19 April 2009

Sikkim Himalaya

April 2009

I travelled with Exodus on their Darjeeling , Sikkim & Kanchenchunga trip (rated ‘C’ – Challenging).

Recommended map: Sikkim Himalaya 1:150,000 Schweiz. Stiftung Fűr Alpine Forschungen.
Guide Book: Lonely Planet – Northeast India

Day 1

A good flight to Delhi on BA (having really enjoyed their South Lounge at T5: good service and some great wines), touching down at 0620 and safely ensconced in our hotel, the Parkland, by 0800.
It was only last August that I had passed through Delhi, that time en route to Ladakh, and the inevitable city tour took in some of the sights I saw last time, but fortunately, all seen from a new angle or in more depth. Moreover, there has been a sea change in the air quality in Delhi in the recent past, with the relocation of industry away from the centre of this vast conurbation, and, more importantly, the imposition of more environmentally friendly fuels for lorries and taxis.
We climbed the minaret of the Jama Masjid, the largest mosque in India completed by the Shah Jahan in 1658, giving great views over the whole of Delhi in surprisingly clear weather. A quick bicycle rickshaw ride took us, somewhat dangerously, to the gates of the bustling Red Fort where we battled our way through the locals to walk the extensive grounds within the red sandstone walls. Fortunately, a cooling wind kept the dry heat down to upper 20s throughout the day.
Lunch followed, at an excellent tourist restaurant called Pindi, and mid afternoon we had a chance to walk around India Gate and the north and south Secretariat Buildings adjacent to the Rashtrapati Bhuvan, the President’s House.
A short rest before an early dinner at a very good restaurant, the Kwality (sic) Restaurant in Connaught Place, the geographic heart of New Delhi.

Day 2

An early start for our flight from Delhi airport’s domestic terminal to Bagdogra, but first with a stop in Guwahati, the capital of Assam on the Brahmaputra River a little north of Bangladesh. We flew with Jet Airways, who, once again, provided an on time schedule, great food (veggie curry) and good service on board. Our flight east took two hours, with distant views to the Himalaya range to the north, and a quick turnround at Guwahati had us flying north-westwards back to Bagdogra and landing at this military airport at around 1400.
The temperature here felt a little higher than Delhi, probably due to higher humidity, and we were pleased to be on our way in two Tata Sumo jeeps, passing low tea bushes and rice paddies, before entering the cooler teak forests north of Siliguri, a bustling town and gateway to the hills of West Bengal and the famous town of Darjeeling.



Within a hour or two, we started a steady climb up the Teesta River gorge, a busy road with a few hair-raising overtaking moves by everybody as they attempted to make progress, albeit with much honking of horns but no hassle, up this winding spectacular road. Passing groups of nonchalant monkeys, surveying us quizzically as the human race frenetically passed them by, the views became increasingly spectacular, with views down to the glacial river flows far below, a number of hydro-electric developments and industrious little hill villages, with many of the properties perched precariously on stilted foundations on the steep valley sides.

Just before dark, the first signs of a more devout local Buddhist culture started to appear with prayer flags appearing before we crossed the bridge at the border of West Bengal and Sikkim. We stopped here, in the town of Rangpo, for a short break and enjoyed one of the local brews, Dansberg Lager, the creation of a local Bollywood star and entrepreneur.


Gangtok
Another couple of hours, driving in the dark on increasingly steep roads, brought us to our destination, the town of Gangtok, and our hotel Netuk House, a charming family run hotel situated high above the town. The sky had become increasingly ominous during the afternoon, and, almost to trumpet our arrival, the heavens opened as we enjoyed our welcome nip of cherry brandy and very pleasant evening meal shortly after.
Turning in for the night, distant thunder and rain hammering on the metal roof of my room didn’t quite serenade me to sleep, but, hey, I’m in the mountains again, so what should I expect?!
Footnote: we were to learn later in the trip that two hours after our landing in Guwahati, a bomb had exploded in the nearby city centre, killing eight and injuring 150 people, an attack by Assam separatists a day ahead of the planned visit of the Indian Prime Minister. Our guide was quite open…’Assam is not a safe place’.

Day 3

A little on Sikkim before I describe the day’s explorations from Gangtok. Originally populated with the peoples of Assam, Burma, and Tibetans fleeing religious strife, the kingdom of Sikkim came into being when three refugee lamas from Tibet crowned Phuntsog Namgyal as the first chogyal (king) in 1641. Gangtok eventually became the capital, and the kingdom came to embrace eastern Nepal, upper Bengal and Darjeeling. The population swelled with large numbers of Hindu Nepalis in the 19th century, and eventually the British managed to cede Darjeeling to the East India Company, causing ongoing problems with Tibet.
Finally, in 1975, Sikkim lost its independence and became part of India, but China has only recently recognised India’s claim, and Delhi has kept inward investment into the state high in order to bolster sentiments towards Indian rule. India still retains a strong military presence in the area, and you require a special permit to travel in Sikkim, with additional special permits to undertake high altitude treks like the one we are about to embark on…more stamps for an already busy passport!



The ecology around Gangtok (our hotel being at 1780m) is essentially sub-tropical, with banana trees, palms, terraced rice fields, orchids and a panoply of ferns and brightly coloured butterflies. So, on to the day. An early breakfast, and a visit to the nearby Enchey Gompa for our first taste of Tibetan Buddhism. Dating from 1909, it is a small monastery, and the main hall was being restored during our visit. Set in attractive gardens amidst conifers, it did produce the usual sense of calm that is so common when you visit these revered places. Then a quick visit to an orchid show. That lasted ten minutes.


