If you can delve below some of the major headline-grabbing stories lately, underneath the coverage of Hurricane Sandy (I’m not sure I agree with personifying storms, especially as I now think of Sandi Toksvig unleashing her fury on North America), or the Syrian civil war, or the Leeds United fan assaulting a goalkeeper, there is another piece of breaking news: that Emma and I are returning to the UK this December, aiming to be returning to work in the beautiful West Midlands by early January. To give a few specifics, we fly to Vanuatu (near Fiji) on 17th December, spend 5 days there working on my full body burn, so that we can arrive back in the UK on Christmas Evening, me looking the perfect seasonal lobster dish. No doubt I’ll try to get out to the pubs in Headingley on the 24th by about 8pm, fall asleep in a corner, and maybe even return home for 8:20pm and a repeat episode of the Vicar of Dibley.
Having an end date to our 18 month holiday has meant that a ‘bucket list’ has been written so that in these last few weeks we can do as much as we can whilst out here and hopefully then we won’t have that “we never did pop in and have tea with Sonny Bill Williams like we promised” feeling that you get after leaving somewhere (Em watch the youtube clip of SBW’s rugby jersey getting torn in last year’s RWC a fair few times – probably why that example jumped to mine). I say “was written” like it was inscribed by Moses on large stone slabs; I wrote down a handful of things I wanted to do before we left and then this piece of paper got stuck on the wall, to be forever enshrined in law. But now the challenge: how many can be crossed off before we leave?
So, the list stands at present:
1 – Do a PADI Scuba Diving course
2 – Go sand-boading on 90 Mile Beach
3 – Visit Tane Mahuta (the largest Kauri tree in the world)
4 – Climb Mount Ngauruhoe (or its Mordor name ‘Mount Doom’) and deposit the ring into its flames
5 – Go on a fishing charter and catch multiple big fish
6 – Visit the South Island again
7 – Do a Vineyard Crawl, possibly on bikes, around Waiheke Island (on the Pacific side of Auckland)
8 – Have a go on the Zorb at Rotorua
9 – Do a skydive
10 – Go back to the Coromandel and visit Hot Water Beach where you can dig yourself a jacuzzi in the naturally geothermally-heated sand
11 – See kiwis in the wild
12 – Run up at least 10 volcanoes (Auckland is built on something like 52 dormant volcanoes)
13 – Run a half marathon
14 – Go to Puzzleworld in Wanaka. This was Emma’s only contribution and it was added to the list without proper consultation.
At present, crossed off the list fully are: 2, 3, 10, 12 and 13. Sand-boarding and the kauri forests I’ve written about and posted photos of I’m sure. We went to Hot Water Beach last weekend, timed it with the tide and dug relentless to create a pit that filled with disappointingly cold water. However a friendly kiwi family had dug a hole that had water in it that was about 60 degrees (far too hot for me); but after they left I managed to filter their hot water down into our more tepid water making a gorgeous 30 degree spa pool. Em just sat in the hot water calling me a “poof-ponse”.
As for running, I’ve run up 10 volcanoes although I’ve still got the big one to go which is Rangitoto, an island just off the Auckland coast, which you have to get a ferry to. As insane/pointless as that challenge sounds, there is some logic; we’d walked up a few before and you get the most amazing views of the city and surroundings, and reward is amplified by the fact that you’re exhausted having run up a massive hill. And these runs helped me complete number 13, a mountain half marathon (actually 19.5 kms not 21). This run was in a beautiful gorge and through old gold mining tunnels, and then up a mountain to then slide down the mud slopes on my arse during a 2.5 hour deluge that was as close to a monsoon as you get out here. Still, the entry fee included a beer and a burger afterwards, albeit at 11:30am, which helped restore my body a bit closer to normality.
The partially crossed ones off are: 1, 5, 11. For the diving course, I’ve enrolled and am a diving student, attending evening classes for 3 weeks before we go diving in the sea in later in November. I won’t go on about this one as I’m hoping I’ll have loads of exciting things to describe soon; so far I’ve only got that in the theory sessions I resort to being a naughty school kid by rushing my homework (if complete at all), chewing gum during the lesson, daydreaming and not paying attention, swinging on my chair, and talking whilst the instructor is talking. So clearly whilst I try impose positive standards of behaviour onto my students, this appears to be a two way process. I’ll let you know if I get a compass out and engrave “Holt was ‘ere” on a table in the classroom.
Yesterday I went on a fishing trip which, to be brutally honest, was a bit of a dour experience. Firstly, it was booked for about 3 weeks ago but it was lamely cancelled due to apparently “strong winds”; this meant that me and my 2 mates I’d booked with had to reschedule and we couldn’t all go on the same day. So I was on my tod for 8 hours on a boat, during which I caught 1 snapper which was under the legal limit to take home so I had to put it back, meaning that I didn’t manage to fulfill the task of bringing home a huge catch to then cook on a bbq. In fairness, other people faired even worse than me so it wasn’t a great day for fishing, but it does make me feel that I have unfinished business with the fish of the Hauraki Gulf. If I catch a few decent sized ones from the shore before I go, I think I’ll have established some closure on the whole debacle.
As for no. 11, I think I wrote about this previously, going out into the middle of a forest at night time and seeing some cool nocturnal wildlife but we could only hear kiwis, therefore this stands as attempted but not complete. As they only live in the wild in certain pest-free and well protected areas, it’s becoming a little tricky to cross this one off; however there is a place down in Rotorua which we’re going to in a few weeks, that has night-time viewing of kiwis in close to their natural environment, which could count.
That leaves still a few to go and I’ll update the blog with our progress. As for the “emergency helipad”, this comes back to our trip to the Coromandel last weekend. By the camp site we stayed at (fear not, Emma did not stay in a tent; we hired a cabin for the night) there was a seemingly neglected field with the following sign next to it. To clarify, all the basic features of a helipad (namely a large, flat space with markings on it) were all absent. But you can just imagine the conversation:
Kiwi Bloke A: Hey bro, what’re you doing?
Kiwi Bloke B: Hey Bro, just putting up a sign. It’s for an emergency helipad, aye. I’m stoked about it.
KBA: Sweet as bro. Why are you doing that?
KBB: I don’t know bro. I just thought it would be pretty sweet to have a place that a helicopter could land, aye.
KBA: Good work bro. Is it likely a helicopter would come to this field in the Coromandel?
KBB: Yeah, no, I dunno bro. Maybe, I just though it’d look pretty sweet, like America or something.
KBA: Yeah no, bro. It’s sweet as.
So through ‘bucket list’, I learnt how to appreciate the better things in life like an emergency helipad in the most random of places.