More like a month. I will be observing radio silence, having promised myself not to turn on my computer the whole time. If I don't talk to you folks for a few days, have a very, very merry Christmas, and a happy New Year, and a great Ho-Ho Relo.
sweetniKa will come out of hibernation soon... maybe we'll find that Santa brought her a new pair of ruby slippers to dance in!
And -- Prosperos Anos e Felicidade!
Speaking of ruby slippers... she might not be (well, she ISN'T...) in Kansas anymore, but they get plenty of tornados in Oklahoma! So, maybe she'll need them slippers anyway!
But that didn't look like rhino in the audience! Where were you in the video rhino? I didn't even hear what Bill C was saying cuz I was busy looking for our esteemed colleague...
But that didn't look like rhino in the audience! Where were you in the video rhino? I didn't even hear what Bill C was saying cuz I was busy looking for our esteemed colleague...
YoooHoooo, everybody! Just spent a month in New Zealand; it was beyond fantastic, and was the trip of a lifetime. (Hopefully, not the only one!) We did a 21-day driving tour of their beautiful South island, with Mr.niKa's parents and three of the four kids. Did you know that there are 40 million sheep in New Zealand? I saw about a million of them. And I learned that 17-inch Brown Trout are average fish there. Two of those browns fed seven of us, with seconds, and thirds for anyone who still had room. We saw one guy's prize fish - it was a heee-yuge salmon, caught in a river. Broke the trout net.
I surf fished in the Tasman sea. Whoa, did I just type that? "I surf fished in the Tasman sea." I'm getting the giggles just thinking about it. Okay, we've just travelled for 27 hours to get home (arrived late this afternoon), but it's so exciting that I just had to share that with you. Now, I feel a nap coming on, particularly since I start another semester of teaching in the morning.
Niki, I was over in NZ just last June. It is so green there compared to Australia. And today we had a Maori over today, my wifes best friend. Too bad you couldn't drop in it is only a four hour flight.
Niki, I was over in NZ just last June. It is so green there compared to Australia. And today we had a Maori over today, my wifes best friend. Too bad you couldn't drop in it is only a four hour flight.
Felloshipper, thanks for the thought. The kids and I spent four hours in the Sydney airport on the way home, but so little time there on the way to NZ that we never even sat in a chair or put down our carryons. None of the luggage made the connection on the way there; it was all delivered the next day. Everything but the kids' fishing poles made it on the way back; those are still in Airline Limbo, and may end up being replaced by the carrier. I wish that we could have visited you in Melbourne, but we couldn't find tickets that went through there. I gave my last final at 8am on a Friday, turned in grades at 1:30, and we were on a plane by 4:20 that afternoon. We returned in the early evening on a Monday; I started teaching again the very next morning at 9am. I still haven't unpacked everything, because it's been a super busy first week of the semester, but I'm sure grinning a lot. We've almost caught up on rest, but as Howard Allen used to say, there'll be time to sleep when we're dead. Geesh, that sounds pretty morbid, thirty years on.
The Maoris are soooo coooool. We went to a Maori presentation at the nature reserve in Christchurch, to learn about their history, (Mr. niKa got pecked in the leg by a kiwi, unbelieveable but true; it reached through the enclosure) and also spent quite a lot of time learning about the Maoris at the national museum in Wellington.
I hope that we can stop by if we get down there again. Mr. niKa's best good buddy lives in Melbourne.
Ah, the Fellowshipper seeks enlightenment according to the way of the Nika in New Zealand.
Get Thee To The Beach. The surf-fishing and beachcombing there are very spiritual. Gore really IS the brown trout fishing capital of the world. Fairlie says it's the Rainbow Trout fishing capital of the world - they have the very same thirty-or forty-foot statue of trout in their respective town squares, painted differently according to the Brown or the Rainbow. I am not able to speak for Fairlie, as I did not fish there, but in Gore, they speak true, my brother.
Hokitika is a great place to take your bride to the movies. The movie theater is a small room with lots of sofas and a big screen projection T.V.; there's a guy who sells you chocolate, wine, beer, etc., along with your tickets. It's not a cheap date, so be warned. We saw a French film there, called "Conversations With My Gardener," which had English subtitles. It was such a good film that bits of it still catch me unawares, more than a month later.