Rumtek Monastery
Our next port of call was the more significant Rumtek monastery, just 26km away but involving an ascent and descent on to a neighbouring ridge of some 650m and, on the way there, a journey time of one hour 40 minutes due to urgent road repairs being affected just short of Rumtek. This is the most important monastery in Sikkim, the home of the Kagyu (Black Hat) Buddhist sect, and was mercifully free of visitors on our arrival. The main hall was truly impressive, with a giant throne within which awaits the inauguration of the sect’s spiritual leader, the 17th Karmapa, a young man who fled Tibet in 2000 but is currently confined to Dharamsala by the Indian government so as not to cause affront to their Chinese neighbours. I won’t say on this page what I think about that.
The gompa is part of a big teaching complex and above the main hall there is an attractive Golden Stupa which holds the ashes of the 16th Karmapa. A well maintained gompa, well worth the visit. Go early!



A quick cup of chai and some vegetable momos and then one hour back to Gangtok to visit the equally impressive Namgyal Institute of Tibetology, with some awesome Buddhist relics, thangkas, ancient books and manuscripts. On the top floor was an interesting photographic display chronicling the parallel dynasties in Sikkim and nearby Bhutan.
A good lunch and then back to the hotel in torrential rain for tea. Some of the group then set off to do some shopping in the local markets – not yours truly – but not before being treated to a glimpse of the snow capped Kanchenchunga range, emerging temptingly from behind banks of storm clouds. Praying for clear weather in the days ahead!
A stunning sunset closed off the day nicely.

Day 4

Up early and awarded with a distant view of our objective, the Kanchenchunga range. Although a long way off the fine pyramidal peak of Koktang, and adjoining Ratong and Kabru were clearly visible, and to the right could be seen the lofty mass of Kanchenchunga itself, the jet stream at the summit creating a trail of cloud in its wake.




We had a long day in the jeeps to reach Yoksum, a village at about 1780m and the start point of our trek.
Dropping down from Gangtok, we turned westwards in Singtan, before slowly working our way around the many valleys leading us to a lunch spot in Rabang at about 2200m, with other stops at a suspension bridge and a fine waterfall. The roads were challenging for our drivers, with numerous rough patches and the occasional diversion due to landslides (and a large snake crossing the road ahead of us), a common feature of life in this part of the world. Needless to say, the views all day were superb, with terraced slopes, huge stands of bamboo and other sub tropical vegetation, although after six to seven hours of driving we were all desperate for some exercise at the end of our journey.
Yoksum is a very small settlement, festooned in Buddhist prayer flags at an altitude of 1780m and we quickly got ourselves settled in the tents before an hour’s walk to the Dupdi Monastery, the oldest in Sikkim. As we reached the monastery, about 300m above the village, the clouds darkened considerably and a thunderstorm started in earnest, drenching us on our slippery return. Our descent was enlivened by a group of very cheery monks singing themselves all the way to the top.
A rest, dinner and early to bed. The trek routine starts here!

Day 5

Not a bad night’s sleep although the expected barking dogs disturbed it somewhat. Reaching for a stuff sac first thing I happened upon a leech…horrible things…a feature of wet weather conditions at this altitude. Yuk.
Breakfast and off by 0745 for an easy walk out of the village before gently ascending into the forest, trees festooned with moss and creepers, with unusual birdsong to accompany us on our way. It was a well maintained path, and relatively busy with trekkers and one large Indian school group, but there were many moments of splendid isolation. The path contoured a series of heavily wooded interlocking spurs, with views to the cascades of a glacial river far below us.
Crossing a number of suspension bridges and staying well ahead of our cook crew, we had a tea stop in the tiny hamlet of Bakkhim, before the final pull up to Dsoka (Tshoka), a village mainly inhabited by Tibetans who spend the warmer months here.




There is a fine little monastery just above the village and some breathtaking views back down into the valley. We are now at an altitude of 3050m, so we’ve worked hard today! At this level we saw more bird life, some long tailed magpies and a bright blue sparrow, who flit among the red rhododendron trees and stands of white magnolia. Dsoka is a very atmospheric spot, made more so by giant cumulonimbus building to herald another thunderstorm ahead.
Our night was to be spent in a simple lodge, four of us men in a single storey bunk room. A good dinner, then early to bed. Surprisingly, it was a to be a fitful night but the rain had stopped by 1000 and a pee visit was rewarded by the sight of the high mountains around us lit by a full moon.

Day 6

As I write this diary today, I’m sitting in a tent, in a five season sleeping bag at just under 4000m. It’s mid afternoon, and it’s been a big day of ascent, starting at 3050m and finishing at 3950m above the camp and huts at Dzongri. The route started in Dsoka, where a bright blue sky greeted us and we had our first real view of the higher mountains, freshly festooned with new snow from last night’s storm.
There is a small monastery at Dsoka, in the most idyllic of locations, and was particularly photogenic in the early morning light. The path climbed very steeply out of the village and was made easier by the sterling work of the Sikkim people who have laid literally thousands of logs to enable trekking parties to avoid the glutinous mud on the path.

Monastery at Dsoka
Up and up, then a plateau vegetated by high rhododendron trees, then a further climb up a similarly steep and increasingly snow covered path, eventually topping out at about 4000m and great views to the high mountains all around us, with deep valleys acting like cauldrons for huge banks of cloud.
We are now at the tree line and the vegetation is now mainly lower rhododendron bushes and boggier ground generally.




Our campsite is a grassy plateau, exposed to the elements, and the snow started to fall in earnest as the crew pitched camp. Into warmer clothing, then into the tea tent to enjoy refreshments and freshly cooked pokhoras…delicious!


