Goodbye for now

So here it is, the dreaded day that has been looming ahead for a while. I am currently at Sydney Airport, where I am waiting to take my flight back to Belgium.
It's strange. I knew this day was coming, and still it came as a shock. I realized I don't actually want to leave. Not the life in New Zealand, and not the life I have with Alex. I guess the next adventure is waiting around the corner ...

My coming here hasn't been very smooth though. Of course, what did you expect.
Upon arrival in Christchurch Airport, the lovely lady from Air New Zealand informed me that my flight to Sydney (flight number EY 6049) didn't exist. "Excuse me, what?" Yes, yes, it didn't exist. Not in the computer, not on the screens, not anywhere. OK, I did not want to leave in the first place, but what with all the sadness hanging around Alex and me, there was really no more space for extra stress.
The lady then informed me that that flight was actually scheduled for Friday 30 September instead of Thursday. Once again: "Excuse me, what?" And even so, I was not booked on that flight. So basically, I was not getting out of Christchurch, officially.
Lastly the lovely lady informed me that Air New Zealand did not have any other flights going to Sydney today, "but maybe we can try somewhere else. There is nothing more that I can do for you, sorry."
So, Alex and me wended our ways to the Jetstar desk. "Nope, sorry. Maybe try Qantas."
Qantas it is then. Stress slightly increasing.
"Nope, sorry. Maybe try Emirates."
With a thumping heart, we arrived at the Emirates desk, where they - hallelujah! - had a spare seat on their flight. I would arrive in Sydney after all. Obviously I didn't book this flight after getting in touch with Etihad (who is the main operator of my flights) to ask if I was actually booked on my ongoing flights.
Dear Alex Ramish needed about half an hour to explain to me that yes, I am booked on both ongoing flights, and no, he doesn't know what could've gone wrong, and if he was me he'd take it up with his travel agent.

So, finally, check-in, and a tearful goodbye (although I was not crying, it was just raining on my face ... Insider :-)).
When I arrived in Sydney, they told me to go to the transfer desk. I wanted to have a hearty word with someone. Unfortunately, nobody was there. How do airlines work?! So once again I called a number to ask Etihad where I should get my boarding passes and to explain the problem. Luckily, the second lady was very friendly and listened to my 'hearty word' and, after telling me that they'll have to investigate as to what could have gone wrong, she was nice enough to give me extra leg space and a window seat. I was hoping for a business class flight, but ah well, this will do for now.

So, my departure was not easy. It seems that I am getting back in one piece, although I will still have to pick up some pieces and try to get back on track soon, with no clue as to what to do now. But I guess we will see that in due course -  first I'll have a hot bath, a good night's sleep and a lovely wedding to go to. After that, we'll see what the road brings. This is not the end.

Rugby World Cup 2011

For my last weekend in NZ, Alex and me took a plane to Auckland to go to a Rugby World Cup game. Because after all, when the RWC is held in NZ, and the All Blacks are 'favorites', and you are in NZ, and you have any chance to see the All Blacks live in their home country - why wouldn't you do it?
Of course, we didn't go to just any rugby game, oh no. If you have followed any of this blog, you know by now that we always go for higher, bigger, more. So we bought tickets to the All Blacks vs. France, which is in rugby terms a big hit.

Our plane was just about filled with rugby fans. The atmosphere in Auckland was definitely much more "All Black" than in Queenstown, where there are almost only tourists so allegiances lie just about everywhere.
We settled in our hotel and went on a little trip through Auckland - the only thing we had to do was kill time before the big game the day after. We decided to go on a little shopping spree and to my great frustration, there was hardly anything that could please me. Luckily, Alex came home with 3 new t-shirts and a pair of shoes. What do they say about girls again? ...
After that we watched Australia vs. USA in the hotel, and were very pleased to learn that Australia has gotten back on their feet again after their defeat against Ireland. This was followed by a dinner in a lovely Mexican restaurant. A fun day :-).

On The Big Day, which had blue skies again (although Metservice predicted rain), we continued our shopping spree (I finally found a t-shirt I liked - yay!) and after a nice warm up in the hotel, we set out for Eden Park. What an amount of people! I do have to say though, everything was organized pretty well, and there were no problems like the ones Eden Park had encountered before (the public transport failing and the likes of it). Our seats were pretty decent, although they were at the back of the goal posts, so it was a bit of a one-sided angle. But hey, do you hear me complain? No!

The match was cool, but I do have to say it is nicer to see a rugby game on TV. It is hard to follow from only the one side. The atmosphere in the stadium was amazing though, and if you're in NZ for this long and witness the Rugby World Cup, it counts for a lot if you have seen the All Blacks perform the haka live :-). We saw only their backs, but still I got shivers down my spine.
What struck me as most peculiar, is that supporters of both teams are mixed together. I don't really remember how it works with soccer games, but I could imagine that in some games, mixing up the supporters could lead to a tiny civil war. But I could be wrong, of course :-).