There is also a building in Hokitika which I thought looked very familiar. Not the exact building, but the feel of it. I looked at the nameplate: "Cargegie" was on the bronze plaque. "This is an old Carnegie Library!," I exclaimed to mr.niKa and to the niKaStepson (who turned 22 during our trip). "No, no," they said. "That's only in America."
They had little faith, but I was no neophite. I wonder what my back looked like? I went into the building asked questions, and the sweet wine of truth and vindication flowed over mah heart. Turns out that Andrew Cargegie was Scottish (who in New Zealand didn't just put his hand over his heart, at the very mention of the Motherland?) He built 21 libraries in New Zealand. Hokitika was, at one time, a major conduit for shipments into the South Island. It was a thriving shipping town.
Chistchurch was cosmopolitan. I liked the Antarctic museum, but my father-in-law thought that it wasn't enough museum for the gate price. He was probably right, but it was a very nice museum. The kids loved the Storm Room, where they have you put on heavy coats and go into a refrigerated room, and then you spend about six or seven minutes in actual blowing-snow-colder-that-you-really-want-to-be storm. I was ready for that to be over after about two minutes, and it did give us a much better idea about what it might be like to be a researcher in Antarctica. There was a nature preserve (named Windmere, or something similar) where we saw a presentation by Maori. It's a traditional cultural demonstration, and they re-enacted the ceremony of an elaborate visitor ritual, at the end of which they decide whether to welcome the visitors, or cook and eat the visitors. They were very fierce until they got us inside their compound, and then were quite gracious and lovely hosts. We always kind of figured that they wouldn't eat us, but at least one young child at the ceremony wasn't quite so sure.
Milford Sound is supposed to be very cool; we did not go there. Instead, we did an overnight cruise on Doubtful Sound. RealJourneys was the name of the company, and they did a fantastic job. In fact, every attraction of theirs that we saw was completely topnotch. That company was begun by a couple who sold . . . was it hardware? Or insurance? Anyway, it wasn't travel. They started small, and built it into a travel empire. They bought some key tourism rights early on, and worked hard at prosperity. That kind of thinking is, in my opinion, quite characteristic of many, many New Zealanders: they are not afraid of hard work. Okay, so . . . Doubtful Sound. The first Captain to find it said that it was "Doubtful" that they'd be able to get their ship into the Fjord (which is what the Sound is), and back out again without dying. After spending a couple of amazing days on it, and seeing how our Captain had to steer around rock after rock, I see why. It also has incredibly cold water, being sooooo far South. It's the southernmost edge of the range of the Bottlenose dophin, because they just can't handle colder water than that. Mr.niKa and I kayaked on it, which was very fun (we raced), and later took a dip in it (which was insane, and in my case, extremely brief). He stayed in for about 8 or 9 minutes, cavorting around and being macho, and after he'd been out for about 10 minutes, he still felt like an icicle to the touch. We saw dolphins two or three times during the trip, jumping out of the water in arcs, playing with one another; sometimes there were five or six of them in the air at once. Another thing that was unbelieveable, even though we were staring at it, was all the waterfalls. You have to understand that on our way in, it was raining cats and dogs and then some, and then a lot more than that. This is a place that can get a meter of rain in a day. There were thousands of waterfalls; we passed them for miles; the sides of the fjord rose up on both sides of the ship, and the waterfalls were all around us. By the mid afternoon, the rain had stopped; that's when we kayaked and swam. The next day, the waterfalls had almost all dissappeared. There were a couple of small seal colonies, and many tracks of avalanches, and it was very, very cool. The food was amazing, too. So, I'd certainly recommend the overnight Doubtful Sound cruise, but it's not a cheap date, either. Pehaps you've learned my secret: I like cheap dates!
We brought home lots of cool rocks: black marble flecked into gray rock, and also layered black and white mica, from the Fox Glacier, pink-and-black flecked marble from Gentle Annie, greenstone from Hokitika, and green rock shot through with cream veins from Gore. The kids beachcombed a large bone in Gentle Annie, and we brought it home. Now, I've become a bit concerned that it might be a human sacrum; I sent an e-mail with pictures over to the Zoology department without saying what I thought it was; we'll see what (or if) they reply.