It’s cold and windy here, probably an indicator of what to expect over the next five days, but that’s the sacrifice you have to make to see such remote and majestic mountains at close quarters.
As the afternoon wore on, the clouds cleared, and a short walk to a nearby chorten afforded great 360 degree views, east to Pandim 6691m and Jopuno 5936m, and west to Panding 5172m. Immediately to our north was 4810m Kabur, a small peak of the same height as Mont Blanc and within touching distance of our camp site.




Dinner, early to bed…a 0400 start beckons tomorrow.

Day 7

A cold night and broken sleep throughout with the expectation of an early wake up call. Woken at 0400 and on the hill for 0430, our objective a small top, christened somewhat ambitiously as Dzongri Peak, from which we would get our first proper view of Kanchenchunga. With a waning moon to help us see the way up, we were on the top just after 0500, and in a clear dawn, experienced the stunning vista of the Singalila Range to our north, the most pronounced peak being Kabru, standing at over 7300m, with Kanchenchunga appearing lower due to the fact that it was further away. Magnificent.



To our right stood Pandim, and a ridge running south with numerous 5000m+ tops, one recently renamed after Tenzing Norgay, Sir Edmund Hillary’s partner on the first ascent of Everest. Superb mountains with ice flutings and hanging glaciers, albeit much shrunken from past levels due to climate change.
A quick descent and back in the camp for 0600 and the usual pack/breakfast routine. It is to be a short day today, with only four hours walking, with an easy start westwards to a saddle which gave clearer views on Kanchenchunga and Pandim, before a steep descent to the valley of the Prek Chu.




With some snow underfoot, some sections were a little tricky, but the steep final section of some 200m brought us swiftly to an attractive river valley, carving its way through masses of rhododendron trees, unfortunately yet to flower.


Turning north, we followed the river upstream, crossing numerous small bridges, before a final pull up through the forest to the large camp site at Tangshing, altitude around 3875m.



This turned out to be a populous site, with a few groups of trekkers converging to attempt the Goecha La, our trip objective in a few days time after some more acclimatisation. Ponies, dzo (a mountain pack animal, similar to the yak, but with shorter hair), the occasional wild yak (firmly repelled by the dzo boys) and myriad nationalities of trekker. We’re now virtually under Pandim, with its impressive summit ice cornices.
Slightly warmer than the previous night, the afternoon turned increasingly cloudy and it was difficult to resist a much needed afternoon nap. Thereafter, the usual afternoon tea/dinner/early night routine.

Day 8

Before I cover today’s adventures, having spent nine hours in a tent, situated in a broad river valley at about 3900m, I thought I would spend a few moments explaining what trekking really means. Quite simply, you walk for hours, enjoy fine views and company, then spend the rest of the day fantasising about all the food treats and favourite beers you’d kill for, trying to get clean, forcing down food you don’t really want because of the effect of altitude, then trying to sleep with pony men playing cards late into the evening, ponies and dzo wandering outside trying to eat your tent (OK, that bit’s an exaggeration). Oh, and then there’s the sleeping bit…freezing cold damp air in the tent so you bury your head into your down bag, overheat, get your head out to cool down, then decide you need a pee, which then involves getting out of your sleeping bag, then going through the whole cycle again…all night. I really love trekking.
So, what did we get up to today? It was a beautifully clear start to the day, with frost on the ground and magnificent views of Pandim, with its ice-encrusted summit, towering above us.



Pandim 6691m
Today, Easter Sunday, is carded for an acclimatisation walk. A ‘short walk’ is how our guide Dillip explained it. We set off in fine hot weather and ascended a spur overlooking the camp site before encountering the first of several icy sections which made for very tricky walking.
But we soon got past these and joined a fine contouring path, which stretched for about 7km to a corrie lake known as Lam Pokri.
We had great close up views of Pandim, Jopuno (newly renamed Tenzing Kang) and Narsing rising high above our path, with their forbidding ice walls and rock buttresses. And, splendid views north to Ratong, the mighty Kabru (a fine looking peak) and Kanchenchunga in the middle distance. The final 200m up to the lake was a struggle for most of us in the group, the altitude still taking its toll, but it was worth the effort with fine views down to the lake and far beyond. On this section we disturbed a few pheasant, who obviously nest in the myriad low rhododendron bushes. We reached an altitude of about 4200m.

Lam Pokri
Returning the same way, with clouds billowing up below us, we continued to enjoy fine weather and, thankfully, the daytime temperatures had melted the ice on the lower rocky sections. Relief!
Back in camp 7 hours after we set off, the walk will not have set any records, but will have done a lot of good in preparing us for the rigours of the trek ahead.
The afternoon continued clearer than previous afternoons with high clouds on Pandim creating a ghostly spectacle.



Camp under Pandim
Day 9

The day dawned with some more cloud than previous mornings and we were soon on our way for a short day walk to our next camp (the ‘base camp’ for our high point the following day). Walking up the broad upper section of the Prek Chu valley, we gained height easily, and went on past our camp site for the night to climb up to Lake Samiti (Sungmoteng on the Swiss map of the area, after the Tibetan version) at 4200m. The view from this lonely lake, set amongst the moraines bounding the Onlaktang Glacier, was obscured by building clouds, although we were entertained by a couple of wild yaks grazing the lake shore. We were able to see our route for the next day, which would be done in the dark in our attempt to reach the Goecha La for its famous views of the impenetrable S.E. Face of Kanchenchunga.
We returned the same way, in increasing winds, to the camp site at Lambi (Onlaktang on the map), a windy spot at the head of the valley.
The weather then deteriorated, with frozen rain, snow, rain and increasing wind strength into the afternoon. Oh well, we’re in the mountains…what else should we expect?
Very early to bed tonight, ready for an 0215 wake up call to get us on the hill in time for sunrise on the big wall of high mountains now only a few km away from us now.