Well, anyway, in the end the All Blacks won, of course, and it was time to go back to the hotel. Transport was again without any problems and the day after it was back to Queenstown again. Different atmosphere, different temperatures (it felt like going from summer to winter!), but home.
It was a cool experience and a nice getaway!

The Remarkables as seen from above

Having seen the Remarkables so many times from the bottom, I wondered how they looked like from above. Therefore I booked a skydive.
...
Joking!
I did book a skydive, but that's because I have been wanting to feel the kick and talking of doing it since last year (come to think of it - I'm already gone for over a year... -ish) so why not? After all, who knows when I'll be back in NZ next. I might be old and broken by then :-).
So I gathered up all my courage and headed straight for the NZone office. The dude there was so good (him with Alex) that they convinced me to go higher: at first I wanted to do 12,000ft, but "why not go to 15,000ft, it's really so worth it." So, again, why not?

I was pretty ok for the rest of the day, but then the next day loomed and I started to go really quiet. I didn't seem to want any breakfast (what if it came out again?) so just settled for a tea and a hairy lemon (for the curious among you - a hairy lemon here is what we call Omnivit ;-)).
Off we went to the NZone office, where we got our first briefing. I was happy to see that there were a lot of other people signing away their life, so it couldn't be too bad, right?
We jumped in the van (by that time I had gone completely mute) and drove to the drop zone, Alex following in the big white truck. The drop zone was a place somewhere between the Remarkables and Lake Wakatipu, so the jump must be amazing for views!

The whole group got split up in 2 groups ("2 planes") and I was to go in the second one. For some reason, though, a girl called Julie couldn't be found, so they asked me if I could go in the first plane. Squeek! But of course I could - once again, why not?
We went into the hangar and received all clothing (jumpsuit, harness, helmet, goggles), all the time followed by Alex with the camera. We got to meet our tandem master; mine was called Greg. To be honest, we didn't really get a lot of explanation as to what to do, except for the fact that you had to dangle your feet out of the plane and hold your body like a banana with your head held high (that's for the camera, folks). After that - go, go, go, to the plane!

We were about 8 in the plane, all equipped with a tandem master and a photographer, so it got pretty crowdy. The plane took off and went higher and higher. The view over the Wakatipu basin was truly amazing, but it was hard to really enjoy it, since you knew you had to jump out in a few minutes.
After a while (when it was already getting very high) the 12,000ft people were getting ready. Suddenly the door opened and hop hop hop, one by one everybody 'left' - or jumped, is more like it.
Dan (the other 15,000ft-er) looked at me as if he wanted to die right there and now. But hey, no turning back ...
After another few minutes, the door opened again, and I felt Greg strapping me to his harness; suddenly  we were crawling forward and even more suddenly, I was dangling about 5km above the ground. *glups*. My photographer asked me if I was ready, and ignoring my "nooooo!" he jumped and a second after that it was our turn.

Oh dear god.

It was the most amazing sensation I have ever had so far. Everything was going so fast, the wind was whacking in my face, I couldn't hear anything, but the views were incredible. Queenstown, Kelvin Heights, The Remarkbles, Lake Wakatipu, ... All the places I love so much, right there below me, and I could just enjoy the ride, everything a big whirl.

After about a minute free fall, Greg released the chute. I felt a big shock and was suddenly just dangling quietly in the air. Time for our few minutes of paragliding, calming down, taking in the landscape, savouring the feeling. Man, that was a ride and a half!

After a few minutes, Greg told me to lift my feet and we would land on our bum. This went smoothly and he released me and released himself from the chute.
Mission accomplished.

I ran to Alex in a complete buzz, a smile from ear to ear, slightly faint, but ever so happy. Pictures were payed for and we went back to Queenstown.
Breakfast, anyone?

Mount Olympus: playground of the gods

Since it is my last few weeks in NZ, I am trying to fill it with cool things. Therefore, while we were staying at the station once more, Alex took me out snowboarding on Mount Olympus, literally called "The playground of the gods".