People don't wear slogan T-shirts there (they think it's tacky?), unless it's related to a rugby team "(Go, All-Blacks!) In fact, simply wearing black is very popular in Wellington, in support of that team.
In general, I found New Zealanders to be extremely polite and rather formal. mr.niKa says that they're so careful to be courteous that if they don't like you, they might not ever tell you, and might not ever even let on. Most interactions there are delightful enounters, simply because New Zealanders so very much enjoy being pleasant. I loved that part of the experience. They're just nice.
And for now, that's all I have to say about that. Except that if you have a choice between flying United or flying Air New Zealand, choose Air New Zealand. Neither has much legroom in coach (and I'm talking NO ROOM for your knees), but the food and the service are nicer on ANZ.
Okay, that's really all that I have to say about that, for the moment. Thanks for asking, Fellowshipper.
you bring joy to all of our hearts sweetniKa... thanks for sharing... and after you've rested some more, please share more... I live vicariously through you! :)
i know i was'nt in the ninth, so forgive my barging in to your turf............but, lovely NIKA..........i loved your post here about your trip to new zealand!........thanks for sharing.........i have vivid images in my mind........and.......as the Strange One said.........i too hope you have some more to share with us!......i am also very interested in hearing a bit more of how MR. NIKA'S research is going........a truly exciting work he's involved in!.........thanks again for a really great post!........welcome home!......and............peace.
Wow, thanks! I hadn't realized that there would be such an interest, and you all are really nice to ask. The research got to the point that they were able to submit a pretty hefty grant proposal, which was the goal; it's interesting to have two different primary investigators, in two different hemispheres. If it gets funded, things will start to move quickly. There are some interesting things that they'll be able to do in other areas that might not need as much funding, and will likely get done whether there's a lot of money for the research or not. Some things turn out to be simpler than first thought, and some things harder. Okay, that's nebulous, and I'm sorry, but it's unpublished results, so that's all I can say about it on the internet for now.
As far as the trip, perhaps the neatest thing was that there were seven of us in a van together for 21 days, and constantly in one another's company for 30 days, including myself, mr.niKa, our two children together, my 22-year-old stepson, and my in-laws. At the end of the month, after all that togetherness, we all still liked each other! We were physically tired, but emotionally, just didn't want our time together to end. I'm extremely fortunate to have such nice in-laws.
One thing that comes to mind at the moment about the trip was from the Maori presentation. We had to walk across part of a nature compound to approach their "encampment." I don't know what these folks do for their day jobs in Christchurch, but they obviously love their night gig. It was relatively early in the evening, and the air was a bit cooler, but the shadows weren't getting longer yet. The young Maori woman who was our tourguide said that a leader would be elected from our group, to represent all of us. "It's a man who has been on the water today," she said, scanning the crowd. A skinny white Rasta dude from the back, complete with colorful handloomed shirt, sheepishly raised his hand. (Punting is a popular activity in Christchurch; they're probably more British than the British.) So, he was our leader. As we walked up to the Maori encampment, there was only silence, and the sounds of the birds. Suddenly, loud shrieking, really fierce and frightening, erupted from behind us, and a warrior leapt out of the forest brandishing a (very large) spear and making a very scary face. The Maori are the ones who bug out their eyes and stick their tongues out so far that they'd put Gene Simmons to shame. Back in the day when big sailing ships used to come into some of the bays in New Zealand, there were several instances when groups of Maori performed the Haka (war dance) with the scary faces and the "come and get a piece of me if you dare, pale wimps" attitude, and those ships turned right back around and went elsewhere. Did I mention that they were cannibals? Anyway, the guy with the spear walked up and down our group, doing scary face, and shaking the spear at us (trying not to shake it too hard at the kids, because some of them were getting scared). Then, a really big Maori guy was given instructions by his chief, and he came and did a very macho, threatening sign language thing to our white Rastadude leader. The big Maori then dropped a small branch of greenery and stepped back to see what Rastadude would do. Rasta was ready, because we'd all listened to the lecture beforehand, so he picked up the greenery. That was the signal for peaceful intent, and we were declared guests for dinner, rather than the main course for dinner. They led us into their enclosure, after explaining what everything there was for, and then they put on a music show with a sing-a-long. They were transformed into smiling, gracious hosts. It was a very interesting cultural experience. I have now sung the Hokie Pokie in Maori. They closed the show with the Haka, and it was very loud, from the gut, and real. They take this stuff seriously. One thing that I remember about them was that there was a young man in the show who looked completely white. Dark eyes and hair, but white. I realized that he must be at least part Maori, or he couldn't be in the show, and wondered what it must mean to him to participate in this kind of cultural exchange of ideas. Then, I noticed his feet. (They all went barefoot.) His feet were precisely the same as the chief's. Exactly. This kid must have been the chief's grandson, or other relative. It suddenly became very important to me that this young man was singing and doing the Haka alongside this old man. And the man who was the chief did not seem like any kind of an actor to me. He had a bearing, and a jade sign of rank, and some of the most beautiful British-educated English I have ever heard. I think that he was really a high-ranking Maori.
