into a hypnotic trance and I felt like I had left my body and was just looking down at myself, wide-eyed and zombiefied. I had Foo Fighters and Fugazi to keep me pumped up the first few hours but it was wearing off like a bad Jamaican Blue Mountain caffeine crash. It could not possibly get any worse. Until it did.

Out of nowhere we entered into a new territory that I was not expecting to see. A permanent sign was posted upon the entrance stating: DANGER: HIGH ACCIDENT RATE AREA. I came to find out later that this was the Manawatu Gorge. To my left all I could see was this huge gorge with a raging muddy river, obviously way higher than it would normally be. To my right, a sheer cliff so tall, I couldn’t see the top. Wire netting lined areas to keep rocks from falling on the cars. It was a windy road with huge trucks passing only feet from us.

Driving through the gorge

We weren’t going over 50/kmh at any point. Up high above the water is what probably would have been a lovely little waterfall but had now turned into an angry blast of raging water hitting the side of the mountain. I simply couldn’t believe the amount of water running through here.

I had to try and keep my eyes on Andy’s car in front of me, realizing the severity of the potential situation at hand. Thankfully, we made it through unscathed. For many people on this road though, they have not been so lucky.

Manawatu gorge wreck NOT from my trip. Just showing the difference in water level.


Flooding of the gorge

Once we reached a town, we pulled into a gas station and I peeled my fingers from the steering wheel. My body was stiff from the drive and the stress…and we still weren’t near Napier. The alleged four hour drive was turning into a lot longer than that. I felt like I had been awake for days at this point and envisioned myself pulling over under a tree and sleeping in the car until morning. The look on my face was that of sheer exhaustion.  I paid for the gas, leaning with both elbows on the counter, wanting to just take a nap right there. But noooooo…we must move on.

The clocks were set back just a few days prior which meant darkness descended around 6pm now and totally dark by 6:30. It was only about 5:00 when it started seeming TOO dark due to the cloud cover and rain. We still had to meet the guys at the storage unit to unpack everything.  The place closed at 6pm and we didn’t have a code to get in or had even paid for the unit yet. Andy told me he had called them so I assumed all was well.

It was now completely dark and nearing the 6pm mark when the driver called me saying he was sitting in front of the facility. We weren’t far but Andy had taken the route to the place we were staying instead of going straight to the unit. I flashed my lights and we pulled over. It was only then that he said nobody had answered the phone when he tried to call them. I rang the driver back asking if they could find anybody inside while Andy called again. Thankfully, two minutes to 6, the guy answered and waited for us to arrive. In good Kiwi spirit, he had empathy for us having come from Blenheim and didn’t seem too put out to fix us up.  However, the unit was on the 2nd floor. Thankfully there was a lift though and I hoped it was a large one.

In order to get “home” at a decent hour, we ended up helping the guys move our stuff into the unit. They had been at it just as long as we had, albeit with a better night’s sleep behind them and a safer route to follow than us (thanks, Google). We finally finished around 8:30 and then had to find our accommodation in the dark while rain poured down.

We couldn’t have picked a worse time to move, but I feel fortunate that we got here in one piece and that we will never have to do this again. Thankfully, the place we will live until we can find a house is quite nice and comfy and our hostess is lovely. Over the next few days, this nightmare will fade from memory and the sun will shine once again.


Tuatara Heaven in Wellington

Wellington from the top of the cable car ride
Wellington from the top of the cable car ride

In keeping with tradition of taking a vacation after a vacation, we took a trip to Wellington after I got back from California. By the way, my feet still ache a week later while writing this. Walking 15 miles in one day wasn’t what most people would typically consider a vacation. The most depressing part is that it only burned about 1000 calories. But I digress…

I really liked Wellington last time we were there and didn’t get around to seeing a few things like Zealandia and the botanical gardens. We took the (far too long) trip by ferry boat across the Strait with me turning slightly green again. We had a nice hotel room across town from where we were last time and it was in a great location for shopping and restaurants.

Zealandia was at the top of the list of places to see, so we took the cable car up the hill (which I’d never done before) and thought we’d take the shuttle to Zealandia. This is where the REAL walking all started. It would be a 30 minute wait but we could walk there in 25, so we opted to do that. In hindsight that was great because there was a German bakery along the way I visited TWICE.

Top of the hill
Top of the hill

The cable car was $7.50 for a return ticket and had four stops. I never realized Wellington was so hilly until this trip. All I’m saying is that it’s worth the money. Plus you go through this psychedelic Willy Wonka tunnel which is almost worth the price of admission alone.

9:30 was a good time to get to Zealandia before the buses and people arrived. This is a large sanctuary where they protect native wildlife from predators. If you recall the place I went in the Sounds called Kaipupu, they had built a fence to protect the birds. Zealandia built a fence too and here you can see kiwi, tuatara, takahe, cuckoo cormorants, geckoes as well as a weird owl called a Morepork! I saw more birds here than I have anywhere in New Zealand.

Looks like his head is in the clouds

We hit the trail first and came across this feeding station which had Kaka birds…I’d never seen them in person before. They’re a cousin to the Kea parrots and were extinct in Wellington since the early 20th century until they were brought to Zealandia in 2002.



As we walked the main trail, I couldn’t help but scamper toward the suspension bridge. There seem to be a lot of them in New Zealand and I’ve gotten over my fear of walking across them. Even when some wise guy decides to swing it from side to side.


As we walked back to the entrance, we noticed a group with a guide peering over the fence into the bush. Finally catching on that the big cartoon pictures of tuararas stuck to the side meant there were probably some sitting on the ground, I was like a 3 year old again. It was the first time I’d seen tuatara in the “wild” even though this technically was fenced in.



Such beautiful little faces! But then you look at one head on and you’re reminded of a Welsh Korgi with its too fat legs and feet. Something just doesn’t look quite right. Reminds me of some bad sand sculptures I’ve done of iguanas.


But hey, I still love them and saw at least 8 of them. This little hippy chick caught my eye (they were all tagged):


Can you find the little tuatara in this next photo? Click on it to enlarge.

Where’s the tuatara?

If you guessed top middle you were right! I’m surprised I saw it at all! Wonder how many we missed that day.

Since the botanical garden was right next to the cable car, we decided to visit it instead of coming back the next day. Huge mistake. We had a lapse of judgement and decided to walk back to the cable car instead of waiting for the shuttle once again. This was when the second stop at the German bakery occurred; this time getting lunch to take to the garden. We were practically crawling by the time we got there and found a bench to sit on to eat. We both kicked our shoes off and complained like children in the back of a station wagon as we stuffed our faces.

You want to talk hilly? The gardens were nothing BUT very steep, knee scraping kind of hills. It took about two nanoseconds to decide today was not the day and tomorrow was not looking good either. Therefore, I have nothing to report about the gardens unfortunately.

After nursing our feet back from the dead, we went on a relaxing sailboat cruise around the harbour the next morning which was great. The weather had been perfect during our stay. The sun was shining and the wind was just right to put up the sails.


Wellington from the harbour
Wellington from the harbour

We didn’t see any sea critters, but it was nice to get some sun and NOT be walking. Afterward, we were attracted by the colorful flags and crowds of people along the waterfront. There was some competition between schools and they were asking for the crowd to vote on the best team.



Speaking of colorful, have you ever used a Gaytm before?


And so another vacation comes to a close. It was great fun and we got plenty of exercise. I promise to do the botanical gardens next time!