Mount Olympus is a ski field that is known here as a "club field". This basically means that it is a non-commercial ski field, hence it is much smaller, much more basic and much more fun :-).
The trick with the club fields, which are by the way "100% Pure NZ Experience", is that the lifts are not normal lifts. Some of them have platter lifts (what we call the pancakes) or T-bars (what we call anchor lifts), but most of them work with nutcrackers and rope tows.
Well I don't know about you, but I had never worked with nutcrackers and rope tows before - I had never even heard of them, come to think of it. So Alex gave me a few warnings, saying that it is difficult to learn but the snow is worth it. But, if I couldn't be bothered, we could go to Porter's, which only has platter lifts and T-bars.
You know me, of course. I couldn't say no to a real NZ experience. So we ventured up the access road of Olympus ski area.
The road in itself was already worth the effort. It wasn't something I would've taken Tony, the old camper van, up, so that says enough I guess. After about half an hour of the sketchiest - but most scenic - drive that we have done so far, we finally reached the snow. What a difference with The Remarkables or Coronet Peak! For starters there was no car park. You just drop your car somewhere on the side of the road in the snow, and hope that at the end of the day you can get out again. By the way, most people don't come there for only a day, but stay for the weekend or a week in the lodge somewhere on the mountain.

After you've parked your car, you get your "nutcracker" and rope tow belt. These belts are made of old car seat belts. You strap one around your waist and this will help you get up the rope tow. Your nutcracker is attached to your belt. The only thing you then have to do is to swing the nutcracker over the moving rope, and hop you're going - "easy peasy".
Wellll ... Let's say it will take you a few goes, to be honest. The funny thing is that the learners rope tow is on TOP of the access rope tow, so ironically enough you have to get up that one first.
Once you have succeeded in throwing your nutcracker over the rope, the trick is to keep it tight, hold on to it and get it over the pulleys (the wheels over which the rope moves). Now these pulleys are vicious.
I did fine at the start. The lovely liftee had stopped the rope for me so I could just position my nutcracker right and I would "just" have to hold on to it. The first few pulleys were fine and I had a little hope of actually accessing the ski field in the first go. But then my bum caught up with a pulley and I got thrown off the lift, head first. Now-that-hurt! I have a nice purple bruise now on my hip, and it hurts to move and sleep :-).
But, no matter, we try again. Second try I fell off after about 3 seconds.
Third try I fell off halfway, again. By then I was slightly losing hope. Alex suggested that we go to Porter's, so I could still have a fun day. I have to say, I was in a dilemma, because I didn't want to be thrown around all day ... But the snow looked so good.
Luckily, there was a nice fellow who offered me a "ride" up - basically instead of hanging my nutcracker around the rope, I attached it to a rope hanging from his belt and he just pulled me up. Much better!

The ski field itself really looks so much better than any other commercial one, so I decided to stay there for the day and get the hang of those damn rope tows. I fooled around all morning on the learners rope and got a few tips and tricks from the liftee digging a tunnel there. I was rather jealous of everyone who seemed to have the hang of it like it was nothing!
After a few tries it worked though, and I got my nutcracker over the one pulley. In the afternoon I decided to have a go on the main lift. That worked fine for a few pulleys, but about halfway I lost my balance and fell - hard - on the side of the lift. Key is then to crawl away as fast as possible, since there are people coming behind you ... So I boarded back down and tried again. This one lasted again about 5 seconds, and I had to go back down. Third time, I really thought I had it. But again, somewhere over halfway, I lost my balance, released the nutcracker and fell - unfortunately with a big kick from the nutcracker to my head. I have to say I was spinning around a bit, as those things are pretty heavy metal.  So on top of my bruised knees, bruised bum and painful wrist, I now had a massive headache. So I decided to just call it a day and turn back with Alex - who was a bit dark because his touring binding - just new - had broken off somewhere on the mountain. What a day!

Although it is really hard work, it is good to have experienced the club fields - so much nicer than a commercial field. That is why I bought the Mt Olympus hoodie. Because after all, you are allowed to  be a bit proud of mastering the nutcracker over the rope tow and pulleys after a few tries - and to have reached NZ's famous Mt Olympus :-).

Some fresh powder and a new home

It has been a while since I last updated you, so I think I owe you.

With the start of September, and so the start of Spring, the snow was slowly starting to melt. Alex and me got very busy temping (me) and arranging the house (Alex), with in between going on little trips to Christchurch to find decent furniture for the new house. We didn't have a lot of time for skiing / snowboarding. The one day we did go up to the Remarkables, though, all the rocks and tussocks started to show through the thin layer of what was unmistakably spring snow. I have to say, after that last storm cycle and the mad powder days we'd had in August, my heart started to bleed a bit, and as I told Alex, I was "literally very, very sad."
"It's gone faster than it came," the liftee said to us at the bottom of the chair lift, and sadly we had to agree.

We kind of accepted the fact that the season was almost over. Luckily the house sucked up a lot of our time. We moved in on 9 September and are absolutely in love with it. So much better than where we lived before!
The house is situated in Fernhill, which is one of the nicer "suburbs" (if you can call it that) of Queenstown, with a lot of parks, greenery and views. Add to this a whole tangle of mountain bike and running tracks, and you have created yourself a nice living environment.

