Showing posts with label ocean. Show all posts
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March 14, 2012

Traveling in the Land of the Kiwi

As my time in NZ comes to a close (actually it closed on the 10th) I thought I’d right more practical stuff. For those interested in traveling to New Zealand, 3 weeks is not nearly enough time.  I suggest a minimum of 3 months or longer.  If you want to see both islands, you will spend most of your time in a car and in a different place every night if you choose a shorter stay.  You’ll have to limit your tramping (hiking, not prostituting yourself) to 1 or 2 hours treks.  It truly is an outdoor enthusiasts paradise.  There is no shortage of trails, sails, or rails on both islands.  From bungee-jumping, sky-diving, hot-air ballooning, horseback riding…I can keep going but I’m sure you get the picture. 

The best way to see NZ is to hire a campervan (check out Escape's gallery), which there is absolutely no shortage of.  As a matter of fact I think NZ’s economy depends on these little gems.  I counted at least 12 different companies before I gave up.  Hired vehicles here are like clothing.  They have one for every shape, size and need.  If you want to travel slowly but comfy you can get one of the larger campers, that have it’s own toilet and shower.  If you want more of the hippy look you can rent from Escape,  all come with their own cool custom paint job (photos to be posted of these ones soon), and are a little  more rustic.  Picture a VW van from the 60’s.  Or you can do what Carolyn and I did and rented the Super Value, which was almost the same size as me.  Our little Toyota Starlette was a super little bug that fit the two of us and out gear perfectly.  Unfortunately we didn’t have enough room for hitchhikers though.  Most hitchers are tourists on a very tight budget and safe to pick up.  We ran into a Canadian couple at the Lazy Cow Hostel that were even hitch-hiking carrying an inflatable kayak!  Yep on a Canuck would buy a boat before renting a car.

Accommodation…If your traveling on a budge and don’t want to rent a camper (petrol, like everything else in NZ is outrageously expensive…NOTE…if traveling to the glaciers fill up in Franz Joseph instead of Fox.  Fox has the most expensive gas in the country, usually 30 cents more than anywhere else), and decide to see a few places, hostels are the way to go.  Even if you want your own private room it’s still cheaper than your average hotel/motel.  Plus you have the option of cooking for yourself.  On average, including breakfasts, your looking at minimum $20 a meal.  Multiply that by at least 2 times a day and you’ll seriously go over your intended budget.  Not only is the food expensive, it’s not that great.  The places we did eat out were average or below.  Even most local agree with the lack of good restaurants.
Back to the hostels.  The average price for a 4 dorm (4 people per room) is around $22 to $28 a night.  You don’t see much of your roommates as most people are out and about.  I never had any problems with people yet in any of the hostels I’ve stayed in.  Most have lockers that you can store your stuff in as well so you don’t have to worry about things being taken.  I was actually amazed at the number of older people staying in hostels. 

I joined the YHA (Youth Hostel Association, don’t let the name fool you) for $40 as being a member reduces the rates by about $5.  If you know your going to be staying in hostels it’s a good thing to do.  Plus it’s international so you can use it anywhere in the world for a year.

Most hostels we stayed in where small and very family oriented.  Most travelers, unless staying for more than 3 nights, are not partiers, so you don’t have to put up with drunken young people.  At least I didn’t.  Before traveling I had a very negative image of hostels.  Partly because of the name, also because narcissistically, I thought I was above and beyond them.  I’m sure there are not so good ones out there, however, my experience of them has changed my way of thinking of them.  I’m grateful they exists.  Plus you get to meet really cool people and find out where all the good places to visit, eat and sleep are.  They are a wealth of information.

Must see places:


Bay of Islands on the east coast.  Don’t go though unless you like being on the water.  A sailor’s paradise.  You can only get a true sense of the islands unless your amongst them.  If you don’t have your own boat, I suggest a smaller company with a smaller boat.  We sailed with She’s A Lady.  Only 10 of us with a very intelligent, witty, and very sexy skipper.  As it’s a small vessel, your often asked to help out.  Don’t worry about experience…I had none and I was able to assist, albeit I couldn’t keep the boat straight, however I did discover I love sailing.

Tongariro National Park.  Who doesn’t love volcano’s.  Beautiful landscapes and hiking trails.  I would have love to have done the crossing, but time, didn’t permit it, which is why if I go back to NZ  I will be more than happy to spend at least 4 days there.

