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More Moeraki

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Thursday 12 March 2026 – We didn’t fancy kayaking or paying to join the organised hike from the Lodge, but we had time on our hands, and felt we should go for a walk. Obviously. Showers were (accurately) forecast for the morning, but later on in the day we embarked on a walk to Monro Beach, some 3km to the north of the Lodge and reached along a public path. This is a rainforest walk, through some more rainforesty rainforest. The path starts out quite wide,

crosses a suspension bridge

View from the suspension bridge

and then becomes rather narrower as it wends its way through the forest.

There are some impressively tall trees

but apart from that, it’s just this rainforest path, you know?

It’s pleasant to be out and walking in all that greenery, but frankly, once you’ve seen one rainforest, unless you’re rather better versed than I am in the lore of the rainforest, you’ve seen ’em all, so there was little to remark upon. We reached the beach

and Jane started scouting around to try to find some greenstone. It’s a stony beach so there’s plenty of scope for fossicking. I’m not hugely into that, so I took some photos of the environs. There are some moderately dramatic rocks out to sea

and a colourful jumble of them on land

and it seems that the beach is not unpopular as a walking destination;

possibly because the weather had cheered up since the morning there were a few couples walking the path at the same time as us.

We got back to the Lodge with time for a Nice Cup Of (Twinings finest Earl Grey) Tea before going out on the Lodge’s daily 5pm pre-drinkies walk. This time we were guided by Kirsten, who took us along a path to the lake, via a few notable plants and trees. Fringing the Lodge’s grounds are some very old trees

and Kirsten showed us a few more as we walked the short distance to the lake shore.

As before, fantails and tomtits accompanied us at times, seeking the insects we disturbed. I only had the little Sony camera with me, but managed to capture this shot of a tomtit.

I’m not sure whether the bird is feeling sad or is simply fed up that we haven’t disturbed more insects for it.

Kirsten showed us a couple of locations that could possibly come into their own after dark: one was a Lemonwood tree, which is a favoured perching spot of Morepork owls; and the other was the bole of a fallen tree which is known to harbour glow worms. So, after (another very fine) dinner, we pottered out with torches to see what we could see. Not, sadly, owls; but we found our way back to the glow worm tree and

there they were! Since we were not pressed for time, we experimented a bit with photography of this tricky subject. The photo above was simply captured using Night Mode on a Samsung phone, but I had the Nikon with me and had a go with that, too.

Not a huge difference, to be honest. We tried with a little bit of light

which give a slightly better idea, although the light does overwhelm the glow from the worms; and one with a little less light,

where, if you use your imagination, you might be able to see a little bit of the tree (lower left) as well as the glows. Finally, before we left the poor things in peace, we used the torch to illuminate one;

you can see the sticky threads it has exuded to trap insects attracted by its glow.

That was it for the day, so we retired to sleep the sleep of the just been out for a walk, wondering how much of the following day would be usable for touristing, because the weather forecast was pretty dire.

Friday 13 March 2026 – Forecast:

Reality:

We were, then, reasonably confident that the morning was a write off. However, it was (a) nice to bunk off and take things easy from relentless touristing and (b) a good opportunity to catch up with the laundry, as These Things Are Important, You Know.

However, the forecast was for the day to improve and the rain duly stopped, so, having exhausted all the hikes near the Lodge, we didn’t go for a walk. Obviously. We took up on a slightly left-field recommendation from Donovan, one of the serving staff at the Lodge, and headed out towards Jackson Bay. There’s nothing there apart from a famous fish and chip shop and it would be too late for lunch by the time we got there and anyway we’re eating too much as it is; but we thought it might make a nice excursion – it’s about 65km south of the Lodge.

The route takes one near the small township of Haast which features a petrol station and a coffee shop called the Striker Cafe.

This was only open until 2.30pm and we got there only just in time for a coffee. So we also treated ourselves to cake, which was lovely but which we might, of course, come to regret: “sin in Haast, repent at leisure”. Then we carried on along the coast road to Jackson Bay, which led past some pretty varied scenery.

One stretch of arrow-straight road led through rainforest, which felt distinctly weird.

One thing Jane had spotted en route was a Pioneers Cemetery, so we stopped off to take a look.

Several graves were dotted throughout the woodland, some with headstones, many without.

It was a sight to cause mixed emotions: sadness because it seems a rather lonely and neglected site; but a certain warmth that the contribution of the pioneers to the generation of the area is recognised via a heritage location.

So: Jackson Bay, then. Indeed a small place. It has a wharf, from which Jane hoped to see perhaps penguins or maybe dolphins but didn’t.