As by a miracle, though, another storm cycle hit the country these last few days, and up we went again to another decent 30 cm of snow.
The first day, a certain someone forgot to take his skis up, which made me chuckle for the rest of the day. Luckily the weather was very bad and he rented a snowboard and we did some runs together in what was a real blizzard. In the end it got so bad that our goggles froze over and we literally were pushed over by the wind and snow. No matter, no matter, the more snow there is, the better.

In the evening we were joined by Jack, a friend of Alex, and Hardesh, Jack's friend, and also Luke, someone Alex met through the ski instructor course. We had a very nice dinner evening and of course made plans to go up the next day.
Which we did, of course. Hardesh had never snowboarded before, so I stayed with her in the morning to try and get her started off, and I am pleased to say that I don't think I put her off it :). Teacher Marie-Anne on the roll!
In the afternoon though, I wanted to go for some runs myself, so Jack (who is also a snowboarder) took me up for a few runs and in the end, convinced me to go for the Homeward Bound.
Now, the Homeward Bound run is the one that was my goal for the end of the season. Alex had told me so much about it and I could see it looming on the drive up - it is a bit off piste - but I had never dared to attempt it. Luckily, Jack made me push my limits a bit, and I had so-much-fun. It wasn't scary at all, on the contrary - it was just nice and cruisy, soft on the bottom (although for some reason I have a big bruise on my bum), perfect to catch some long lost powder. You can imagine my pride when I got to the bottom of the mountain face and got to wait for the bus back up with all the other Homewarders for the first time :).

After that Alex, Jack, Luke and me ventured on one more run, which was off piste as well and required a little hike. We were all tired as it was the end of the day, but the views were unbelievable at the top of the ridge line. Worth every step! And again, I am proud to say that I caught my first powder line without stacking it :). I think I'm getting the hang of it haha.

Now we are in Christchurch once again, where we are meeting Alex' mum to do some house shopping. We are expecting another decent amount of snow to fall around Queenstown by the time we get back there, so we want to get some more runs in. And next weekend we have the France vs. All Blacks game in Auckland to look forward to. What a month!

Chasing the powder

As mentioned before, we were expecting a big storm cycle to hit the country. And hit it did! In no time we were covered by a thick, soft, powdery snow blanket, even in Queenstown City. This meant that the mountains were seeing the best snow of the season. Of course, being true snow bums, we couldn't let this pass, so we hit up Coronet Peak after getting up at the break of dawn to listen to the snow report. Coronet, unfortunately, seemed to be a mistake since visibility was nil and we got literally blown away.
The day after though, we went to The Remarks, which is a ski-field that suits us better, after listening to the snow report that morning ("We have champagne conditions here, so eh, what can I say, strap your skis and boards on and sink into it!"). The Remarks turned out to be gooooooood! I have never seen so much snow on a groomer, let alone outside it. Alex had fun going everywhere out of bounds, while I tasted my first powder on the 'safer' spots. It was amazingly good fun and as if it was a miracle, in the afternoon the sun started shining bright and the conditions were amazing.

On Wednesday we left for the station once more, because cousin Jack (who had been stuck in Christchurch until then, poor bugger) would arrive there the day after with his friends. We obviously took our gear and rode Mount Hutt on Thursday - again bluebird conditions and a lot of fun!
We escorted Jack and co over the river and had a few drinks, and hit the mountain again the day after. By then the snow started to become already a little hard packed. But hey, improving is all we want :).

After going so hard, Alex and me decided to have a break on Sunday, so we stayed on the station and took the truck (and Larry) out to some paddock, where we put a rope to the back of the truck and took turns in swinging behind it on either skis or snowboard. Larry enjoyed the chase very much. All good fun! :)

Now it is back to Queenstown once more, where hopefully work will pick up, the house will become available soon and the sun will keep on shining!

A break from a break

Although the snow bum life is a good life, as stated before, people do get tired sometimes of being in the same place all the time.
Not much has changed lately, although I finally got through to the temping office and they have started to give me some work here and there. Not much, bits and pieces along the way, but a little bit of money is better than no money, I think.

Because of the work, I haven't been on my snowboard the last week, and I have really missed it. Alex and me also live in a very small room, so a few things combined made that we both wanted to get out of Queenstown for a short while. So we packed our bags and headed for the station again in Canterbury High Country. Unfortunately there was no snow over there, but we thoroughly enjoyed all the space, the company of the Smiley family and the dogs. Not to mention Mrs. Smiley's delicious cooking ...

We haven't really done anything, except go for the occasional (short or long) run, watch the Australian series Underbelly (about the Gangland Wars in Melbourne from 1995 till 2004), read, spend some time with the dogs and of course spend some time with Mr. and Mrs. Smiley.
We only stayed a few nights, but they made a world of difference. Everybody needs a little space sometimes :-). And space, that is to be found on the station.

