Nelson - Being at One with Nature Hurts

A rock made of rock pancakes of rock

Part of my day long drive to Nelson involved looking at lots of trees, as those avid readers will know, I seem to have fallen in love with looking at trees. New Zealand has a plethora of trees (this is why you've waited so long for a blog, I was using a thesaurus and got confused). Big ones, small ones, tropical ones, evergreen ones. It’s amazing and the forests look they are having trouble holding them all in one place, no wonder they’ve had to install walkways to the monuments. One of these well placed walkways was to the pancake rocks and blowholes. It was very humid but well planned, the roundtrip walk was only 20 mins so I

Selfie on a wobbly bridge

got cracking. I got to see lots of pancake type rocks but the water didn’t want to Free Willy through the holes. I was looking forward to it but alas. Further along the road I found a bridge, not just any old bridge, but a wobbly one. It is like the millennium bridge just not as big but with the same wobble factor (prior to fixing obvs). It also involved a small walk, making me complete my 30 mins of exercise for the day meaning that everything that happened later was bonus and therefore making me healthier, there you go mum! It was even and educational walk with information boards around the route and awesome rusty vehicles that they used when the place was a gold mine.

One of the rusty mining vehicles

When I finally arrived into Nelson I got to my campsite and received a text from Jimi (friend from camp, lives in Nelson, also short for Jimi-Zara, friend girl) saying that she was going to be free sooner than expected so I only needed to fill an hour. I had a chat to my campsite neighbours who just so happened to be from England and in dire need of medicinal smoking grass, unfortunately even with my contacts I wasn’t able to provide. We did have a nice chat about traveling South Island, they really went big and actually slept in the back of their car with no mattress either. Jimi picked me up around 8 and we went for drinks and dinner at a pub, enjoyable experience. I then realized that my

A drunken guy wearing a
Champions t-shirt (Modin reference)

night wasn’t going to be that chilled. We headed into the “city” for continued beverage consumption. My 2nd big night in a week, my aging body nearly conked out. But we did go to a few interesting bars and nightclub things. It was my first real appreciation of the kiwi way. I was wearing trousers but only had the jandal (flip flop in kiwi) on. I was allowed in everywhere and didn’t lose them to a sticky dance floor. There was a lot of dancing until we got to the club that had the football on and I might have got distracted.

Larry the llama

The next morning I was collected once again (I enjoyed the chauffeuring) and we went on a tour of the city. Much like my experience in Invercargill I encountered the Santa Parade, this time it made a meal of Jimi showing me around. We then met up with some friends for a delicious brunch. Jimi and I have a very similar approach to organisation and rushing. Eventually we went to the beach, which was cleverly placed right next to my campsite. Before that we went to a little zoo farm like thing that had monkeys and we definitely didn’t feed them, did we Jimi? #rebel. At the beach we did beach things like a bit of splashing around and getting my tan on.

Jimi, Edd & Tim selfie

We also tried a bit of slacklining as we brought one with us. Tim was by far the best, I realised yet again that I don’t have anything that resembles a core muscle group. It’s like they went out for milk 5 years ago and haven’t been seen since. This could explain all of the injuries that I have had since. After that I think we all needed an early night so I crashed at the campsite with instructions to be at Jimi’s house bright and early for our next adventure…. Abel Tasman!!

When I arrived at Jimi’s house and was immediately confused as to why there was no one at the house until she fetched me and showed me to the shed which when you walked round it was magically another abode (thesaurus time again). The views were amazing, looking over fields for miles and only being about 300m from a river thing. We hung out for a bit and then slowly headed over to Abel Tasman (massive national park, lots of trees, by the sea). We arrived a little late, again the planning was a little poor, so there was only one walk that we could do. This is based around the fact that they need to know how many people are staying in the park overnight and if you are supposed to be coming out that day then they have to send a search party. And if you are extra special, you get a boat and helicopter to remove you from it. That wasn’t us by the way. The nice girl in the tourist office thing mentioned that she did the 4 hour walk that we were going to attempt in 2 hours 30 mins and she was barefoot, do I hear a challenge being laid out? Yes you do. As Jimdog and

Abel Tasman view

I were only wearing our flipity flopities anyway we thought we would give it a shot. For the record, 12 kms is not a distance that the modern human foot is comfortable walking. There were some pretty views and lots of trees, some sea and some incredibly sharp little stones underfoot. We had exactly 3 hours 45 mins to complete the 4 hour walk before the last ferry home left and we did it in 3 hours 15 mins. Success!! And we even had time to run into the sea and cool off before the boat ride back. A fun day out. Oh, the chaffage was terrible. Nearly forgot that. It was bloody hot and I was in agony by the time we got to the end, I won’t go into too much detail but it wasn’t pretty. The one thing that I needed and didn’t have, Aloe Vera! I did have something that was nearly as good though. Jimi has an outside shower, not the summer house kind but an actual shower with warm water. It was amazing, perfect pressure and if I stood on my tippy toes I got the view of the countryside. A new and interesting experience, I want one in the UK!

On the way back from Abel Tasman we stopped and picked up the freshest fish and chips I’ve ever had, it was so soft and tender and was battered to perfection. That evening the whole clan were there

Sinbad sleeping in a field

and we watched TV, the first proper TV I had watched in NZ other than American Football. There was something called the Block, home design show from Australia, then some Criminal Minds. It’s the small things that remind you of home. When it was bed time I went out to Sinbad and was lost in a field, everything was quiet and still. It was an amazing experience, like nothing I’ve ever felt. Looking up to the sky I saw more stars than I thought existed, it felt like a dream there were so many.

The next morning Jimi was tasked with babysitting her nephew whilst everyone else in the family was off doing stuff so we took him to the beach. Lewis is 2 ish I think and incredibly cute and very photogenic so I had a lot of fun taking photos of him, some that might even make it to my website, who knows… As well as having an outdoor shower, Jimi’s family are incredibly creative. From calling their son Fox to wanting to build a chic backpacker hostel made out of shipping containers, they do it all. Another example of Kiwis using shipping containers for use everywhere. At the end of the drive they were building a container pop-up coffee shop for the summer. 

After lunch I left for another adventure after a sunny and thoroughly wonderful time in Nelson, a place that I would love to go back to. I headed off to Picton to catch the ferry to North Island. Jimi’s mum told me that I probably didn’t want to go the windy windy way so obviously that’s the way I went, more by accident than intent. It was an incredible journey, driving up a sound was amazing. And turning the corner onto Picton Harbour was amazing. I found my campsite and realized that the weather the next day was supposed to be shitty so not the day you want to go up Queen Charlotte Sound. So I booked my ferry for the day after when the weather was going to be much nicer and had a really chilled out day, wandered round Picton and watched a couple of movies. It was my first day that I hadn’t done anything, it was a nice change, like being back in England all over again…

My day of travel I woke up to sunshine and few clouds, just what I’d ordered. The ferry was a little delayed so took a walk into town to grab some breakfast, a warm bacon and egg bread thing. The crossing itself was pretty uneventful, beautiful views and a nice comfy seat inside. Made it to Wellington unscathed!

Sinbad and I on the ferry

Thank you South Island, it has been a pleasure. I will be seeing you again. One of the best days of my life and some memories that will last a lifetime. 

Woodie’s Wisdom: Walking barefoot may seem like a way to feel at one with nature but nature will win and your feet will hurt!