The wharf is perhaps not being best maintained.

it has a handful of buildings,

chief among which is The Craypot, the fish’n’chips place recommended by Donovan.

It may not look much, but it seems like it’s a destination restaurant; lots of locals we talked to knew about it. Outside the Craypot is a rather fetching installation featuring many, many abalone shells (the locals call them pāua).

Jane had a quick chat with the owner, who said that he and his family had eaten all of the shells’ inhabitants over the years, having fished for them where they used to live further south. Abalone fishing is currently forbidden in Jackson Bay in order for the population to regenerate; the sustainability of fishing generally is taken quite seriously,

but I take issue with some of their guidelines.

I can’t even run at 9kph for any distance at all, far less walk at that speed.

The road from Haast to Jackson Bay features a few speed restrictions for roadworks, and it’s clear that rockfalls have been a problem.

Also, some of the scenery is markedly different from the rainforest flora we’d seen thus far in these parts.

On the way back to the Lodge, we made a couple of stops in the hope that there was some more scenery to take in. The first was also so that I could indulge in schoolboy giggles.

Actually, this site was a pleasant stop, apart from sandflies, which were occasionally a bit of a nuisance. There’s a lake there, Dune Lake, which we could have walked around had not evening drinks back at the Lodge been making their siren call, but we walked a little of it

to a viewpoint, which has a great outlook on more of that unfamiliar vegetation we’d seen earlier.

There’s also a small marine reserve, Tauparikaka Marine reserve, which is an attractive setting.

The other stopping place was Knight’s Point Lookout, which offers, I suppose, a decent enough view

but has a surprisingly large car park for what it offers, with multiple bus parking and camper van slots. I guess the presence of public toilets might have something to do with it, because it’s otherwise just this decent view.

Back at the Lodge, we had our final, again very fine, dinner as the sun (which by now had made an appearance) set over the excellent view from the dining room.

These will be our final images from the Wilderness Lodge at Lake Moeraki. Tomorrow, we move on, again further south, and the pace of events picks up somewhat – no more three-night stays as we make our way down to and round the south coast. We have just over a week left in this lovely country and, we hope, lots more to see and enjoy, so stay with us for the rest of the trip, won’t you?

Cross Training

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Saturday March 7 2026 – Back to normal travelling routine with a bump this morning as the alarm was set for 0530; we only ever get up early when we’re travelling. The reason for this upheaval was that we had to join the TranzAlpine train, which crosses New Zealand from east to west (or vice versa), in our case starting from Christchurch and chuffing its way across the spiny middle of the country to Greymouth on the other coast. Departure time was 0815, for which we had to check in at least 30 minutes early. So we hit the hotel breakfast as soon as it opened, and grabbed a cab to the station soon after 0700. Check-in was crowded but we were in Scenic Plus class, dahling, so there was less of a queue before we got our boarding passes and handed our bags to chaps who put them on a long conveyor belt on the platform to take them down to the luggage car at the rear of the train.

We then stood around on the platform by our allotted carriage, together with our fellow travellers, waiting for someone to tell us what to do, until Jane had the bright idea of pressing the green button on the carriage door which opened it so we could all stream on board.

The carriages are comfortable and have large windows so that passengers are able to see the passing countryside,

though for photography enthusiasts there are a couple of open-sided carriages.

Astonishingly, the couple who were seated across the aisle from us were two of the Americans who had been on our Christchurch tour the previous afternoon. They were nice people, though I found the volume of his joviality a bit overwhelming at times. Fortunately, the open-sided carriage was the next one along so I had an escape route if I needed it. The couple opposite us, being Canadian, were much quieter and more gemütlich. For us posh people in Scenic Plus, meals and drinks were served at our seats, and the food was pretty decent; wine and beer were served at no extra charge.

To start with, the surroundings were quite unremarkable and not worthy of my photographic skills.  Before too long, though, the mountains that we were going to have to cross started to come closer

and the train made its first stop, at Springfield.

After the journey resumed, we were enjoined by the crew to remain seated and the open-sided carriage was closed as the train was due to go through some tunnels. Any photography would have to be done from one’s seat; and all the decent views were on the other side of the train, which was a little frustrating. But soon enough we were through the tunnels and free to use the open-sided car once again, and the scenery started to become more interesting,

and, in one place, slightly bizarre.

The train carried on up towards the mountains

and when the scenery started to get dramatic, the open-side carriage suddenly got really quite popular,

to the point where it was occasionally quite frustrating to be able to aim a camera as one would like. But with a bit of patience it was possible to get some lovely images of the passing countryside.

