I spent the spring semester of 2010 studying in New Zealand through the ISEP program. I used this blog to keep an account of my school experience and as a record of the adventures I found. Hopefully it can serve two purposes: to have kept my friends and family informed of my travels and experiences; as well as to serve as a reminder of how important the study abroad experience is, whether it's in New Zealand or not.
19 June 2010
Easter Break - Tuesday 13/4/10 - Te Anau to Owaka
Our next car ride proves to be less entirely visually stunning, but enjoyable none the less. We decide to stop for lunch along the road at the beach and as we’re driving out we come across some Scottish Highland bulls. And these guys are massive, I mean massive. The picture doesn’t do them justice. They were like the living relatives of the Woolly Mammoth. We jump around on the rocks for a while having watched some surfers paddle themselves out to the open ocean, standing on their surf boards with something like canoe paddles. Just as we get back in the car and start to make ourselves something to eat, the rain begins again. So we leave that spot behind and continue our way through Invercargill to Slope Point. Slope Point is the furthest point south in New Zealand without travelling to Stewart Island. We’re more than halfway to the South Pole from the Equator, the furthest south I think I’ll ever go without some serious snow gear. Slope Point is located way the heck out in the middle of nowhere on a private sheep farm, so it’s closed during lambing, which lucky for us is in the spring months of October/November. We hit the road again, hoping to make our way a little further than we do. But we make one spectacular stop along the way, we really make several, but this would be the one worth a mention and a photo. The sun is setting and we pull over to let someone go by and take a quick look at the ocean. What we come across is one of the most perfect beaches we’ve ever seen and a sunset worth remembering. Again, this is a place where words do not suffice, but the pictures do it a bit more justice. The hostel we end up staying in is one of nicest we ever get. The beds are far removed from the kitchen, though the place is small and there is only one other (German) guy staying there so noise isn’t really an issue. The shower is hot, but has the softest water of all time and I feel slick getting out. But the best thing of all is there are electric blankets on the beds. We turn ours on and snuggle in for the night.