Now we are back in Queenstown. We have attended the Burton Open Sessions, where a few of NZ's favorites played (Kora, Shihad, Tiki Taane ...) and which left us with a hard day the following day.
In the mean time it has started to snow again - which we can only applaud! The snow front is supposed to be as hectic as the last one, only longer, and is supposed to hit tonight. This should be goooood! A bit unfortunate for Jack, Alex' cousin, though, who is supposed to fly into Queenstown tomorrow. Let's just see if flights get in or out ...
I know what I will be doing in any case!

Mastering the art of Snowboardism

Being unemployed in Queenstown means that you officially become a snow bum. This literally says that "you have nothing better to do than go up in the mountains". It is also the cheapest thing to do, because I am completely set for this and don't need to spend any other money on this. It's a bi-winning situation.
I have to admit - although I'd rather be working right now, I have to say being a snow bum isn't the worst of lives. Alex has his course on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, which means that at least these days I get up as well to get to Coronet Peak, and although I don't ride as much as him, I do get my runs in.
On the other days, we prefer to go to the Remarkables, which has a bit more of a personal feel to it. The Remarks also feel less busy than Coronet.

In the 9 days that I've been up there, I have really improved well. From the flat beginner's area at Coronet Peak, which I didn't leave the first day to practice turns, I gradually went higher and have now ended up on some rather steep intermediate slopes in the Remarks. I can't complain! I am not yet Elegance itself up there, but hey, that's practice, practice, practice.

The snow has been very good these days, even the locals were shocked to see the next (Arctic) front come in and cover even downtown Queenstown in a thick, white carpet. This usually happens only once a season ... and now it has already happened in 2 weeks. Wickeeeeeeeeeed - as they say here :-).

Of course, being up there much more than usual, comes with the necessary little sores and so on. Last Tuesday my ankles really hurt a lot so I went to the physio yesterday. Jodie-the-physio, who is a snowboarder himself, told me to ice my ligaments (where I have a minor sprain), do some exercises to learn to control my toes (which is really funny) and to build up the muscles around the ankles, and told me to change the bindings on my board. I hope this is a help. I shouldn't snowboard for 2 more days. Tomorrow he's going to strap my legs a bit and Saturday I'm going to give it another go, and next week go back to the physio to see how it goes. In any case - I still have the entire season ahead of me so I am not too worried. By the end of the season I should be able to ride the Homeward Bound slope with Alex, or even do a heli board trip :-). Expectations, expectations!

Unemployed in Queenstown

We are about 2 weeks later, and there's still no news on the job front. Everybody keeps telling me that "things are picking up slowly" and that "it will come, don't worry", but I don't know. I get a bit dark on it sometimes, but there's not much I can do. I can start being really pushy and annoying so people wouldn't ignore me, but somehow that's not how I work. So I'll just give it another few days and keep popping into the job agency and keep asking if something new has come up in the last couple of ... hours.

However, it feels like I have been busy the last few weeks. Alex and me have been occupied looking for property, visiting real estate agent after agent (some of them nicer than others), viewing properties, driving around. We had found something we thought we liked and Alex wanted to go for it, but we kept on being played around by the real estate agent so in the end we gave it up. Luckily, there was one place to which we kept on going back, and it might now become Alex' new property. Let's wait and see! In any case we are very excited and can't wait to move, since we are still living in the Kawarau Hotel. I shouldn't complain though, because this is just about the best hotel I have ever been in :-).

In the mean time, between all the property, job searching and workouts, we try to visit Coronet Peak and The Remarkables as much as possible. My new snowboard appears to be a very good one, very light and responsive, so it really is a treat to go up there and just try to improve. Improve I have, by the way, and for the first time in my life I have looked at some slopes without fearing them, but thinking of them as a challenge. Hurray for that, I think :-).
Alex, on the other hand, is getting right into his skiing by following a levels course, which will allow him later to become a ski instructor. This is a pretty intense course so it gets us up the mountains quite some time as well.

I have also been to my first meeting of the Queenstown Creative Writers Group, which is a social meeting in a cafe with some freelance authors. I thought it might be nice to get some writing started. What do people do when they're unemployed! It was actually nice, having a coffee, discussing some (own) writing, just having a chat and a laugh. You have to love Kiwi's :-). And hey, you might just be hearing some more from me!

Snow!

We have arrived in Queenstown last Sunday. We had been watching the weather forecasts suspiciously, because it kept on saying that a second major cold front would hit the country, and a lot of districts got severe weather warnings. However, our trip through Canterbury passed flawless. The trouble came when we entered Otago. Lake Tekapo was completely snowed under, and the drive went pretty slowly. When we entered Omarama, we heard that the Lindis Pass was closed. Of course, this is the one we had to take to get to Queenstown. We stopped for a while, had a little bit to eat, but after an hour the big sign still gave the same message: "Lindis Pass closed". Bummer!

