MACAU: Magical Charm
AUSTRALIA, TA: Hobart’s Half Dozen Treasures
USA, NM: Santa Fe – Downtown Retreat & Mountain Ranch Resort
PERU: Lake Sandoval, Amazonia: Mundos Intocados – Untouched Worlds.
AUSTRALIA, SA: Hopping Across to Kangaroo Island
USA, WY: The Legend of Buffalo Bill
AUSTRALIA, SA: Dishing It Out In South Australia
USA, NV: Top 10 Las Vegas Travel Tips
KIWI: Stewart Island's Natural Beauty
KIWI: Tuatapere Hump Ridge Track - Stairway to Heaven
KIWI: Sitting on the DOC of the Bay - A Campervan in the Coromandel
HONG KONG: Top Ten Must See Attractions
MACAU: A Macanese Affair to Remember
USA, Rockies: A Most Excellent Adventure - RV Trip Part 2
USA, Rockies: A Most Excellent Adventure - RV Trip Part 1
KIWI: Top 10 Kiwi Coastal Department of Conservation Campsites
KIWI: South by Southwest Auckland
AUSTRALIA, QLD: Campervan Adventures on the Great Tropical Drive
HONG KONG: Hong Kong’s Adventurous Atributes
KIWI: Top 10 Adventure Activities to Experience in Auckland
KIWI: The Gems and Jewels of the Tutukaka Coast
AUSTRALIA, NSW: A South Coast & Southern Highlands Tasting Seduction
USA, WY: Unadulterated Wilderness - Yellowstone National Park
KIWI: Island’s in the Gulf
USA, SD: Famous Faces in Great Places
USA, MT: Montana’s Forgotten Ghost Towns
UAE: Abu Dhabi - More Than A Flight of Fancy
WESTERN SAMOA: In the Footsteps of Robert Louis Stephenson
TONGA: Vava’u Island Group
KIWI: Unpack, Inhale and Unwind – Breathing Easy on Auckland’s West Coast
KIWI: Waiheke Island – Paradise Found
USA, ID: Sun Valley Lodge, Ketchum
USA, ID: A Big City with a Small Town Heart
SOUTH KOREA: Temple Tourism Where Silence is Golden
AUSTRALIA, TAS: Hobart’s Half Dozen Treasures
AUSTRALIA, TAS: A Taste and a Tipple in Tassie
KIWI: Conjuring Up Some Matakana Magic
FIJI: Cavorting on the Coral Coast
USA, CA: Jamaica Bay Inn, Marina Del Rey
NEPAL: Kartwheeling in Kathmandu
KIWI: Going With The Flow - A Day on the Dart River
NEPAL: Eat Pray Hike – Life on a Himalayan Trail Part 2.
NEPAL: Eat Pray Hike – Life on a Himalayan Trail Part 1.
SINGAPORE: Capella Hotel, Sensosa Island
USA, HI: Hairpin Highway to Hana and Beyond
KIWI: Matakauri Lodge, Queenstown
ENGLAND: Haunted by Heathcliff - Yorkshire's Bronte Country
USA, CA: Handlery Union Square Hotel, San Francisco
KIWI: This Restless Land – Hiking the Tongariro Crossing & Mt. Ruapehu
KIWI: On My Bike - Mountain Biking and the Queenstown Bike Festival
ENGLAND: Mark it in Your Calendar – Visit Skipton, Yorkshire
SCOTLAND: A Scottish Highland Fling
REPUBLIC of IRELAND: Wrestling Wrasse on the Beara Peninsula
REPUBLIC of IRELAND: 48 Hours in Cork
ENGLAND: The Land of Romans, Myths and Medieval Castles
SCOTLAND: 48 Hours in Edinburgh
WALES: Wandering North Wales
USA, CA: In Yountville Pushing the Epicurean Envelope
ENGLAND: On The Trail of Lancashire’s Pendle Witches
THAILAND: Sky High in Bustling Bangkok
TAHITI: Lazy Hazy Days of Winter - Tahitii and Moorea
AUSTRALIA, QLD: In Seventh Heaven
VENEZUELA: Where Angels Dared To Tread
NORFOLK ISLAND: Isle of Exiles
NEW CALEDONIA: Flavours of New Caledonia
MALAYSIA, Sabah Borneo: In The Land of the Red Ape
AUSTRALIA, QLD: Taste of the Tropics

