Today, we only got a little south of Christchurch, to Banks Peninsula. We went to Akaroa, a cute little seaside town that was settled by a few dozen people from France in the mid-eighteenth century. Eighty-five percent of the houses on the peninsula are baches, or rustic vacation homes. Two volcanoes created the peninsula, and the hilly countryside is a stunning contrast to the flat plain the stretches from the peninsula back to the Southern Alps.
We went to a backpacker hostel on the main street and found they were full. The lovely proprietor called every other backpacker in town, and they were full. We drove out of town to the camp ground to see about a motel room. Full. We learned there were two weddings and a vintage yacht regatta in town that weekend. We went to the Hotel Grand, a place we never would have considered unless the alternative was to sleep in the car. Full. I checked the fine print in the Rough Guide and found the Katawea farm stay about 15 km out of town. I called, and they had a room with a private bath for NZ$120. The owner Judy Thacker told us to take our time, get some dinner, but get there before sundown because the mountain road would be dark.
We ate outside, checked out the harbour, ticked the Pied Shag off our life list, and drove to the top of the island as the sun went down. From there we saw the first fancy sunset of the trip.
When we got to the Thacker farm, Judy showed us around outside by twilight. The fabulous Victorian farm house has been in the family of her husband Kerry for 120 years. They raise sheep and beef on 1,000 acres, including several hundred metres along the ocean at Okains Bay.
When she showed us our room, we realized we were lucky we couldn’t get a place in Akaroa. Furnished with antiques and a fireplace, it looked like a decorative arts museum. Our bath room was about 12’ by 12’ with 14’ ceiling, a clawfoot tub, orange and green marble top on the big old oak vanity, brass fittings and a shower with no walls or curtain. It was palatial.
After we had some tea with Kerry, he and Judy and their sons turned on the television to watch the New Zealand Kiwis play the Australian Kangaroos in the Rugby League world championship game.
We were delighted to see the Kiwis perform a haka before the start of the game. Maoris do the haka, a war dance, intended not only to intimidate their enemies, but to show their respect, and acknowledge that the enemy is a worthy opponent. The Kangaroos stood in a long line across the field with their arms around each other’s shoulders while the Kiwis approached them in a menacing wide legged squat, slapping their thighs, shouting, and touching their own chins with the tips of their tongues. The Kangaroos were respectful, but did not back down, even when the Kiwis got right in their faces.
Everyone is surprised the Kiwis made it to the finals, and no one expected them to win, but two hours later at midnight, the Kiwis were rejoicing over the end of the Kangaroos’ 38 year dynasty.
Rugby League is a different game from Rugby, and at 6 AM the Thackers were assembled again to watch the New Zealand All Blacks upset the Aussie Wilds in the World Cup. This was the first time New Zealand won the World Cup in 98 years.
After a delicious cooked breakfast in the Thacker’s octagonal breakfast room with windows on all the walls and the ceiling, we left to explore the surprisingly good little Colonial and Maori Museum down the road toward Okains Beach. On the beach, I took lots of photos of the peach colored scallop shells, sprung open on the wave patterns in the sand on the shore.
We saw a sheep that had apparently fallen off the cliff at the end of the beach and drowned and got buried by the waves on the beach. Then we heard a bleating above us, and thought it was flying sheep, but it turned out to be a married couple of Paradise Shelducks. The male is black and the female is rusty brown with a white head. They flew into a crevasse in a sea cave, where we heard their babies bleating.
We finally figured out that the hawk we have been seeing is an Australasian Harris Hawk, a big brown fellow with white rump.