New Zealand has two official languages: English and Maori. It's completely different from the situation in America, where we displaced the native population. The NZ constitution is written in both languages. All of the Maori chiefs had to sign the constitution, back in the day, before it could be ratified. There's a basic sense of respect for their culture that is not present toward native Americans among most popular American culture.
Later, we had dinner in the restaurant at the nature preserve, and the waitress came and asked whether the children would like to feed the deer. Right outside the plate glass windows where we were sitting, pygmy deer were waiting for what is obviously their normal feeding time. Every child in the restaurant was given a pail of deer feed, and welcomed outside to stand at the low fence and feed the deer by hand, while we enjoyed our wine and watched them through the window. (Okay, after we went outside and took about a hundred pictures of them!) There just aren't any adequate words to convey how delighted the kids were, or how special it felt to be able to watch the wonder in their faces.
Well, that's all for the moment. There really were a lot of cool things to see and do there, but the most impressive, by far, was the people. They are the greatest natural resource of New Zealand.
DWBH, I wasn't 9thC either but this has always been my favorite thread.
Thanks, Nika, for sharing your travels with the cafe. NZ has been on my interest list for years and we hope to go there someday...until then, I'm loving your stories.
hi tonto!........great seein' ya here!..........so.......this is your favorite thread?............gawd!!!.............i can't bear the thought of reading 333 pages of posts to see why!!!!...........LOL!..............however, knowing you, i just may have to start reading!..........but, for now, i'll stick with enjoying NIKA's vivid reports on what sounds like a truly unforgettable family vacation!
NIKA...........thanks again for these posts!.......i totally understand you're not being able to share more about your hubby's work.........but, i remain excited about what he is accomplishing, and i'm looking forward to the time when you'll be able to share more about it...........thanks again!....................peace.
And DWBH, just think of it as the Way Corps Version of War and Peace. If Spiderman was the main character, because he's the "imperfect" superhero. This thread is about five and a half years old now - it's kind of a cross between a diary, a biography, a high school reunion, and two men who walked into a bar. One had a parrot on his shoulder, and the parrot says . . . oh, wait, that was a derail. You know, that happens a lot on this thread. There are joys and heartbreaks and everything in between, told between people who had incredible experiences with one another, a lifetime ago. You certainly shouldn't try to read it all in one day, or even in one week. The continuity of the thing is just "love." Makes it right up your alley, my blessed brother.
I shall now go and dance in the kitchen in both your honors.
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Rocky
Never have bought anything from QVC or HSN/C... what a wonderful bunch of kids you have there... and the oldest must be incredibly smart, going to the University of Chicago! :)
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[quote name=notinKansasanymore' date='29 July 2009 - 11:15 AM' ti mestamp='1248891304' post='471939] And speaking of Cash for Clunkers (see, I told you it's impossible to derail),there is no longer
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Oh... (((((((Karmicdebt))))))), I'm SOOOOOO sorry. It is most understandable that you would feel that way.
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...and everyone was glad that you went, too (just not as glad as me! :))
Mark your calendar for next year, 2nd weekend in November! OU should have the Big 12 wrapped up by then... everyone else can come as well!
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Hey, all. Last day of class was today. Finals are next week. Work is piled around me, in big stacks. But I'm digging out.
Coffee.
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good for you myseestorniKa... good for you... then you get a couple of weeks off... right?
