Been too long since my last blog update, huh? Again, I'm just gonna fire down one big mega-update and hopefully catch up on everything!
In Christchurch, I got a bit bored mostly. However, I managed to make myself happy with trips to the awesome camera shop, Photo & Video, who gave me a stupidly good trade-in price for my 24-120mm VR zoom lens. Since I've not really been using the lens much (slow max. apertures and soft soft images), I decided to bin it, initially favouring one of the now-obsolete (WHY NIKON, WHY?) 24-85mm AF-S zooms. In the end though, I opted for the brand-new Nikkor 50mm f/1.4G AF-S. It's been lovely, and the best thing is, you actually no longer really need light to take pictures!
One of the other good things about Christchurch was getting to meet up with Adam, a flickr contact of mine and fellow lover of Nikons and OMs! He was good enough to take me on a trip up the Clarence river, where I managed to catch my first ever fish, a nice big Trout. I ripped the arse out of my shorts and tore my lucky boxers after a failed attempt to negotiate a steep scree slope, but catching the fish made it more than worthwhile.
From Christchurch, I headed back over Arthur's Pass to the West Coast. The weather was beautiful the whole way over, right until about Arthur's Pass itself, at which point, the big clouds rolled in and opened up over everything. Otira Gorge was cool, but I suspect it would've been a lot cooler if I could've actually seen anything through the clouds and heavy heavy rain. Unfortunately the weather didn't really pick up much at all the whole time I was down on the West Coast.
I stayed a night in Hokitika, then headed on to Franz Josef, hoping to take a helicopter trip up to the glacier there. Unfortunately though, the weather was super-suckin' so they weren't flying. And of course, just my luck, the weather cleared up beautifully just on the day I'd decided I wasn't waiting any longer and had decided to hit the road.
I headed on through the Haast Pass, dodging the suicidal tourist snap photographers at the Gates of Haast rapids, and on to Wanaka. Deciding to dodge the armies of Leki-pole-armed Germans in the town of Wanaka, I opted instead to follow a back road around the lake to a nice wee unofficial campsite - sshh, don't tell the DoC!
From Wanaka, I followed the Clutha down through Central Otago, dodging a mini-tornado at Alexandra which flattened some poor person's jeep. Thankfully, the wagon and I made it through unscathed, settling for the night in Ranfurly. I had considered staying the night in St. Bathans, an interesting wee ghost town, and wished I had after finding what might well have been New Zealand's shittiest backpackers hostel in Ranfurly.
Despite Ranfurly not being up to much, my next day was far more successful. I made it down to the east coast at Palmerston, and headed out on a mission to spot some penguins. Although my initial penguin spot was terribly exciting to me, I was advised of a better location a couple of km up the coast at a place called Moeraki. I was able to get within a few feet of the penguins there, and I snapped away like a man possessed.
To be continued...