However, Alex and me are of course not born yesterday, so eventually we just ignored the sign and figured that with our big white 4WD Hilux, we might just make it. And lo and behold! As usual, kiwis had been just a slight bit overcautious, because there was no real reason why we couldn't get through the pass unharmed. We took it nice and easy and got out on the other side in one piece. Hurray! It was a great feeling to see the road we usually take completely covered in snow. Finally the long-expected white carpet! The wind was playing around on the ridges and we saw more than a few little whirlwinds. Our legs started itching for the snow and the newly bought snowboard and skis.

The drive had been long and we enjoyed a relaxing night in the same hotel we stayed at before. On Monday - yesterday - we went for a first ride in the very snowy mountains, and our choice fell on Coronet Peak, because it has such nice beginners slopes. I strapped George (which is how I baptized my precious new Burton snowboard) to my Burton-booted feet and had a great time just getting the hang of it once more. What a great feeling! Everybody has been waiting for this snow for so long, and now it is finally here it is here in big amounts. Delicious!

Today the mountains were closed because of the severe weather so that means that tomorrow will be great, with fresh new carpets to ride on. Yaaaay :-).

In the mean time, I obviously haven't stopped searching for a job, but that has still not been successful. I have contacted just about every architects office in the area without answer (except for the 2 or 3 few) so the time has come to just go walk in and ask what the deal is. If that doesn't work out, I'll have no choice but to resort to what the friendly people at the job agencies have for me. Sad but true.
But hey, let's not go dark over it. We'll see what happens soon!

Still snowless in Queenstown

We only spent one night in Christchurch and then moved up to the station - where we got our feet wet during the river crossing. Supposedly there was some work to do for us there. This job turned out to be cutting down some trees to make a small clearing for hunters. Unfortunately, it only took us a few hours. It was good fun though, my first time of holding and using a chainsaw. Those trees came down well!
The rest of our days there we spent walking (or running) Larry, going for a little run, using the sauna, enjoying the delicious Mrs. Smiley-made food, and so on. We don't complain!

After the station we headed back to Christchurch, only to prepare to go down to Queenstown again. We looked at some more properties and made some more appointments. I think by now we have talked to just about every real estate agent in the city. We also poked our head in on the Queenstown Winter Festival, but shamefully enough there was hardly anyone out there. So sad, a Winter Festival without snow and people!
On our third day there, though, I am happy to say that we found a place which we really liked and which Alex is going to make an offer on. Fingers crossed!
We decided to extend our stay for a few days to get the ball rolling. Unfortunately the snow was still lacking, so there wasn't too much to do except for properties. The job hunt is still fruitless, since the snow isn't there ... Everybody is very positive though, that the jobs will come once the snow is there. Let's hope so!

On Monday we went for a second viewing of the property and we are still pretty convinced that we want this one. Yaaay! Finally a winner. The ball is rolling now and the question is now what we will do for accommodation in the mean time. It looks like it's going to be jostling from hotel to hotel, since rentals are - like I said before - pretty hard to find, since it is quite hard to know when exactly we will be able to get into the apartment, and since renters aren't too happy about tenants who don't know how long they are going to stay. Hotels it is, then!
I will be happy to get settled though, because it is a bit tiring to move from Christchurch - Queenstown - Station - ... all the time. I also want to get a job started so I will be able to buy my snow gear.
Because, believe it or not ... Snow has started to fall in Queenstown since yesterday! A very big front was expected, and is there now, so for the next few days it should be snowing hard. Should be, I say, because you never know in New Zealand.
We are going back on Sunday - going back to stay, this time - so the mountains should be covered in a thick white carpet - I can't wait! But to be honest I'm still holding my heart because I will only believe it when I see it. Touch wood people, your snow dances seem to be working! :-)

Dry July

In an act of complete selflessness and world-loving-ness, Alex and me have decided to sign up for Dry July. This means we won't drink alcohol for the complete month of July. EESH, I say! Now, to be completely honest, this act isn't completely selfless: with this we also want to limit some alcohol usage to get fit and ready for the ski fields and to watch our bills a bit. But hey, in any case it's win-win!
Obviously, donations are very welcome to support this a bit, and let me assure you- you do not donate to me, but to 13 hospitals all over Australia to help those suffering from cancer. Show your good hearts and click on the link below. Cheers! ... with water :-).


To donate, click on Dry July 2011.

Snowless in Queenstown

Last Monday in the early morning, Alex and me were en route for Queenstown. Bags packed, food in the car and a list of meetings lined up, we were pretty confident that we’d be back the next day.