Day 10
The night did not bode well for our attempt on the Goecha La, with a strengthening wind during the night and some snowfall. Dillip abandoned our very early start but made a call that the weather would improve and had us up at 0315. Time for a quick breakfast and we were all off on the trail by 0410, with head-torches helping us carefully pick our way up into the moraine of the nearby Onloktang Glacier. Fairly easy going, and we passed around the lake visited the previous day, before picking our way up a steepening valley towards our objective. Here the rocks became increasingly icy so care was required, but after 30-40 minutes of this we were rewarded with the intense light of the early morning sun breaking on the wall of brilliant white mountains towering above us.




Encouraged by this sight we moved quickly up some deeper snow slopes, took a batch of pictures before traversing a tricky little snow covered path which led us to a fine viewpoint, festooned with prayer flags, and views to the mighty Kanchenchunga, the world’s third highest mountain at 8585m directly ahead.

Kanchenchunga
Below us to our left were two large glaciers, flanked across the whole skyline by the fabulous peaks of Kangla Kang, Koktang 6147m, Ratong 6679m, Kabru South and North Peak (7317 and 7388m respectively), Talung 7349m and Kanchenchunga itself. Immediately behind us towered the North West Face of Pandim. A great spot, and probably one of the best mountain vistas in the world.




Viewpoint below the Goecha La
Goecha La, a high pass at 4900m, and a closer viewpoint for the massive South East Face of Kanchenchunga, looked tantalisingly close but was actually at least 2.5 hours away, across boulder fields, now covered in fresh snow and ice.
Accordingly, the group took the (very sensible) decision to savour this view then reverse back to camp. It would have been arduous and risky walking, with the probability that the clouds would have built up during the walk and subsequently obscuring the very view you had worked for.
Our decision was vindicated when the clouds started to build up during our descent and ultimately obliterated the high mountains completely (meeting another group on the trail the following day, two of their number had attempted to get to the pass but had retreated after reaching thigh deep snow with no visibility).
Returning to camp, taking care on the icy track, we reached the Lake Samiti once again, perfectly still and with great reflections of the surrounding slopes. We also had a chance sighting of the elusive blue sheep, similar to those seen in Ladakh last year.

Lake Samiti

A stop for a rest and second breakfast of the day, and we were on our way again back down to Tangshing for another night’s camping before the long descent back to Dsoka, where tomorrow we hope to rest again at it’s simple lodge.
Tangshing turned out to be a cold and windy stop, with rain confining us to our tents for most of the afternoon, but giving us good time to catch some much needed sleep. Just before dark we did, however, find some amusement with a crude game of skittles on the camp field…simple pleasures! A foggy, cold night.

Day 11

The day dawned bright with fine views back up the valley to Kanchenchunga and Pandim to our right. We set of back down the Prek Chu valley, and then continued along a contouring path that wended its way through the forested slopes of the many interlocking spurs.


Rhododendron trees and sweet smelling pine trees dominated the slopes although late snows this year had killed many buds so flowers were few and far between.


The path was narrow in places, with some steep drops and some slippery patches due to either ice or mud, but it somehow maintained an average height of 3600m for about 3.5 hours. We eventually reached the high meadow at Phedang for a quick lunch.
Descent then started in earnest with over 500m lost as we repeated the first part of our climb on Day 5, initially steep and rocky then reaching the wooden logs which the local people have laid across the path to prevent erosion. A few more flowers seen at this level, but they’ll probably flower in earnest when we leave the area! The quality of paths in this region are worthy of mention. Twice a year, local people are funded by the Sikkim Tourist organisation to maintain the paths. Many are destroyed by landslides during the monsoon, trees collapse over the path and other sections turn into quagmires. The work they do is impressive and makes trekking much more palatable than it would be otherwise.
We reached Dsoka mid afternoon and enjoyed some refreshments in the little Tibetan store above our lodge for the night. Fine weather all day! A mixed night as I was sleeping on the floor of the lodge, but as there was heavy rain in the middle of the night, I’m not going to complain too much!

Day 12

Our final day on trek and it dawned with relatively clear skies. It’s amazing how much height we’d climbed on our first day and you only really get to see the shear amount of work you’d done when you have to reverse it! Today’s descent was almost 1200m, so sore knees were the order of the day. The first section was a pleasant series of zigzags in cool sunny weather, taking us down to the smallholdings of Bakkhim through forest with red and purple rhododendron and white magnolia in greater quantities we had seen at higher elevations.


The path progressively steepened, and the air became much more humid as we reached the first major suspension bridge at about 2250m. Anybody nipping into the bushes for a quick natural break ran the gauntlet of leeches at this elevation, as one of our number reappeared with six of the little blighters attached to his boots.




Ghastly creatures… and we were to see many more attached to small plants adjacent to our pathway as we descended further.
The forest eventually becomes semi-tropical around the 2000m level, with jungle-like creepers, moss covered trees and more vocal birdsong and cicadas to accompany you downwards.
It was a busy day on the trail, with frequent stops as groups of dzo or ponies attempted to get past each other on an increasingly rocky trail. One of the issues in Sikkim is alcoholism and we were unfortunate enough to see one porter, completely incapacitated on the local hooch, rakshi, fall off the trail and narrowly avoid plummeting to his death hundreds of metres in the precipitous forests below the trail. He was carrying the ‘kitchen’ for a group ascending the trail, so I don’t expect that group to have dined well that night!
As we descended further, much of which was on an undulating and increasingly slippery path, the humidity increased, although we were rewarded with the sound of our first cuckoo of the season.