For a long time, the rail line ran alongside the Waimakariri and Bealey rivers, which, like many rivers at this time of year, were ribbons of water running through gravel.

We caught sight of our first snow-capped mountain

just before the train stopped at Arthur’s Pass, which is pretty much the highest point of the journey;

many passengers disembarked at that point – I think the idea was to spend some time there before catching the return train back to Christchurch in the afternoon.

There was a little more interesting scenery beyond Arthur’s Pass

but the variety in the landscape diminished as we descended towards Greymouth, which left us free to concentrate on the tasty dessert served up as the last course of three along the route. We also lost the sunshine which had marked the first half of the journey.

Shortly after 1pm, we arrived in Greymouth and everyone streamed off the train to get their luggage. I had been expecting to walk up the road from the station to a car hire office, but Jane cottoned on very quickly that there was a Budget desk among those on the platform and she bade me get in the queue whilst she got the luggage.  This was a very wise move. I was first to the Budget desk, and minutes after I got there, this was the scene among the car hire desks,

with the queue even stretching out of the door.

So we got our car very quickly and were able to head out with little bother. We are now driving a nice Kia Sportage, which is posher than the Mitsubishi, but with more knobs, dials and bongs to confuse the uninitiated.

Our ultimate destination was a town called Hokitika, which lies a little south of Greymouth; but first Jane wanted us to go north, to a place called Punakaiki. The road is by the coast, and it was at times difficult to know whether we were driving through spray, low cloud or rain.

Just south of Punakaiki village is a track which leads to a site called the “Pancake Rocks”, which Jane very much wanted to see. There’s a cafe there, which I was quite interested in, too.

Joking aside, the rocks are spectacular. There’s a trail which leads visitors on a loop around various viewpoints

and it’s a popular place.

There’s good reason for this; the rock formations at the cliff edge are really unusual.

You can see why they’re called the Pancake Rocks. (The similarity between the English and the  Māori names is entirely coincidental.) They are made up of sedimentary limestone, which has been compressed into rock by the weight of continuing sedimentation over the ages; the sedimented layers of limestone are interspersed with mudstone, which erodes more easily than the limestone, so action by seawater etches these layered patterns in the rock; it’s a startling sight. I had seen a photo of these rocks so I was pleased to be able to photograph them myself, but what I hadn’t expected was what the seas were up to around there. The track leads visitors cunningly through ever more dramatic landscapes

and what I wasn’t prepared for was the effect of the surging of the waves, which was very dramatic indeed. At one point they drive a blowhole (“The Chimney Pot”) right the way through the cliffs.

Jane got a much better picture from a different angle.

Each stopping point has more dramatic wave action than the last and the final surge pool is occasionally very action-packed.

Still photography can’t really do it justice. Here’s a video of some of what we saw, which I hope gives you a better idea.

Having spent quite some time there, and had that coffee, we headed back south to Hokitika, through more of the oddly misty weather.

We stayed at the Beachfront hotel, which is perfectly comfortable and well-organised without being noteworthy in any other respect, and rested up for the night before continuing our journey south the next day.  To find out how all of that went, please come back to these pages soon.

 

Back to Picton, then to Kaikoura

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Tuesday 3 March 2026 – All we had to do today was to get from the Abel Tasman Lodge down to our next accommodation, which was near Kaikoura. We had a choice – take the quick route to Blenheim and thence south towards Kaikoura, or add extra time and scenery by taking the Queen Charlotte Drive, a “scenic route” which led to Picton, where we had arrived on the South Island three days ago. Our itinerary’s description of the Queen Charlotte Drive as “one of the most scenic drives you’re likely to encounter” sealed the deal, despite that it made the already quite substantial journey an hour longer.

As we left Mārahau we saw a series of the trailers that the water taxi folk, Aquataxi, use to haul their boats around;

the water taxi custom in that part of the world obviously drives a substantial business. Our route took us on roads that had become almost familiar – back through Motueka, Nelson and Richmond before taking a sudden left on the Queen Charlotte drive. In Motueka, we spotted an office of the Kiwi Growers of New Zealand, which sported an interesting poster;

not just normal or golden kiwis, but red ones, too. John, of Kiwi Dundee, back at Coromandel, had told us about them, but this poster was the first time we’d seen any further evidence of them. We haven’t spotted them in any shops, that’s for sure.

The route through Nelson and Richmond led us back near Pic’s Peanut Butter World and past the Nelson Classic Car Museum; since we knew there was a good coffee shop there, we stopped to make sure their quality hadn’t lapsed. It was very busy; it’s clearly a popular breakfast spot.