The drive started in a rainy Christchurch. Unfortunately, we didn’t have a map in the car and yours truly, who has done the drive from Christchurch to Queenstown in 3 weeks, thought she knew the road by heart. Alex was pretty sceptic about this but we still kept going, until at some point we both realized that it could not be the right way. In Timaru, we asked which way to go and the friendly fuel station manager chuckled a bit and told us we’d driven “a bit out of the way”. We had to drive back to Fairlie and there take the road past Tekapo, Twizel and so on. Whoops, my bad!

The rest of the trip was great. The rain lifted and made way for a clear, bright blue sky. We passed Tekapo, which is where I first realised that I love New Zealand, and the lake was as beautiful as the first time I’d seen it.

The drive then continued through Central Otago, which consists mainly of large tussocked plains with in the background huge impressive mountain ranges. The autumn colours were very vibrant, the sky was littered with slices of cloud and the image was just picture perfect (unfortunately, I didn’t take any pictures).

When we passed through the Kawarau Gorge, I knew we were not too far from Queenstown anymore because I recognized the breathtaking type of landscape from a heli-raft trip I did around there: huge gorges with a river swinging down below. It was downright beautiful.

On arrival in Queenstown, we both took a deep breath of air – the temperature there is much colder than in Christchurch, and the air feels purer. Welcome home! We booked into a hotel and immediately had a meeting with a real estate agent for a property viewing.

The next days were filled with the same: property viewing, trying to find something to rent, trying to find a job.

It so happens that finding rentals and a job will not be easy, since the rental market has been flooded by people coming from Christchurch to try and escape the quakes.

We did see a few buying properties that interest us though, and living in Queenstown will be really cool. The city has such a nice vibe – you can’t really find this in Christchurch, and definitely not since the earthquakes have wrecked the city.

Unfortunately, the snow has not yet fallen in Queenstown, and every skier and snowboarder is anxiously waiting for it to happen. The city hasn’t had this problem since years. Hundreds of people don’t have a job at the moment, because normally the ski fields should’ve been opened by now but due to lack of snow aren’t … hopefully the snow will fall soon – do all your snow dances and prayers for us!

Now we are back in Christchurch once more, where – no surprise there – the earth has moved again yesterday. Luckily we didn’t find any extra damage to the house. For now we will just wait, do a bit of work on the station, and then go back to Queenstown – where by then hopefully the snow has fallen – to start the real winter. 

A scenic flight around Mount Algidus Station

After two nights being rumbled and shaken awake in "Shakey Shakey Christchurch", Alex and me decided it was time for a trip into the mountains to visit the family. Cousin Ned would also be a guest at the station. Reunion with all the familiar faces here was again very nice, and as always Larry the dog was proudly waiting to be patted, chest out and face high in the air. Good dog! Tic, poor girl, is really getting old, and Teddy is just wandering around the place as always.

Ned wanted to get a better look of the station, and what is a better way than to do that in helicopter? ... Yes you here me coming; we got to join him :-). The trip was amazing! The weather was fine, so we had clear skies all along. The flight took us about an hour, and gave us the most wonderful sights of the land around the station, the closest alps and even a glimpse of Mount Cook. There hasn't been much snow yet - to Alex' great frustration - but some of the peaks were covered in a white layer and it was magical.
The heli dropped us off at some lakes in the mountains, still on Algidus domain, which was completely frozen over. Since the sun was shining so well and there was no wind, it was a lot of fun to walk around the place and take some pictures :). I just love it when you step in a fresh carpet of snow and your feet sink away completely. This is winter as it should be!
Tim the pilot then took us for some more sightseeing. When we flew over the Rakaia Gorge, we came upon a whole bunch of glaciers which made me think of the Franz Josef Glacier last year. Again the amazing wave formations, crevasses, blue ice ... wonderful. As it turned out later, we must have not been too far from the glaciers anyway :).
In the end we even got a glimpse of the West Coast ... Amazing how far an hour flying can get you.
It is safe to say that this was a flight well spent - the 3 of us were deeply impressed!

The day after - yesterday - Alex was going to take Ned out for a walk to the peak of Mount Algidus. It took me a while to decide if I would join them, since I didn't have the right foot gear, but in the end I just thought "Whatever, it can only hurt". Well, although now I can tell everyone it is not a good idea to walk mountains with Timberland boots (waaaay to heavy!), it was a good idea to climb the peak: at least now I have got my exercise in for a few days and the views were again - what else could it be - stunning. We made good time walking up (me proud :)) and had a little delicious lunch up the top. Afterwards, going down was easier than going up in the scale, haha, I felt like Gollum in the mountains!

Now it is time to venture our way back to Christchurch-hopefully-still-standing, as we plan to go to Queenstown in the next few days to see some apartments and try to find a place. Fingers crossed that the snow starts falling soon!