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More like a month. I will be observing radio silence, having promised myself not to turn on my computer the whole time. If I don't talk to you folks for a few days, have a very, very merry Christmas, and a happy New Year, and a great Ho-Ho Relo.
Much love, niKa
Always dance; that's what kitchens are for.
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A joyous and prosperous new year to all my buds!
sweetniKa will come out of hibernation soon... maybe we'll find that Santa brought her a new pair of ruby slippers to dance in!
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And -- Prosperos Anos e Felicidade!
Speaking of ruby slippers... she might not be (well, she ISN'T...) in Kansas anymore, but they get plenty of tornados in Oklahoma! So, maybe she'll need them slippers anyway!
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Well finally a ninth corps makes it to the Drudge headline ...
Well, sorta kinda anyway ...
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Rocky
That was my sentiment exactly... I saw that earlier... Good job, rhino, bringing that over for our friends here.
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But that didn't look like rhino in the audience! Where were you in the video rhino? I didn't even hear what Bill C was saying cuz I was busy looking for our esteemed colleague...
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Rocky
Has anyone got a recent pic of Mr. Fury?
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YoooHoooo, everybody! Just spent a month in New Zealand; it was beyond fantastic, and was the trip of a lifetime. (Hopefully, not the only one!) We did a 21-day driving tour of their beautiful South island, with Mr.niKa's parents and three of the four kids. Did you know that there are 40 million sheep in New Zealand? I saw about a million of them. And I learned that 17-inch Brown Trout are average fish there. Two of those browns fed seven of us, with seconds, and thirds for anyone who still had room. We saw one guy's prize fish - it was a heee-yuge salmon, caught in a river. Broke the trout net.
I surf fished in the Tasman sea. Whoa, did I just type that? "I surf fished in the Tasman sea." I'm getting the giggles just thinking about it. Okay, we've just travelled for 27 hours to get home (arrived late this afternoon), but it's so exciting that I just had to share that with you. Now, I feel a nap coming on, particularly since I start another semester of teaching in the morning.
As you were. Were you dancing? Carry on!
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welcome back to the U.S. of A. sweetniKa... we need pictures! and more stories!
New Zealand!!! ...all I can say is "WOW" ...(can you feel the envy?)
Good for you and mr. niKa and three of the four kids!
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Yeah... you MUST have pictures!!!!! We wanna see 'em!
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Niki, I was over in NZ just last June. It is so green there compared to Australia. And today we had a Maori over today, my wifes best friend. Too bad you couldn't drop in it is only a four hour flight.
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Felloshipper, thanks for the thought. The kids and I spent four hours in the Sydney airport on the way home, but so little time there on the way to NZ that we never even sat in a chair or put down our carryons. None of the luggage made the connection on the way there; it was all delivered the next day. Everything but the kids' fishing poles made it on the way back; those are still in Airline Limbo, and may end up being replaced by the carrier. I wish that we could have visited you in Melbourne, but we couldn't find tickets that went through there. I gave my last final at 8am on a Friday, turned in grades at 1:30, and we were on a plane by 4:20 that afternoon. We returned in the early evening on a Monday; I started teaching again the very next morning at 9am. I still haven't unpacked everything, because it's been a super busy first week of the semester, but I'm sure grinning a lot. We've almost caught up on rest, but as Howard Allen used to say, there'll be time to sleep when we're dead. Geesh, that sounds pretty morbid, thirty years on.
The Maoris are soooo coooool. We went to a Maori presentation at the nature reserve in Christchurch, to learn about their history, (Mr. niKa got pecked in the leg by a kiwi, unbelieveable but true; it reached through the enclosure) and also spent quite a lot of time learning about the Maoris at the national museum in Wellington.
I hope that we can stop by if we get down there again. Mr. niKa's best good buddy lives in Melbourne.
love, niKa
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Happy Valentine's Day, me Hearties!! I hope that your day was a good one. Love, niKa
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Niki,
Can you share more experiences you had according to NIKI enlightenment in New Zealand. My wife and I want to go there on Holiday one day.
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Ah, the Fellowshipper seeks enlightenment according to the way of the Nika in New Zealand.