LakeTaupo:  Again, beautiful terrain, lot’s to see and do there on the lake.
Also the most northern tip of the island.  Only because I didn’t get to go there and heard it’s stunning.

Wellington…Much hipper than Auckland. A very artsy, crafty and very hilly city.  It has a good vibe and tons of stuff to do.  The rather annoying thing about Welly,  actually New Zealand as a country, is that everything closes very early.  Like 5 to 6 pm early.  Most of the time it’s not an exact number, usually on the shorter side of the designated closing time.  When someone says their closing at 5, they mean they are at home by 5.  Unlike North America where 5 usually means still working at 7:30.  God knows how anything gets done in NZ.


Definitely Arthur’s Pass.  The main reason is it’s the only place I felt some form of life there.  Or perhaps it’s because it reminded me of home.  I’m not sure.  There are things I would love to do there especially the Cave Stream.  Hiking for 30 minutes through the cave in sometimes waste deep water seems very appealing.

Takaka and Able Tasman’s National Park…is home to the worlds longest spit due to the severity of the low tides and the blowing sand that is making it larger by the minute.  Farewell Spit is 27 kms and growing.  If you look at a map of the South Island, it looks like a very long talon extending into the Cook Straight.   Plus the Whangunui Inlet is a stunning beach surrounded by lovely sand dunes. Word of warning…if it is windy, be prepared to literally be sand blasted.  I’m still picking sand out of unseen places.

We didn’t make it to the far south so by default Milford Sound/ Fiordland National Park make the list.  As well as Stewart Island.

We didn’t make it to Queenstown either.  I would love to go there for the hot air balloon festival to see the land from above.

New Zealand is truly an outdoor enthusiasts paradise if you love the outdoors your sure to love the land of Kiwi’s.  Just be prepared to pay for it.  I would definitely like to go back for at least 3 months and camp my way through it spending a little more time in each place.  I’m grateful though that I got to see more the island than I intended to.  And I’m glad to leave wanting to see more.

March 03, 2012

Settling In


I’m settling in to life on the road and traveling is getting easier.  I’m getting use to moving around, not staying one place for a long time and meeting numerous people from all over the world.  Actually mainly Germans. 

Fijiwas a culture shock.  I’m glad I started there because even though there was much poverty, Fijians will give you the clothes off their backs if you are getting a little too sunburned.  They are the most selfless people I’ve met thus far and very, very beautiful esthetically as well.

After I left my initial accommodations and found a couch to surf on, I felt much better about being in Fiji.  Staying with Diane was wonderful.  I became much more relaxed and felt safer being in the company of other people.  Meeting some of the locals gave me a better perspective on Fijian life.  Diane rented the basement of her home out to two twin brothers, Phillip and Tofu. They were from one of the low land nation islands but I can’t think of the name of it right not.  They were fire dances and craftsmen.  Both worked in the backpacker resorts entertaining and providing activities for guests.  Incredibly sweet talented men.  I hung out with them when I was staying at Diane’s and I went to Mana Island in the Yasawa’s with Phillip for a couple of days.  He was working at the backpackers I stayed at.  Again it was nice to have someone with me who knew the ways of the land and culture.

I didn’t make it to far inland in Fiji.  I here that the mountains and rivers are something to see.  Instead I headed out to the YasawaIslands for a couple of days.  The group of Islands are stunning and extremely warm.  It was so warm that even the ocean felt soupy.  Mana Island is a village island.  The village was behind the backpackers place.  I felt incredibly guilty for being there.  These people have next to nothing and live very simply.  Here I was taking one of the best buildings to sleep in and eating food that most couldn’t afford.  Yet most of them seemed to be very happy.  I didn’t get over the guilt, but each day I felt extremely grateful for the opportunities and things that I have.  I will say that it was fun to play with the local kids.  They hung out with me and a woman I met who was from the States.

Fiji was beautiful and an eye opener.  I feel a little bit more prepared for places like Thailand and India.

December 07, 2011

Trees, Rocks and Sand Oh My...

More images from Cortes...

Cortes has many unusual beautiful
trees

Fallen Lovers

The Octopuss

The Octopus from below

Little Friends (still need to find out the species)

Little Friend with breakfast

The Arburtus tree is one of my favourites.  It is said to be the
tree of knowledge.  It sheds it red bark every spring and reveals
it's soft smooth woody flesh that is great for making things with.