Photos of this event can be found in my new album on Facebook: A Trip Around Mount Algidus Station.

Ash clouds, earthquakes and reunions

After 33 hours of travelling, I finally arrived in Christchurch. The first flight, from Brussels to Abu Dhabi (Doooooo) was amazing! There were only about 20 people in one compartment – in other words: just about an empty flight – which meant I could stretch out over 4 seats and have a bit of a sleep. Unfortunately this flight was over in 6 hours. The long haul, 14 hours, was spent in a small seat next to a (nice) Swedish guy but unfortunately with about 5 crying babies around us. Ah well, it can’t all be golden; the food was good and the service impeccable :).

When I arrived in Sydney for my last connection to Christchurch, everything was still ok, but then I got a text from Alex who said he hoped my flight wouldn’t be cancelled due to the ash cloud. I hadn’t heard anything up until then but slowly it dawned on me that a lot of flights were cancelled and the airport atmosphere was a bit hectic. Luckily, my flight was still going, but because of the Chilean ash cloud the plane got in late, which made us board about an hour late. After that we were on the plane for about half an hour when we got the news that “something was wrong with the air conditioning” and we had to taxi back to the gate. At the gate (still on the plane) we heard that the engineers couldn’t really fix the problem, and we could fly via a different route, so now they ‘just’ had to check the route with the route planning people. “It should only take us about 10 minutes more”. About half an hour later (throat getting dry, bum extremely sore, mood getting foul), we could finally take off – via a different flight path, in the direction of Auckland, which also took us an hour longer than normal. Curse you, ash cloud!
Finally, 3 hours late, I arrived in Christchurch … and heard through the grapevine that there had been 2 more (severe) earthquakes just hours before. It was amazing my plane even arrived.


Reunion with Alex was amazing, after haven’t seen each other for about 3 months. The drive towards the city quite gave me a feeling of homecoming. I’ve been in Christchurch a few times now and am starting to know it. Unfortunately, the quakes have really rocked the city once more. The February quake has wrecked about half of it, and the ones upon arrival only added to the damage; such a shame. Yesterday I saw the city in daylight and damage is pretty bad, so different from when I arrived first in September.
Since arrival, there have been a few aftershocks as well, which is pretty scary. Every once in a while, wherever you are (sitting in the sofa, standing in the kitchen, lying in bed), suddenly the house starts rattling and you just look up from whatever you’re doing, wait, count and breathe out when it stops after a few seconds, hoping it won’t start again immediately, for that might mean it’s a ‘bad one’.


It’s not too bad of course – I’m happy to be back. We already had a nice dinner with ‘cousin Ned’ and ‘Mr. Smiley’, who are truly nice people. I’m looking forward to finding a place in Queenstown to spend the winter there, find a job and get some snowboarding in. But before that, we’ll stay in Christchurch for a few more days (fingers crossed...), combined with a visit to Mount Algidus Station (can’t wait to see Larry the dog again!) and the Lyttelton Festival of Lights this week. Good times ahead, oh yeah :-).

A new adventure ...

... and a new blog to write about it. That's how it goes :-).

The interim job at Decathlon (where I actually had a serious amount of fun) is done and I said goodbye to some people hoping that we might stay in touch. All the paperwork to get to the southern hemisphere is finished. The visa is paid for and acquired and sticks shiny in my - now getting rather impressive - passport. I haven't started packing my bags yet, but am going to do so in the next few days. I know it's a bit early (after all, I'm "only" leaving in 10 days) but you never know - I'm heading towards winter and while packing, it could be that I notice there's a lot missing. And anyway, I'm free from now on; what else should I do but getting packed and excited? :-).

In the mean time, 'empty' moments are easily filled with friend meet-ups. Although I shouldn't be gone for too long this time, it is (and always will be) a difficult matter to say goodbye to people you love. However, I am more experienced now and know that when I return, while some things might have changed, in basics everything stays just about the same - loved ones remain loved ones, no matter how many kilometres are between them... and isn't that the bottom line? :-).
So on the one hand I'm standing with one foot still in Belgium, whereas the other foot is already reaching for New Zealand. I keep close and ever closer contact with Alex, who I'll be staying with, which makes me really look forward to arrival in Christchurch and a new life in Queenstown. There's even already a winter festival waiting for us :-). I'm also slowly starting to look for jobs while Alex has already started an intense search for apartments. Curious about that!
But hey, what's the rush. Before I head to winter, I'm still here for a few more days, to enjoy the gorgeous weather (and hope I get a tan to freeze off in Queenstown), to spend time with family and friends, and to take a deep breath before the big plunge.

New Zealand - I said I'd return, so here I come :-).