Stewart Island was our first big adventure after two months of working on a vineyard. It was also the beginning of our 8 weeks pilgrimage across NZ. After a long time dreaming about it, the dram finally came true !
It started with a cruisy afternoon in rainy Invercargill that we mainly spent in the swimming pool's sauna before heading to Bluff and the ferry terminal. We underestimated the drive and arrived there last minute so we had to pack all our stuff in 30min, without really knowing for how many days we would be gone..
We jumped on the boat with that weird feeling of forgetting evrerything. The Foveaux Strait was pretty rough and it was more about a rollercoaster ride than a cruise! Getting more for ya money!
We arrived in Oban around 6pm to realize that we actually hadn't book any accomodation. Thankfully, it is not the biggest "city" on Earth - less than 400 inhabitants on the hole island. We walked 5min to check all the cheaper accomodations - three of them - and found a good deal : a pre-pitched tent with huge air-mattres and access to facilities.
Accomodation sorted we had to think about what hike(s) we would do. We had to choose in between the "hard and long" (North-West circuit, approx 10 days with challenging route finding and knew-deep mud), the "hard mid-long but super expensive" (southern circuit, approx 6 days with same conditions, water taxi drop-off and pick-up) or the "short" option (3 days with ankel deep mud).
Neither the idea of beeing broken after a week, nor spending too much time here with the huge bucket list we had sounded like a plan. So we went for the third option which actually aimed to be a perfect warm-up for our next tramps. The next morning we got ready and went on the Rakiura loop!
It was an awesome three days with the following highlights : high vista views on beaches and inlets, awesome bush, marvelous campsites, bluebird days, uncanny fog, possums, wild mussels picking, 162m elevatio summit, crazy wildlife (birds!), mud, side trips and last but not least... sandflies. But sadly, no kiwi for us even if every single person we met spotted one.
The last Stewart Island box to be thicked was Oban univers famous fish'n'chips. We pushed the last afternoon, hopping to get it before we jumped on the ferry. Sadly the place was closed and we had to starve ourself for longer. The sail back was way better than the way in, even if we cried all way long for our missed battered blue cod that we finally got in Bluff where we also tasted it's world famous oysters.
Tramping, cycling, running, skiing, travelling, I keep exploring this amazing planet we live on. The following texts give an insight of my various wanderings. From poetry to trip reports or thoughts on particular subjects, this pages try to reflect how I travel through this modern world.