There are two wolf packs on the island that frequent the beach
near the house I live in.  I haven't seen them but hear them at night often

The beaches of the Northern Islands are covered with driftwood.
Many people collect it for building their houses with as well as
for decorative art

Beach driftwood.

lines

The Dance...(wolf, geese and deer prints all together!)

Bird Watch

Since I can't take this piece with me....

pigs in trees (same tree above)

Barking Mad ( you guessed it...same tree)

rock and water

This is very cool.  It's the same driftwood I was
sitting on above.  Little white tubes caused by bugs.


Out to sea.

Cortes is world famous for it's oysters.

Whale rock

December 06, 2011

The Abyss and the Moon

I had a dream, actually it was more of a vision/warning a couple of nights ago that has caused a huge shift in me. Here it is:

It was the middle of the night, pitch black, and I was on a huge ship in the center of the ocean.  Not quite a cargo ship but not a cruise ship either.  I was a little freaked out being on it as in waking life I’m not a fan of such boats.  I love the water, I love canoeing, kayaking, swimming, ferries are ok, but those ships…not so much.

I was walking on the deck heading toward the bow of the ship.  I noticed that there was no barrier at all between the bow and the ocean.  Kinda like a warship that planes land on.  As I approached the edge I became more uneasy but felt the need to look over the side.  The ship was rocking a little so I laid down on my stomach to look over.  There were whales and dolphins surfing off the bow of the boat.  I could also hear them calling to me.  They wanted me to jump in with them and swim.  I could feel in my heart that I wanted to jump.  As I started to get up to jump in, the boat started to list and I became frightened and ran back to the comfort of the interior of the ship.

I went inside and down into a space that was fairly open.  It seemed to have a glass wall so that you can see what was going on under the ocean.  As I looked I saw a snake-like creature swim past.  It was almost Loch Ness monster like but without fins or legs.  I stood in awe, full of wonderment, and asked if anyone else had seen it.  My older brother was there and some other people I didn’t recognize but felt familiar.  They said they saw it as well and were frightened.  Then as we moved along, we sailed by a plane that had crashed into the sea.  I started to feel frightened and just at that moment the boat shook.  I realized we were sinking.

All of us started to head back up to the deck of the boat but got trapped in a hall passage.  It was a tight passage way and the door behind us closed as did the door in front of us.  I tried the door and it was already sealed shut.  On the door was written in thick red letters “ You have 20 minutes of air left to live.”  Water started to seep up from the ground fast and began covering us.  As the water rose up to my neck  I said to my brother and the others there “just remember that I love you.”  The water went over my head and just before I started to drown my phone rang and I woke up.

What was interesting was, it felt as if my very good friend from Toronto, whom I love dearly, threw me a lifeline and saved me.  I was incredibly happy and grateful to hear her sunny voice. 
I immediately had a sense of what the dream meant.  The dolphins and the whales new I was on a sinking ship.  They were asking me to take a risk and jump into the unknown.  They were there to support and help me.  Instead of following my heart, I chose the comfort and safety of what I already knew not wanting to take the risk.  Yet, that comfort and safety, old ways of protecting myself was also going to kill me.

I recently met someone whom I’m quite attracted to.  I feel comfortable and safe around him.  I realized that he is also very much like all the men that I’ve been attracted to my whole life. That is the archetypal energies of the emotionally unavailable and unrequited love. Beautiful, unconsciously heart-centred men, with difficulties, sometimes severe difficulties with intimacy and real relationship. This type would rather run than risk being open to love. I know them extremely well and continually come into contact with them. I’m really, really tired of them and I don’t want to bang my head on that wall anymore. Even knowing this, I’m always looking for ways to connect with him.  What’s funny is nothing is working.  The Universe isn’t supporting us getting together either. It knows my patterns too and is testing me to see if I will run back to safety.  It should be as simple as, if it’s meant to happen it will.  If not, than not.  It’s all good.  Yeah…Easier said than done.  I’m constantly battling with trying to force something to happen, rather than letting things be the way they are.  Let’s face it who here likes to wait and just keep moving on doing what needs to be done?

I noticed with him, the same familiar patterns of thought  and behaving that have led me to many broken hearts in the past. But it isn’t just about him.  There are other patterns associated with this that need to be healed and broken as well. Everything is connected. And…at the same time, I’m trying to leave my heart open to whatever needs to take place so I can heal.  Sometimes that means breaking my heart open even more to reveal the diamond, the Divine Love hidden within me.  A very sticky, tricky paradox.