A long descent, with lots of ups and downs, so we were all relieved to finally reach Yoksum once again. We checked into the Hotel Pemathang and were soon ensconced in a local café cum bar for an extended sampling session of two locally brewed beers, the inoffensive Dansberg and the more potent ‘Hit’ (the label says that the strength is ‘not less than 8%’!), so the beer drinkers quickly lapsed into talking gibberish! Two of us were even sufficiently fortified to brave a local barber shop for a hair and beard trim (yes, by now, I was sporting 12 days growth!), with a rather scruffy barber with cut throat razor who also did a little chiropractice at the end of the session. The alcohol helped! Whilst we sat under an awning outside the café we were to witness an almost monsoon like downpour… the locals have much to endure here.
Back to the hotel to bid farewell to our pony men, mountain guide Pamtuk, and the cook team, who, incidentally, prepared their final meal for us in the hotel kitchens (still cooking on the floor as they did throughout the trek). Tips were presented and national songs exchanged. A fun evening, although as usual the local dogs did their best to disrupt our night’s sleep.

Day 13

The day dawned relatively bright, and there were views back to the snow capped peaks from the bedroom window. It was a relatively comfortable night, although one couple had been disturbed by a large cockroach in the night.
An early start for a long drive south to Darjeeling, the famous hill town in W Bengal. Travelling by jeep again, we were reminded of just how high the start of our trek at Yoksum was, as we spent hours descending on very windy and often rough roads through magnificent scenery…deep valleys, terraced slopes, stands of bamboo, cardamom bushes and all manner of village life. This is great country, with fascinating villages perched atop narrow ridges.
We eventually reached the Rangit river valley beyond Lepship and had a tea stop in the town of Naya Bazar, just before crossing the border into West Bengal, this necessitating another passport stamp. At this point we had descended over 1200m from Yoksum, but over the next two hours we were to regain this, and more, to reach our destination of Darjeeling at over 2100m. Crossing the border into West Bengal (or Gorkhaland as many prefer to call it due to the majority of the people here being Gurkha settlers from Nepal), the scenery changes almost immediately. Rising steeply on narrow roads with many hairpin bends and precipitous drops in all directions, you quickly reach the famous tea plantations of the Darjeeling area, with brightly clothed women plucking tea leaves amongst swathes of tea bushes reaching as far as the eye can see.





We enjoyed spectacular scenery throughout this journey and stopped for a quick lunch in a tea plantation to savour the views at leisure. Then on into Darjeeling itself. The town’s image is one of a British colonial hill station where people escaped the heat of the Indian plains in the summer, yet the reality is that this is very much another Indian town, crammed with too many people and with streets jammed with traffic, mainly jeeps given the dramatic terrain surrounding the town. It is situated high on a ridge and impressively set on a western elevation with great views north to the Himalaya, where many of the Nepalese and Sikkim peaks can be spied on a clear morning.


Darjeeling
Our first port of call in Darjeeling was the Himalayan Mountaineering Institute, where two exhibitions, one on the history of Indian mountaineering and the other on the history of attempts on Everest, provided an engaging hour or so. Tenzing Norgay, who climbed Everest with Edmund Hillary in 1953, is buried on this site.



Adjoining the HMI is Padmaja Naidu Himalayan Zoological Park, home to red pandas, snow leopards, Tibetan wolves, Siberian tigers and Himalayan Black Bears, to name but a few. I don’t really approve of keeping such fine animals in captivity, but the enclosures were spacious and the keepers have a good reputation for the care of their animals. More importantly, they have successfully bred many of these endangered animals in the zoo over the years.



Then through the congested streets and markets of the town for a quick visit to the railway station, the terminus for the famous ‘Toy Train’, a steam train which descends a few kilometres down to Ghum, and small diesels that travel to the lowlands of West Bengal (Siliguri). We then checked into the Himalayan Resort Hotel, pleasantly situated above the hustle and bustle of this frantic town. Great rooms and nice views.
The temperature of Darjeeling was pleasantly cool, but we were to experience yet another torrential downpour before the afternoon was out. Inevitably, we were drawn to the local tea specialists, and spent an interesting half hour or so in Nathmull’s Tea Rooms sampling a range of black, green and the expensive, delicate white tea from the surrounding plantations.
Dinner at the hotel was good, then early to bed.

Day 14
A comfortable night, only broken by the usual barking dogs and an imam’s early call to prayer somewhere in the town. At 0430 there was a lot of traffic noise, with the usual blaring of horns, as local tourists set off for the nearby Tiger Hill to observe the sunrise on the Himalaya to the north. From my hotel bedroom, I think they’ll be disappointed as a misty start impaired the view this morning.
Breakfast, then another early start to drive the 85km to Bagdogra airport for our return flight to Delhi. This proved to be a tortuous experience. Despite this being the main road into Darjeeling, it was potholed, hopelessly congested in the upper sections and it took 3.5 hours to cover the distance, helped by our driver’s constant hand on the horn and some spectacular overtaking manoeuvres. Every conceivable obstacle was experienced on the road: stray dogs, random cows, roosters and goats, auto rickshaws, bicycle rickshaws, large trees fallen over the road, whole sections of road which had collapsed down the hillside, and the inevitable traffic scrum in every small town and village we passed through.
The scenery was, again, breathtaking, but the constantly winding road made for an uncomfortable and tedious journey. Once we had arrived in Bagdogra, we had dropped from c. 3200m to 500m, and the temperature had risen to 29 degrees C. We made the Jet Airways flight to Delhi OK, but once again the routing was via Guwahati, so a four hour journey resulted. In Delhi we stayed at the same hotel as before.