Get Thee To The Beach. The surf-fishing and beachcombing there are very spiritual. Gore really IS the brown trout fishing capital of the world. Fairlie says it's the Rainbow Trout fishing capital of the world - they have the very same thirty-or forty-foot statue of trout in their respective town squares, painted differently according to the Brown or the Rainbow. I am not able to speak for Fairlie, as I did not fish there, but in Gore, they speak true, my brother.
Hokitika is a great place to take your bride to the movies. The movie theater is a small room with lots of sofas and a big screen projection T.V.; there's a guy who sells you chocolate, wine, beer, etc., along with your tickets. It's not a cheap date, so be warned. We saw a French film there, called "Conversations With My Gardener," which had English subtitles. It was such a good film that bits of it still catch me unawares, more than a month later.
There is also a building in Hokitika which I thought looked very familiar. Not the exact building, but the feel of it. I looked at the nameplate: "Cargegie" was on the bronze plaque. "This is an old Carnegie Library!," I exclaimed to mr.niKa and to the niKaStepson (who turned 22 during our trip). "No, no," they said. "That's only in America."
They had little faith, but I was no neophite. I wonder what my back looked like? I went into the building asked questions, and the sweet wine of truth and vindication flowed over mah heart. Turns out that Andrew Cargegie was Scottish (who in New Zealand didn't just put his hand over his heart, at the very mention of the Motherland?) He built 21 libraries in New Zealand. Hokitika was, at one time, a major conduit for shipments into the South Island. It was a thriving shipping town.
Chistchurch was cosmopolitan. I liked the Antarctic museum, but my father-in-law thought that it wasn't enough museum for the gate price. He was probably right, but it was a very nice museum. The kids loved the Storm Room, where they have you put on heavy coats and go into a refrigerated room, and then you spend about six or seven minutes in actual blowing-snow-colder-that-you-really-want-to-be storm. I was ready for that to be over after about two minutes, and it did give us a much better idea about what it might be like to be a researcher in Antarctica. There was a nature preserve (named Windmere, or something similar) where we saw a presentation by Maori. It's a traditional cultural demonstration, and they re-enacted the ceremony of an elaborate visitor ritual, at the end of which they decide whether to welcome the visitors, or cook and eat the visitors. They were very fierce until they got us inside their compound, and then were quite gracious and lovely hosts. We always kind of figured that they wouldn't eat us, but at least one young child at the ceremony wasn't quite so sure.
Milford Sound is supposed to be very cool; we did not go there. Instead, we did an overnight cruise on Doubtful Sound. RealJourneys was the name of the company, and they did a fantastic job. In fact, every attraction of theirs that we saw was completely topnotch. That company was begun by a couple who sold . . . was it hardware? Or insurance? Anyway, it wasn't travel. They started small, and built it into a travel empire. They bought some key tourism rights early on, and worked hard at prosperity. That kind of thinking is, in my opinion, quite characteristic of many, many New Zealanders: they are not afraid of hard work. Okay, so . . . Doubtful Sound. The first Captain to find it said that it was "Doubtful" that they'd be able to get their ship into the Fjord (which is what the Sound is), and back out again without dying. After spending a couple of amazing days on it, and seeing how our Captain had to steer around rock after rock, I see why. It also has incredibly cold water, being sooooo far South. It's the southernmost edge of the range of the Bottlenose dophin, because they just can't handle colder water than that. Mr.niKa and I kayaked on it, which was very fun (we raced), and later took a dip in it (which was insane, and in my case, extremely brief). He stayed in for about 8 or 9 minutes, cavorting around and being macho, and after he'd been out for about 10 minutes, he still felt like an icicle to the touch. We saw dolphins two or three times during the trip, jumping out of the water in arcs, playing with one another; sometimes there were five or six of them in the air at once. Another thing that was unbelieveable, even though we were staring at it, was all the waterfalls. You have to understand that on our way in, it was raining cats and dogs and then some, and then a lot more than that. This is a place that can get a meter of rain in a day. There were thousands of waterfalls; we passed them for miles; the sides of the fjord rose up on both sides of the ship, and the waterfalls were all around us. By the mid afternoon, the rain had stopped; that's when we kayaked and swam. The next day, the waterfalls had almost all dissappeared. There were a couple of small seal colonies, and many tracks of avalanches, and it was very, very cool. The food was amazing, too. So, I'd certainly recommend the overnight Doubtful Sound cruise, but it's not a cheap date, either. Pehaps you've learned my secret: I like cheap dates!