I also know that I need to heal these energies so I can move on which means healing them within myself.  Yet, I’m also scared to let go of the comfort and familiarity of them even though I know it’s not healthy for me to hold on.  If I let go and take the risk of loving someone different or someone available….I’m jumping into the unknown. 

Here’s the rub though…

I had to go into Campbell River (on Vancouver Island, but an actual city) to pick up a roommate who went back to Vancouver for a week.  We decided to meet there so we can also pick up supplies (everything is pretty much closed on the Island and food is pretty expensive).  This involved taking two ferries.  On the way back it was already dark and the ocean as black as oil.  The first ferry is a short 10 minute stretch and a bigger boat.  We where the last car on and couldn’t see the water.  The second ferry is a smaller boat, and 45 minutes long and we were the first car on.

As soon as the ferry left the dock it turned out all the lights save a few.  It was very, very dark as the clouds covered the sky.  As we sailed out I realized that there was no barrier at the front of the ferry.  My dream came flooding back.  I was literally living my dream save a few details.  I knew I had to go and stand outside closer to the water.  As I got out of the car, I told my two friends that if the ferry sunk just remember I love them both.

I got out into the cool of the evening.  The wind was gently blowing causing the ferry to rock more than what I have been accustom to.  I meditatively walked to the very front of the boat.  There was only a small chain going across the front separating me from the water.  My heart started to pound with fear, my breath shortened and my body started to contract.  I stared into the black abyss of the ocean. I could feel my heart thumping harder to the point where I thought it would burst through my chest.  I was completely uncomfortable and I felt my full Being resist the unknown. I started to turn back to safety and then I remembered my dream.  I was been given the opportunity to choose differently, to change the dream. I stopped.  I slowly turned back to face the ocean and focused on my breathing.  The more intense my heart beat, the more I breathed deeply into it.  This battle continued for at least 10 minutes.  The wanting of safety and security and comfort, and the need to face my fear of jumping into the abyss.  I felt like I was going to explode.   Just as the intensity became completely unbearable, I heard the voice of my teacher, in my heart, “Don’t cling to anything that you can’t take with you on a sinking ship.”

POP!!!!

In that very moment I knew if I had seen a whale or a dolphin I wouldn’t have hesitated one millisecond to jump in.  By facing the black abyss of the unknown, literally, by simply breathing through it, I  broke through the fear and was released into freedom. My body, mind and soul totally relaxed and softened. Just as all this happened, the clouds also broke revealing a beautiful white moon that cast a brilliant silvery light onto the darkness of the ocean.  My lifeline.  Light within the darkness.  I felt incredibly happy, grateful and alive!  And…full of Light and Love.  Even if the ferry did sink, it wouldn’t have mattered one bit. 

I also understood that it isn’t just material objects that I can’t take with me into the unknown.  It’s old outdated thoughts, belief systems, and ways of being.  Everything has to go.  The only thing I can hold onto is Light and Love.  It’s always there, always present.  Even when it seems to be hidden behind the clouds, Love is always there and all I have to do is fully open to It.  It doesn't matter what happens as long as I live with the sincerity and integrity of my heart.  The Universe will then take care of the rest.

November 03, 2011

Hollyhock

I'm currently at Hollyhock Retreat Centre on Cortes Island, BC.  It is now called a learning centre and offers all sorts of workshops geared towards personal development.  Somewhere along the way calling something spiritual is now almost politically incorrect.  However, this place is very spiritual.

Hollyhock is considered to be Esalen north minus the Californian weather and the natural hot springs.  Hollyhock has hot tubs that over look the ocean but their not quite the same and beautiful none the less.

I haven't quite figured out Hollyhock thus far and will wait for a few more days to settle in before I write anything.  I will though share some photos with you for now.

View from Cortes Island BC, looking toward Vancouver Island

Cortes Island, BC

Cortesean heading home.

Local ferry trafic

Manson's Landing, Cortes Island

Yellow Boat

My first jellyfish!!

Smelt Bay, Cortes Island

The flock.

Yellow flower

Tree outside the Beach house

Garden Gate at Hollyhock

Hollyhock's Parking Lot

Lunch time

Hey where's the wasabe?

Graceful Flight

The Sanctuary (cob building)

The Sanctuary's Garden Doors.

Inside the Sanctuary (my favourite building)

Om

The Lodge and Garden

Hearts Everywhere!!

Beach Art






Shells and Sand

Hollyhock's Beach House.