Day 15

Return flight to London Heathrow.

Summary

Remote is the word that best typifies Sikkim. Remote from the world stage as an independent nation until 1975, remote in the sense that it is tucked away in the north east of India, nestling between Bhutan, Tibet and Nepal, and remote because it simply takes so long to get there.
An internal flight to an Indian airport you’ve never heard of, then two days in jeeps, one of which is spent on tortuous roads that sometimes disappear due to landslides, then a two day walk in through steep forest paths, with some 2000m of ascent before the massive white bulk of the Sikkim Himalaya finally reveal themselves.
It’s a beautiful area, unspoilt, and with relatively few other trekkers sharing the trails, but you need to be aware of the weather patterns in this part of the world. Early starts, determined walking to your next destination, and then anticipate rain, sleet, snow, cloud or fog anytime from 1400 onwards!
In my view, this trek is best suited to folk who have trekked in other parts of the Himalaya (or other high altitude regions of the world). I would not recommend it for first timers. There’s some big ascents and descents, some very cold, damp nights, and although the food throughout was excellent, you do need a predilection for Indian veggie food.
One for the connoisseur.

31 December 2008

Hong Kong and New Zealand

December 2008

An independent family trip, organised with the assistance of Austravel, Air New Zealand, and son Kevin.

Day 1

An 11 hour flight from Heathrow on Air New Zealand brought us to the splendid Chek Lap Kop airport, 15 miles west of Hong Kong city. Shunning the Rolls Royce service, at a mere HK$1080 for a one way journey, we took the Airport Express train, a quiet and fast service taking just 18 minutes to Kowloon.
Quickly installed in the famous Peninsula Hotel, in a room overlooking Hong Kong Island, we were able to relax for a while before heading out to see the ‘Symphony of Lights’, officially the largest permanent sound and light show on the planet. At 8 p.m. every day, 33 buildings around Victoria Harbour glow with a wide range of architectural lights, supplemented by lasers from the tallest of buildings.

'Symphony of Light' over Hong Kong Island, from Kowloon
It was entertaining, but hunger quickly got the better of us, and, on a colleague’s recommendation we headed for Aqua Tokyo, a stylish restaurant and cocktail bar on the 29th floor of One Peking Place, a few minutes from our hotel. We had a bit of luck and landed a great table overlooking Victoria Harbour and a good Japanese meal, requiring a small mortgage to pay for it, was consumed in earnest.

Day 2

An expensive buffet breakfast in the Peninsula (now I know how they pay for this grand building!) and then a short walk to the Star Ferry from Tsim Sha Tsui to Pier 7 just north of the Central district of Hong Kong Island. A short crossing, with haze affecting the views across Victoria Harbour.
A quick bus ride took us to the Peak Tram Terminus and we took this amazing tram up to Peak Tower, just short of Victoria Peak itself, for expansive views over central Hong Kong, Kowloon to the north, and towards the south coast of the island, near Aberdeen. The venue was busy, crammed as usual with opportunities to buy food or local tat. The haze diminished whilst we were up there, but with the sun came the humidity, especially noticeable when we took the steep descent in the tram back to the city.
We walked through the main business district, the dizzying towers of the HSBC Building and the Bank of China soaring above us, but interspersed with some fine old buildings like St. John’s Cathedral and the Legislative Council Building.

The Peninsula, Kowloon 
Hong Kong
Central Hong Kong

Back across the harbour on the ferry, then off to Sha Tin in the New Territories to visit the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, known locally as Man Fat Sze Temple. The East rail line was fast, efficient and inexpensive. Of course, things don’t always go to plan, and after climbing several hundred steps found myself, erroneously, in the Po Fook Ancestral Worship Halls…this turned out to be a temple complex, with dozens of shrines, each containing memorial plaques and the ashes of different families, all shrouded in clouds of incense. Interesting, but where were the Buddhas? Ah ha…spotted at a higher level on a different part of the hill!

Temple of Ten Thousand Buddhas, Sha Tin, Hong Kong New Territories
So, a steep descent down the steps followed by a repeat performance up the 431 steps to the temple complex. There are, apparently, 13,000 Buddhas here, and they line the steps in many different manifestations. Founded by Yuet Kai and created between 1949 and 1957, his embalmed, gilded remains are worshipped by local people in the main temple, one of five in the complex. Good views over the modern city of Sha Tin and frequent entertainment as families of macaque monkeys passed through the adjacent bamboo forest.
Dinner back at the Peninsula, another ruinously expensive meal…Hong Kong is certainly not cheap!

Days 3/4

A lazy day really, as the jet lag caught up with both of us. Popped out for breakfast and explored the shops around Nathan Road in Kowloon, but departed for the airport to get some dim sum there before our flight to Auckland.
Another long flight, just over 10 hours overnight, which arrived a little earlier than schedule despite some bumpy weather over Northern Australia which disturbed sleep somewhat. Not much to see as mostly in darkness all the way, with sunrise as we passed over the Norfolk Islands. Arrival in Auckland was uneventful, with a good layer of cloud creating an almost UK environment!
Our connection to Christchurch was OK, although the weather forecast, heavy rain and temperatures of 14 degrees was ominous. This proved to be somewhat pessimistic and we drove into this pleasant city in brightening skies and warm breeze.
Enjoyed a quick canter around the city centre after settling into our hotel, The George on Park Terrace, just to the west of the centre. The city is very compact, but beautifully kept and quite charming. Dinner at Dux de Lux, a brew pub and restaurant was enlightening: quite old fashioned in style (as were most of the customers), but decent value food, either fish or vegetarian. The beers, Hereford Ale and the standard lager, were typical micro brewery product, competent but with the lack of finesse in the malt/hop balance that you find in more mainstream brews.