KIWI: The Wonder Country - Campervan Ventures in Southland

Earlier that first day I’d picked up my Maui campervan at Queenstown airport. I’d requested something small and functional; a vehicle with a fridge, stove and a bed - a shower and toilet I didn’t think was necessary. They gave me the keys to a Toyota Spirit 2 Grande, a perfect size vehicle for me to scoot around the Southern Alps region at leisure.

AUTHOR & PHOTOGRAPHER: ©Shane Boocock 2009

After 3 days hiking the Hollyford Track and another day on jetboat safari on the Dart River combined with throwing my body off ledges like some young adrenalin junkie, I was ready to leave behind all the Queenstown activities for a week and take to the open road.

The day I departed Queenstown, a huge layer of fog covered the Wakatipu basin, like a long silk Tibetan prayer scarf billowing in the breeze. Layered above the fog was a clear blue cobalt-coloured sky.

I always enjoy starting a journey never knowing exactly where I will end up at day’s end. On the way to Cromwell I made the first of many detours to cross the Crown Range to Wanaka, a route I had intended to take later.

This is a beautiful drive even on a cloudy day, with twisting switchbacks and high alpine fauna and windswept moorland. Its summit is at 1076m and it became the highest sealed road in New Zealand when completed in 2000.  

W. G. Rees and P. Von Tunzelman were the first Europeans to cross this pass in 1860 as they searched for fresh sheep pastures. By 1863 the pass had become famous as hundreds of gold seekers used the new route to reach the Arrow and Skippers gold diggings.

By 1867 the first of many horse drawn tourist coaches had began journeying over the rough hewn, pickaxe trail to glimpse the views of the promised land way below them.  Nowadays it’s mainly used by locals and holidaymakers in summer or by skiers in winter heading to Cardrona or the cross-country Ski Farm.

Earlier that first day I’d picked up my Maui campervan at Queenstown airport. I’d requested something small and functional; a vehicle with a fridge, stove and a bed - a shower and toilet I didn’t think was necessary.  They gave me the keys to a Toyota Spirit 2 Grande, a perfect size vehicle for me to scoot around the Southern Alps region at leisure.

Wanaka has to be one of New Zealand’s prettiest towns with the foreshore of the lake a natural water sport playground nestled below the backdrop of dramatic mountain ranges.

From Cromwell to Clyde the landscape changed. The hills were rock strewn and as brown as a handful of parched coffee beans. Above it all a hawk glided back and forth looking for prey among the tussock. Clyde is at the head of the Clyde dam and along with its many historic stone houses it has a really popular biking trail.

Beyond Alexandra I entered inhospitable Bronte-like Wuthering Height’s moorland bleakness, broken up only by sheaths of rock strata jutting out of the earth’s crust.

The Historic Gold mining town of Lawrence made me smile again. It had a main street of Victorian houses and two storey structures from a long forgotten era, a dozen or more historic churches and an information centre and visit-worthy mining museum. 

The little old lady in the info centre informed me as I gazed at an 1861 picture of over a 100 heavily bearded men from the district, “If your great, great grandfather is in that picture you’ll be hard pressed to recognize him – they all look the same don’t they?”

The road from here on in turned to rolling hillsides and meadows, fruit farms and orchards, roadside stalls and organic produce and plenty of sheep. At one funky organic cottage I bought a dozen free-range eggs for 5 dollars and thanked the gritty, earth-toiled man in smeared overalls.

My aim was to explore the untamed Caitlin coastline – once considered the “Forgotten Coast,” it is now one New Zealand’s most ruggedly beautiful locations on the Southern Scenic Route.