The route passes Port Nelson and immediately after that Jane had spotted something she wanted to explore – the Boulder Bank Scenic Reserve.  As you drive along the highway, you can see a narrow bank of land out to sea; it’s a long thin spit.

I initially thought it was an artificial construct, but actually it’s a natural spit of boulders, formed of the debris of land slips from the Mackay Bluffs, swept southwards by sea currents over 10,000 years. The spit is 8 km long and it is open as a hiking path.

What they don’t tell you about in the guide books is that there’s a waste treatment plant just a few metres from the spit, with, beside it

a substantial effluent pond. The smell was pretty familiar to us as something that we get in our garden when something has gone wrong with our septic treatment plant. There was a suspicious flurry of greenish water visible

but the various water birds didn’t seem to mind at all

and the general miasma seemed to attract quite a lot of insects, as evidenced by the number of swifts (or swallows or martins, they didn’t stop to let us work this out) flitting about in the bushes nearby.

There’s a swamp beside the track that leads to the spit, called the Whakapuaka Raupo Swamp, which provides a nice foreground to the backdrop of the hills thereabouts.

Undeterred*, we carried on towards Havelock, past some excellent views as the road occasionally led up into the hills.

It was clear that this area has a very significant logging industry.

We stopped for more coffee at Havelock. Jane had spotted a coffee cart in what looked like an attractive area, and she was rigfht.

The coffee was good, served by a very, very cheerful chap, whose laugh was akin to an offensive weapon. Shortly after Havelock one reaches the decision point: straight on for the quick route, or turn left for the scenic one. So we turned left, heading on the 34km, very twisty road to Picton,

which would have taken us just under an hour, except we kept stopping to check out the scenery and take photos. As promised, it’s very scenic.

Havelock as seen from the Queen Charlotte Drive

Pleasant to look at, and typical of the general scenery to be seen from Queen Charlotte Drive

A flat part linking the two bodies of water on the drive (called Linkwater, unsurprisingly)

Prehistoric Tree Ferns

I had been expecting some kind of wilderness route, but actually there were habitations and side roads all the way along, and, every so often, a pretty bay.

Eventually, we got to the official Picton Scenic Overview lookout, where we could see Picton nestling in the hills.

I was a bit cross with what I thought was an eyesore in the foreground here, which included a big ugly commercial ship which I hid behind the ferns. It actually turned out to be a rather interesting site and sight as we turned the corner. It’s Waimahara Wharf, in Shakespeare Bay, and

it’s a vast logging operation, which was fascinating to watch, with some clearly specialised machinery at work shifting the logs around.

Picton itself has, as we knew, a major port facility as well – big enough to receive the InterIslander ferries – and the route gave us a good look over it.

In reaching Picton we’d come full circle – out to Abel Tasman and back; but now it was time to head south to our destination for the day. As we went, the countryside changed remarkably, from heavy logging which, we supposed, sustains Picton’s role as a major port facility, to wine country with surprisingly bare hillsides.

There were some pine plantations on the hills, but they didn’t seem to be managed in any way (e.g. having the lower branches trimmed off as they grew); and there didn’t appear to be any attempt at planting more pines on these bare hillsides. Some places were very bare indeed.

We passed a salt works

and some more striking scenery

before heading down to a coast road and some cloudy and rainy weather.

This grey and windy weather lasted us until we reached our destination – the rather splendid Hapuku Lodge, a slice of luxury where we would be spending a couple of nights. We were welcomed by Lisa, who showed us around the place whilst our luggage was unloaded from our car for us and then led us to our accommodation – a tree house.

We have a great view of the hills,

and, remarkably, the snow on top of them arrived just a day ago.

Now, I don’t like to brag (oh, yes you bloody well do! – Ed) but this is a very luxurious place we shall enjoy for two nights. The accommodation is sufficiently nicely done that I’m going to have my work cut out just trying to understand, for example, the Japanese toilet that will cosset our nether regions whilst we’re here.

By the time we got here it was almost time for dinner, and we had a splendid meal. The portions were not excessive, but after dinner we still needed to go for a walk. Obviously. By this time the weather had cleared (good omens for the morrow)

and we took a brisk walk down to the “beach”, where Jane took this great photo,

and we admired the evening view back over the mountains, which we could now see very clearly.

So ended the day. Tomorrow, if the weather is good we shall go for another walk. Obviously. And maybe there will be some star gazing….you never know….

 

 

 

 

 

 

*  or should that be under turd…?