Day 5

Suitably fortified by a good breakfast at The George, we headed south of the city for Mt. Cavendish, a local viewpoint at about 500m, and enjoyed a very pleasant drive along the Summit Road, with extensive views north over Christchurch and the hills beyond. To the south there were great vistas to Lyttelton Harbour in bright but breezy weather.
Venturing further south, we enjoyed empty roads that took us ‘up hill and down dale’ into the Banks Peninsula, an area created by volcanic activity and quite like the English Lake District in places, albeit with more volcanic features (volcanic plugs and slopes of loess deposited from the Canterbury Plains) and superb lake and sea views. We took lunch overlooking Akaroa Harbour, and then enjoyed a short walk in Akaroa itself, a small town of colourful clapperboard houses and street names in French, reflecting the fact that the town was originally established by French colonists in 1838. About 200 kms travelled today.

Banks Peninsular, the south towards Lyttelton

Today, we had experienced our first real taste of New Zealand: deserted roads, fabulous scenery in all directions, with the distinctive bird song, which is so obviously Antipodean, breaking the profound silence of this wonderful island. Sorry, got a bit poetic there, but the first day really produced a great sense of anticipation for what the rest of our journey will bring.
Dinner at The George was another experience. Although one cannot fault the quality, this was one of the most pretentious restaurants we have ever eaten in. From the foam that was presented on arrival in the futuristic entrance foyer to their Pescatore Restaurant, to the minimalist interior with no place settings on the white tables, to the over-the-top presentation of tiny morsels of food, including the delivery of the bread in a branded brown paper bag…it goes on…But, the food was enjoyable, albeit somewhat out of place in this most traditional of cities.

Day 6

A dull start following overnight rain, and a two hour drive into the rolling hills and forests of North Canterbury, en route to Hanmer Springs, a thermal spa resort set amongst the mountains at the northernmost point of the Southern Alps. Not much to see on the way due to low cloud, but an hour or so luxuriating in the hot spring water soothed away the ills. And, the clouds did roll back a little on our return journey to reveal Mt Tekoa, rising above the Waiau river valley. Much of the land here is given over to grazing, although the brown grass revealed the present water crisis afflicting this part of New Zealand just now.

Great driving on empty roads
A good lunch followed, with some fine pinot noir, at the Pegasus Bay Winery, just south of Waipara, before returning to Christchurch for some light retail therapy.

Day 7

The day dawned bright and sunny, and once again energised by gym followed by hearty breakfast, we set off to the north west of Christchurch heading for Arthur’s Pass in the northern part of the Southern Alps. We were quickly into the mountains, with long empty stretches of road and expansive views in all directions. We eventually reached the dramatic Waimakariri Valley, a wide boulder strewn expanse, embroidered in many places with vast stands of purple/blue and pink lupin, and bordered by mountains rising above 2000m, many with glaciers pouring from their summits. A great spot.

Arthur's Pass region

Kea...they'll eat anything!
We paid a quick visit to the Arthur’s Pass Visitor’s Centre, before heading to our destination for the night, backtracking 16km east to the Arthur’s Pass Wilderness Lodge, a superb eco-lodge, set in a 6000 acre nature reserve and sheep station.

Waimakariri Valley below Arthur's Pass
We were to be the only guests this night (24 luxury rooms available), and there was a splendid lounge area with big picture windows to enjoy views across the valley to Dome 1940m.
I took a walk up through the beech forest on the Mount Bruce Lagoon Saddle Track, rising from 680m at the lodge to around 1250m before the saddle, finally attaining clear views through red tussock grass along the valley to Mount Murchison 2408m and Mount Rolleston 2275m.
Dinner at the lodge was excellent, with the best table in the house (!), a good bottle of Grenache and Buddha Bar music as well. Bliss.

Day 8

What a difference a day makes! Overnight the clouds came down and deposited snow on the immediate mountain ranges as low as 1600m, so we awoke to a cold damp morning, with low cloud obscuring many of the views we had enjoyed the day before.
It was to be an early start, however, as we had agreed to do a nature walk at 0730 (yes, 0730!) with the lodge owner and botanist Dr Gerry McSweeney. We ventured on to the 3km Rainbow Valley Nature Walk, with particular focus on the rare red and yellow mistletoe flowering within the dense mountain beech forest hereabouts. A surprisingly pleasant start to the day, with Gerry’s boundless enthusiasm for all things botanical quite infectious.

Red Mistletoe, Arthur's Pass
The drive out from Arthur’s Pass in heavy rain was uneventful, with roads almost totally deserted. We reached our next destination, Terrace Downs Golf Resort, near Methven, by lunchtime, and managed to get nine holes in before the heavens opened again.

Terrace Downs Golf Resort
This is a ‘high country’ resort, set in the rolling grasslands just below Mt Hutt, a big skiing area for the Christchurch crowd. Nice villa accommodation, impressively set clubhouse and, thankfully, unpretentious food with friendly service. Just a shame about the weather!

Day 9

Bad weather in the Mt. Hutt region
Golf plans abandoned due to rain, but a family day with son Kevin and girlfriend Virginia, who had driven up from Queenstown to join us for the night.