Mist turned to rain and the wind was howling its fury as I finally spotted the wave battered beach by the seaside village of Kaka Point. On such a nasty day all that was left to do was plug the power socket in at the sparse-looking local motor camp and set to work on my steak dinner.

I awoke the next morning in darkness to more rain. The forecast was rain and showers. It was 1st March- the first day of the Bluff oyster season so I thought “that will do me, I’ll head to Bluff.”

At Jack’s Point I was going to hike to Jack’s Blowhole but when I couldn’t see the beach or the local ‘cribs’ for the blinding rain I skipped the idea and carried on driving – I was sure Jack would have understood?

The small hamlet of Papatowai claimed it was “Where the forest meets the sea,” and who was to argue?

After turning onto more slick, rain-soaked gravel roads I found solace at Curio Bay. On the incoming tide huge tentacles of kelp resembling giant slithering eels were being tossed onto the rocks – in some macabre way it reminded me of an alien movie.

Yet this bay is home to the rarest penguin in the world; the Hoiho or yellow-eyed penguin.  On a rocky outcrop where petrified wood was exposed, there was just one lonely fella grooming himself. I counted myself lucky as this coastline access is one of only a few places to get close to these magnificent species.

I finally found a sheltered lunch spot overlooking the southernmost point in the south island, Slope Point. Two hours later as wind knocked the van around I settled into my site facing Bluff Harbour.

The forecast out in the Foveaux Strait was for gale-force winds. I could feel the force in the campsite and retreated to the warmer climes of the first tavern I could find, a stale ale carpet joint full of fishing blokes. As luck would have it the local fish and chip shop had ordered 20 dozen Bluff oysters, so dinner was taken care of – a dozen bluffies and chips!

The next morning in a cold southerly I pulled out of the campground and headed north to escape the weather. No doubt it was a sign of the wicked winter to come.

I gassed up in Invercargill and moved on. Riverton was a lovely little place with a big beach, a pretty fishing port and an old-fashioned one-lane town centre. A few miles further on was Cockle Bay, a small settlement at the end of a long crescent shaped beach and a free camping spot at the point. 

With another detour I found New Zealand’s deepest lake – Hauroko, in Maori it means “the songbird of the wind.” It reaches a depth of 462 metres and drops below sea level, but with no campground I needed to find an alternative.

The head of Lake Monowai looked promising as the map indicated a DOC campground. It also looked like there were some good hiking trails and more importantly it allowed campfires – a must to ward off Fiordland’s black sand flies. 

Early in the morning I drove out on a winding gravel road from Monowai for 22km to an area known as The Grebe Valley. Here lies one of these rare wonders of nature, a completely uninhabited valley of striking beauty that was formed 13,000 years ago when the last of the great ice glaciers retreated.  The region is so named as it is one of the last places where the rare Crested Grebe still survives – there are perhaps just a few dozen remaining in Fiordland.

After a night at Manapouri and Milford I finished my journey where I had begun, back in Queenstown, a world away from the rugged wilderness and isolation of New Zealand’s wonder country.

Good Points:
-       Easy to maneuver and a sharp turning circle
-       Ideal for two people and well-stocked
-       Great on mileage, cheap diesel
-       Having a fridge, running water and a stove
Bad points:
-       The head-high upper bed base when fully extended is trimmed with stainless steel. Within an hour of my first night stop I was stemming blood from a gash in my eyebrow.
-       In the Spirit 2 Grande you can’t get to the living area from the front seats without going outside.
-       Power sockets only work when hooked up at a campground.
-       The sliding door handle is really difficult to open due to the towel rail.
Bring a sheet of Mozzie netting to use across an open sliding door
Bring plenty of Mozzie repellant
Places to park up:
-       Kawa Point Motor Camp
-       Curio Bay Motor Camp
-       Bluff Motor Camp
-       Lake Monowai DOC Campground
-       Manapouri Possum Lodge and Campground 



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