We brought home lots of cool rocks: black marble flecked into gray rock, and also layered black and white mica, from the Fox Glacier, pink-and-black flecked marble from Gentle Annie, greenstone from Hokitika, and green rock shot through with cream veins from Gore. The kids beachcombed a large bone in Gentle Annie, and we brought it home. Now, I've become a bit concerned that it might be a human sacrum; I sent an e-mail with pictures over to the Zoology department without saying what I thought it was; we'll see what (or if) they reply.
People don't wear slogan T-shirts there (they think it's tacky?), unless it's related to a rugby team "(Go, All-Blacks!) In fact, simply wearing black is very popular in Wellington, in support of that team.
In general, I found New Zealanders to be extremely polite and rather formal. mr.niKa says that they're so careful to be courteous that if they don't like you, they might not ever tell you, and might not ever even let on. Most interactions there are delightful enounters, simply because New Zealanders so very much enjoy being pleasant. I loved that part of the experience. They're just nice.
And for now, that's all I have to say about that. Except that if you have a choice between flying United or flying Air New Zealand, choose Air New Zealand. Neither has much legroom in coach (and I'm talking NO ROOM for your knees), but the food and the service are nicer on ANZ.
Okay, that's really all that I have to say about that, for the moment. Thanks for asking, Fellowshipper.
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Tom Strange
you bring joy to all of our hearts sweetniKa... thanks for sharing... and after you've rested some more, please share more... I live vicariously through you! :)
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DontWorryBeHappy
i know i was'nt in the ninth, so forgive my barging in to your turf............but, lovely NIKA..........i loved your post here about your trip to new zealand!........thanks for sharing.........i have vivid images in my mind........and.......as the Strange One said.........i too hope you have some more to share with us!......i am also very interested in hearing a bit more of how MR. NIKA'S research is going........a truly exciting work he's involved in!.........thanks again for a really great post!........welcome home!......and............peace.
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Wow, thanks! I hadn't realized that there would be such an interest, and you all are really nice to ask. The research got to the point that they were able to submit a pretty hefty grant proposal, which was the goal; it's interesting to have two different primary investigators, in two different hemispheres. If it gets funded, things will start to move quickly. There are some interesting things that they'll be able to do in other areas that might not need as much funding, and will likely get done whether there's a lot of money for the research or not. Some things turn out to be simpler than first thought, and some things harder. Okay, that's nebulous, and I'm sorry, but it's unpublished results, so that's all I can say about it on the internet for now.
As far as the trip, perhaps the neatest thing was that there were seven of us in a van together for 21 days, and constantly in one another's company for 30 days, including myself, mr.niKa, our two children together, my 22-year-old stepson, and my in-laws. At the end of the month, after all that togetherness, we all still liked each other! We were physically tired, but emotionally, just didn't want our time together to end. I'm extremely fortunate to have such nice in-laws.
