Thursday, December 1, 2022

NZ - BLOG 1 - OAMARU OTAGO - THE ARRIVAL - 26th Nov 2022








NZ - Blog 1 - 1st Dec 2022

Barely a week since returning to Sheffield from Andalusia, I set off to South Island New Zealand. A rather predicted protracted flight of nearly 30 hours. I’m greeted at Christchurch airport, kindly, by Hamish, and within just over three hours I’m reunited with Becky, in Oamaru. Hard for it to sink in at first, with each saying, “what you doing here?!” πŸ˜…πŸ₯°

Feeling surprisingly (relatively) recovered the following morning, I still hadn’t seen the star of the show! Sienna, was just surfacing, “mi nieta graciosa” (my beautiful granddaughter) ❤️ and what a lovely beautiful baby / young child she is….walking into her room, with Mum cradling her, seeing her in flesh for the first time, I became quite emotional, she really was lovely….well done Hamish and Becky! πŸ₯°

Being a Sunday, Hamish and Bex were free, so they took me into Oamaru, for my first viewing of downtown. It annihilated my expectation, mainly I think, created by Becky inadvertently underplaying it…but I was so impressed…it was like an idealistic film set, with heritage limestone (Whitestone) architecture, both small and grandiose; independent shops from days of yore, the coast, headland and harbour…but there was much more.

Cliched, but a “quirkiness” clearly describes the feel…. expressed by the Victorian scape, the bohemian and creative influx, contemporary artist’s exhibitions, whisky and beer brewing….but most of all the “Steampunks”, boldly celebrating the past and the future, with the ethos “tomorrow as it used to be”….and there’s the penguins!

Every night at dusk, several hundred Blue Penguins return from their fishing trip back home…and everyone is so chilled and friendly.

We had brunch, at a cool cafe (one of many to choose from) that reflected the town, The Collective, on the enticing Harbour Street…after which we walked around the harbour to the penguin grandstand, viewing the seals and the local shag colony, walking passed the children’s playground, also designed in a rather quirky Dali like style, they just had to be on acid! πŸ€ͺ

Adjacent the park by the harbour we viewed the finish line, of one of New Zealand’s celebrated cycle trails, the Alps 2 Ocean Cycle Trail, from the slopes of Mount Cook to the coast. In total over 300 kilometres, mainly off road, of course added to the immediate bucket list!


[Oamaru was originally a thriving port in the 19thC where refrigerated meat packing had its origins locally….exporting to the “Motherland” πŸ™„, and also was a whaling station πŸ™„πŸ™„…but when larger ships were required, it hit a decline.]

Later in the afternoon, I decided on a 2 hour spin on my bike, just 35 miles, that ended up being more like 2.5 hours….no one told me about the hills! Super steep in Oamaru, in fact Warren Street (the abode)…is on an 18% climb. Planned a loop into the hinterland, which I will explore more later, as it was rather misty and cold (went below 7C)….returned along the stunning coastal road to the south, viewing the South Pacific….more on that to follow…

Let the discovery begin….πŸ₯°πŸ€·‍♂️πŸ‘Š

 







Watching England in the World Cup!


 






 

 

 





Wednesday, November 16, 2022

ANDALUSIA STAGE 8 - RIOGORDO / MALAGA


 


 

 


Stage 9: Cultural burnout was complete, I needed to move out, and fast. I also needed to be closer to Malaga for a morning flight, so checking my Wikiloc app (similar to Komoot ) I looked for an enticing countryside ramble in one of the Sierras in that area. πŸ”

Leaving Granada in pouring rain, 90 mins later, I’ve pulled up in a village called Riogordo, barely 30 mins from Malaga, close to the triumvirate of spiky peaks called Sierra del Sabar….the three peaks being Gomer, Dona AΓ±a and Vraile, between 1100 and 1400 metres in height.

Setting off from the village in their direction, I half hoped my borrowed route would include at least one of those peaks, but did suspect that with the previous incumbents recorded walking time it was unlikely. And so it proved, my circular route teased up to the base of the imposing rock faces, but then swung back and returned down to Riogordo, maybe another day?

The weather had turned though, and the wind was ferocious the higher I ascended, and probably unmanageable on the mountain tops?

It was still nice, and a good and necessary reset after the heavy culture, nice views, nature, solitude and fresh air!

By 2pm I was back to the car, but still no digs for the night….so kicked in the AirBnB app, and checked what was available, within 10 mins I had a gaff for the night, just 20 mins away. At a place named “La Ganaderia, La NiΓ±a del Rio” - Que? Well, Ganaderia is livestock husbandry…and the second part is the girl of the river? 🀷‍♂️

Soon I was on the goat farm, next to the stream…in the middle of nowhere, greeted by India, the border collie….and my host Lorena, with her mother. Not a word of English, which was good…we “chatted” somehow, and not much later, I was sat with Lorena and her mother watching Spanish TV, in the farmhouse, trying to have a conversation….open fire blazing (well it was only 18C today, so pretty Spanish cold) - it was a nice bookend to my journey.

By 8.30am (after my worst sleep: goat bells, barking dogs and a cockerel….albeit a nice environment ) I was joining the morning commute to Malaga….and jetting off to homeland in order to prepare for the longest flight I’ve ever done….30 hours! 😳😫


Sad to see the end of Andalusia, felt I got a real taste of all the flavours, defo be back one day…but more importantly discovered a new way of life for myself that I slipped into with ease, which troubled me slightly prior, in fact I discovered to a certain extent a “new me”, I’m generally rubbish on my own…I need interaction…but unlike where you live permanently this was so different, quite dynamic and transient I guess, constantly having that interaction combined with new geographical discoveries along the way….that now undoubtedly will set the precedent for the continuation of this new chapter, all being well, see, we are never too old to learn πŸ‘….NZ by next weekend (don’t worry I’m killing my social media apps 😜) until the Spring, and then, who knows, but defo Spanish speaking locations will have priority…

And updates on some of those characters I met? Qing did meet those “app friends” in Faro, and messaged me from Lisbon this morning; Eve and John and back home in NY state, and already booked a trip for the New Year to AntΓ‘rtica; Esther is contacting me as soon as I’m settled, to start online conversational Spanish lessons and Ian is back in Mallorca, addicted now, so he threatened, to the same hire bikes that are also in Palma - look out pedestrians!

Landing at Manchester airport, I wasn’t going to let the overly torrential rain dampen my evolved exuberance, and anyway I was really looking forward to meeting my son Jamie for a few beers and a meal in the Northern Quarter….an Ethiopian meal it turned out….ah! Now there’s a place I’ve never been to, but do they speak Spanish? πŸ˜‚

Adios, hasta pronto! πŸ₯°





 


 



 






 






 

 

       Ethiopian Food - NQ

 


 






Manchester - ugh! 😭

 


Leaving Malaga 😒😫