Monday, May 9, 2011

Unfortunate Tune

Mothers Day yesterday. We ate breakfast at Gus' a Canberra institution.

New Zealand was spectacular. The Corramandel peninsula was my favourite,but the Abel Tasman National Park wasn't far behind. Unfortunately the wind conspired to make kayaking impossible but the walk (all 50 km's of it) was fabulous. It turns out Abel Tasman was a person. In fact he was the first European to set eyes on New Zealand. After a tired ride from Holland, old Abel snuck into the the small slip between the North and South Islands and spotted a Maori village that just looked perfect for a little refuelling stop. Not wanting to stop in unannounced Abel got out the horn and bellowed out a small chorus to announce his intention to dock. However in a sad twist of pitch and rhythm he unfortunately sounded out the chorus to a Maori war chant. The party of 4 which he dispatched to shore to greet the Maori were "engaged" (shall we say) and consumed in a bay aptly named Murderers Cove. Abel left abruptly, never played his instrument again and left it to subsequent explorers (Cook, etal) to try their luck. The bay was later renamed something far friendlier to encourage tourism.

The 50 km hike I speak of was contested over 3 days but that as they say is "a lot of walking". Of course the sting was taken off of the adventure as it was punctuated each night with a gorgeous cabin and a five star dinner. My idea of "roughing it".I spent most of the time trying to keep up with my son, unsuccessfully, who apparently has a small amount of mountain goat in his pedigree. The guides on the tour were great, they mixed in the odd story each time I looked like the next step would be my last (god bless them).

I was pleasantly surprised with the two "big" cities we visited, Auckland and Wellington. Very nice places with great waterfronts. Malcolm was particularly impressed with a restaurant in Wellington named "Chicago" that served chicken wings, not exactly Australian fare, a food group he has been missing from his diet for too long. And in Auckland there were highlights of a strange game called ice hockey playing on the telly at a local pub (globalization I believe it's called).

How many more times will we get to travel together as a family before our children's lives steam off at a million miles an hour and colleges and universities begin to interfere with our schedules. I guess we will cherish each time. The trip also allowed us to reconnect with the Birds, our New Zealand friends, who we hadn't seen for 10 years, but who took us in at the midpoint of our holiday and treated us like kings.

A good time had by all.

Back to the Canberra winter, short sunny days and cool crisp nights ahead. Great weather for golf if you can squeeze it in through the daylight hours and I intend to.

1 comment:

  1. Hi Jack,
    What great memories your kids are going to look back on! We can never give our kids enough great memories.
    I will delve back into my facebook account just to see the pictures Shannon posted.
    If we visit New Zealand we will be sure not to blow our horn! Poor Abel Tazman's crew...who knew?
    Chris and I would love to visit you guys,but would want to come when it is a good time for you. Let us know, and we'll set it up! hugs, Deb