One thing that comes to mind at the moment about the trip was from the Maori presentation. We had to walk across part of a nature compound to approach their "encampment." I don't know what these folks do for their day jobs in Christchurch, but they obviously love their night gig. It was relatively early in the evening, and the air was a bit cooler, but the shadows weren't getting longer yet. The young Maori woman who was our tourguide said that a leader would be elected from our group, to represent all of us. "It's a man who has been on the water today," she said, scanning the crowd. A skinny white Rasta dude from the back, complete with colorful handloomed shirt, sheepishly raised his hand. (Punting is a popular activity in Christchurch; they're probably more British than the British.) So, he was our leader. As we walked up to the Maori encampment, there was only silence, and the sounds of the birds. Suddenly, loud shrieking, really fierce and frightening, erupted from behind us, and a warrior leapt out of the forest brandishing a (very large) spear and making a very scary face. The Maori are the ones who bug out their eyes and stick their tongues out so far that they'd put Gene Simmons to shame. Back in the day when big sailing ships used to come into some of the bays in New Zealand, there were several instances when groups of Maori performed the Haka (war dance) with the scary faces and the "come and get a piece of me if you dare, pale wimps" attitude, and those ships turned right back around and went elsewhere. Did I mention that they were cannibals? Anyway, the guy with the spear walked up and down our group, doing scary face, and shaking the spear at us (trying not to shake it too hard at the kids, because some of them were getting scared). Then, a really big Maori guy was given instructions by his chief, and he came and did a very macho, threatening sign language thing to our white Rastadude leader. The big Maori then dropped a small branch of greenery and stepped back to see what Rastadude would do. Rasta was ready, because we'd all listened to the lecture beforehand, so he picked up the greenery. That was the signal for peaceful intent, and we were declared guests for dinner, rather than the main course for dinner. They led us into their enclosure, after explaining what everything there was for, and then they put on a music show with a sing-a-long. They were transformed into smiling, gracious hosts. It was a very interesting cultural experience. I have now sung the Hokie Pokie in Maori. They closed the show with the Haka, and it was very loud, from the gut, and real. They take this stuff seriously. One thing that I remember about them was that there was a young man in the show who looked completely white. Dark eyes and hair, but white. I realized that he must be at least part Maori, or he couldn't be in the show, and wondered what it must mean to him to participate in this kind of cultural exchange of ideas. Then, I noticed his feet. (They all went barefoot.) His feet were precisely the same as the chief's. Exactly. This kid must have been the chief's grandson, or other relative. It suddenly became very important to me that this young man was singing and doing the Haka alongside this old man. And the man who was the chief did not seem like any kind of an actor to me. He had a bearing, and a jade sign of rank, and some of the most beautiful British-educated English I have ever heard. I think that he was really a high-ranking Maori.
New Zealand has two official languages: English and Maori. It's completely different from the situation in America, where we displaced the native population. The NZ constitution is written in both languages. All of the Maori chiefs had to sign the constitution, back in the day, before it could be ratified. There's a basic sense of respect for their culture that is not present toward native Americans among most popular American culture.
Later, we had dinner in the restaurant at the nature preserve, and the waitress came and asked whether the children would like to feed the deer. Right outside the plate glass windows where we were sitting, pygmy deer were waiting for what is obviously their normal feeding time. Every child in the restaurant was given a pail of deer feed, and welcomed outside to stand at the low fence and feed the deer by hand, while we enjoyed our wine and watched them through the window. (Okay, after we went outside and took about a hundred pictures of them!) There just aren't any adequate words to convey how delighted the kids were, or how special it felt to be able to watch the wonder in their faces.
Well, that's all for the moment. There really were a lot of cool things to see and do there, but the most impressive, by far, was the people. They are the greatest natural resource of New Zealand.
love, niKa
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tonto
DWBH, I wasn't 9thC either but this has always been my favorite thread.
Thanks, Nika, for sharing your travels with the cafe. NZ has been on my interest list for years and we hope to go there someday...until then, I'm loving your stories.
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DontWorryBeHappy
hi tonto!........great seein' ya here!..........so.......this is your favorite thread?............gawd!!!.............i can't bear the thought of reading 333 pages of posts to see why!!!!...........LOL!..............however, knowing you, i just may have to start reading!..........but, for now, i'll stick with enjoying NIKA's vivid reports on what sounds like a truly unforgettable family vacation!
NIKA...........thanks again for these posts!.......i totally understand you're not being able to share more about your hubby's work.........but, i remain excited about what he is accomplishing, and i'm looking forward to the time when you'll be able to share more about it...........thanks again!....................peace.
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notinKansasanymore
Hi, Tonto! Great to see you here!
And DWBH, just think of it as the Way Corps Version of War and Peace. If Spiderman was the main character, because he's the "imperfect" superhero. This thread is about five and a half years old now - it's kind of a cross between a diary, a biography, a high school reunion, and two men who walked into a bar. One had a parrot on his shoulder, and the parrot says . . . oh, wait, that was a derail. You know, that happens a lot on this thread. There are joys and heartbreaks and everything in between, told between people who had incredible experiences with one another, a lifetime ago. You certainly shouldn't try to read it all in one day, or even in one week. The continuity of the thing is just "love." Makes it right up your alley, my blessed brother.
I shall now go and dance in the kitchen in both your honors.
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