Franz Joseph to Nelson to Pectin to Wellington
Franz Joseph to Nelson to Pectin to Wellington
Yesterday I left a forest of frost frozen ferns in
Franz Joseph to ride through rain forests with snow
capped mountains to my right and the Tasman Sea to my
left for most of the day as my bus drove through the
mountains and along the sea to Nelson, the northern
seaport of the South Island.
Brother and Sister from Iowa that I met during the bus ride to Franz Joseph. The 3 of us shared a helicopter ride to the top of one of the glazers shorty after arriving and checking into our respective hotels.
Seeing the ground and the trees all covered with frost
and knowing that the trees were mostly palms and
similar tropical plants was a strange experience. I
use to experience frosts in southern Florida but
nothing like the northern part of the Westland area of
New Zealand.
In Nelson after Franz Joseph I slept over a pub last night.
That night reminded of the opening chapter of Moby Dick when Ishmael first meets QueeQueg. Fortunately for me ole Quee didn't show uplast night.
This morning I roamed the streets of Nelson, town of
50,000+ people and over 100 years old, for a couple
hours before boarding my next bus.
The bus took me to Picton. From Picton I boarded the ferry boat to Wellington, a 3 1/2 hour boat ride through an area
very much like the fiords of Norway. Then out into
the Cook Straits and the Pacific Ocean.
It was extremely cold -10 C, well not so extreme but
on the water with the wind chill factor and all that
stuff it was cold.
The mountainous terrain of New Zealand, both islands
continues to be very beautiful.
Watching seagulls flying with us, landing every once in
awhile on the ship, and occasionally dropping their
marks to left of me and to the right of me,
fortunately not on me today. ha ha!
Out in the water after awhile I began watching the
patterns formed by the wake of the boat, lacey
patterns of white foam on the deep green sea water.
We arrived in Wellington around 5:00 and my host was
waiting for me at the end of the gangway. What a
gift. Not to have to try to figure out how to find
their home. Personal pick and delivery to their
beautiful home in the southern end of Wellington
adjacent to a huge greenspace in the city.
My Servas hosts in Wellington
Wandering along. Tomorrow I walk the streets of
Wellington.
Thursday onto Rotorua by plane to visit
some Maori sites.
Until then Wandering Alan signing off.
Yesterday I left a forest of frost frozen ferns in
Franz Joseph to ride through rain forests with snow
capped mountains to my right and the Tasman Sea to my
left for most of the day as my bus drove through the
mountains and along the sea to Nelson, the northern
seaport of the South Island.
Brother and Sister from Iowa that I met during the bus ride to Franz Joseph. The 3 of us shared a helicopter ride to the top of one of the glazers shorty after arriving and checking into our respective hotels.
Seeing the ground and the trees all covered with frost
and knowing that the trees were mostly palms and
similar tropical plants was a strange experience. I
use to experience frosts in southern Florida but
nothing like the northern part of the Westland area of
New Zealand.
In Nelson after Franz Joseph I slept over a pub last night.
That night reminded of the opening chapter of Moby Dick when Ishmael first meets QueeQueg. Fortunately for me ole Quee didn't show uplast night.
This morning I roamed the streets of Nelson, town of
50,000+ people and over 100 years old, for a couple
hours before boarding my next bus.
The bus took me to Picton. From Picton I boarded the ferry boat to Wellington, a 3 1/2 hour boat ride through an area
very much like the fiords of Norway. Then out into
the Cook Straits and the Pacific Ocean.
It was extremely cold -10 C, well not so extreme but
on the water with the wind chill factor and all that
stuff it was cold.
The mountainous terrain of New Zealand, both islands
continues to be very beautiful.
Watching seagulls flying with us, landing every once in
awhile on the ship, and occasionally dropping their
marks to left of me and to the right of me,
fortunately not on me today. ha ha!
Out in the water after awhile I began watching the
patterns formed by the wake of the boat, lacey
patterns of white foam on the deep green sea water.
We arrived in Wellington around 5:00 and my host was
waiting for me at the end of the gangway. What a
gift. Not to have to try to figure out how to find
their home. Personal pick and delivery to their
beautiful home in the southern end of Wellington
adjacent to a huge greenspace in the city.
My Servas hosts in Wellington
Wandering along. Tomorrow I walk the streets of
Wellington.
Thursday onto Rotorua by plane to visit
some Maori sites.
Until then Wandering Alan signing off.
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