Day 10

The clouds were still down over nearby Mt Hutt when we left Terrace Downs, but we had been encouraged by the prospect of clearer weather to the south west, our direction of travel for the day. Our destination was Lake Tekapo, a 150km drive through the high pastures of Canterbury, intersected by the huge braided river valleys which tumble south eastwards from the Southern Alps to the west. After Geraldine, the skies started to improve, with patches of blue sky peeping through, and with it the road passed through very attractive hill country before revealing the immensity of the Southern Alps from the viewpoint above Burkes Pass.
Our objective for the day was to take a 70 minute helicopter trip from the shores of the stunningly beautiful Lake Pukaki, across to the Franz Josef and Fox glaciers which run westwards from the Mt Cook massif.
A 20 minute drive to the salmon farm beyond touristy Lake Tekapo brought us to the helipad and we were soon whisked into the air, doing 110 knots over some of the most attractive alpine scenery I have seen so far. We tracked north across Lake Pukaki, which had a stunning blue colour because of the high level of glacial sediment in the water that reflects the colour in the sky.
We traversed the slopes of the Gamack Range with Mt Blackburn 2416m to our right and the mighty bulk of Mt Cook 3750m ahead. We landed on the snow on the Liebig Dome, directly opposite Mt Cook, for some fine views, before taking off again to over-fly the Tasman Glacier and the Copeland Pass to reach the western side of the range to look at the giant Franz Josef and Fox Glaciers. These tumble down through the temperate rainforests of the west coast bounding the Tasman Sea. Superb views of Mt Tasman 3498m, Mt Sefton 3157m and the west face of Mt Cook were enjoyed, with a small avalanche on the latter also seen as we passed by. Back towards Lake Pukaki, we saw Aoraki Mount Cook Village to our right, and were able to view the impressive geology of this area, with glaciers, moraine, alluvial fans and fold mountains in abundance. Superb.

Preparing for take off
On Liebig Dome
Mount Cook and the Tasman Glacier
Hooker Valley, with the Hermitage to the left
East Face of Aoraki, Mount Cook, 3754m
Mount Sefton, 3157m
View down the Franz Josef Glacier
Tasman Glacier
Hochstetter Glacier, Mount Cook
We walked around Lake Tekapo to enjoy the lakeside views in this relatively busy village, again with the fabulous blue colouration of the water, bounded by swathes of lupin on the shoreline and snow capped mountains in the middle distance.

Lake Tekapo
Overnight at the Lake Tekapo Luxury Lodge, with nice rooms providing slightly elevated views over the lake and the quaint Church of the Good Shepherd, situated on a small promontory just east of the town. A good spot for a one night stay.

Day 11

Clear blue skies greeted us this morning, a big relief after the changeable weather we had seen over the last week. A quick visit to the famous Church of the Good Shepherd overlooking Lake Tekapo, then a drive to Lake Pukaki with great views to Mt Cook, some 60km to the north, unfolding as we drove to Aoraki Mount Cook Village. We were guests of The Hermitage, one of New Zealand’s most famous of hotels, established in 1884 as a haven for adventurous travellers. Now a contemporary hotel, but styled to blend into the terrain, we had an 8th floor room with views to Mt Cook and Mt Sefton from our large picture windows. The hotel houses the Sir Edmund Hillary Alpine Centre, a small but effective museum covering Ed Hillary’s life and his achievements on Everest and in the Antarctic. It also has a 3D cinema and I would heartily recommend you go see the 16 minute ‘Mount Cook Magic’ film, which is nothing short of brilliant.

Alpine Monument at The Hermitage
View to Mount Sefton and Mount Cook from the Hermitage
Aoraki (Mt Cook) from the Kea Point overlook on the Mueller Glacier
Last light on Mount Cook, seen from the Hermitage
I took a walk for a couple of hours to Kea Point, a viewpoint on the southern lateral moraine of the Mueller Glacier, with great views up to Mt Sefton 3141m and its many hanging glaciers, and the south west face of Mt Cook above the Hooker Glacier.
A very photogenic day!
We enjoyed a very convivial dinner with the GM of the hotel, Denis Callesen, a keen shooter and mountaineer. Overall, an excellent day at The Hermitage. Recommended.

Day 12

An early start to explore the Hooker Valley before breakfast. A popular 4 hour return trek from The Hermitage can be shortened to 2.5 hours by driving up to the camp ground, and can be shortened even further if you jog up and down it! Time didn’t permit the full distance, but I got beyond the second swing bridge and up the valley by a few more hundred metres to get closer views of Mt Cook in its early morning splendour.

Early morning light on Mount Cook, view from the Hooker Valley
Statue of Sir Edmund Hillary at Mount Cook Village
After breakfast we headed south and then south west towards Wanaka, a fairly sustained drive across high upland pastures and gently rolling mountains, with the snow covered Cook range fading fast into the distance. Crossing the Lindis Pass took us from quite desolate landscapes to the lusher farming landscapes of the Clutha Valley, with the snow covered mountains of the Mount Aspiring National Park appearing in view to the west.
We checked into our next hotel, the Edgewater Resort on the west side of town in Roys Bay, with splendid views across the nicely manicured lawns to Lake Wanaka. Lunch was quickly despatched before a mountain bike ride around the bays of Wanaka, Roys and Bremner Bays before reaching the relative solitude of Beacon Point and a narrower track which followed the Clutha River away from the lake up to a suburb called Albert Town. The ride was momentarily enlivened when a naked woman emerged out of the bushes heading to the river for a swim. Great views today!


Wanaka
Edgewater Resort, Wanaka
Back to the hotel for a few beers in hot sunshine, enjoying the locally produced Brewski from the Wanaka Brewhouse, an excellent hoppy pilsner at 4.8% abv…the best beer tasted so far in NZ.
Dinner in a good value Thai restaurant in town. Bed!

Day 12
A scenic drive over the Crown Range brought us to the Queenstown area. It was a beautiful road to drive, especially with the abundance of roadside yellow lupins on the way south out of Wanaka. We had time to drive through the quaint suburb of Arrowtown and sneak a look at the Millbrook Golf Club we were to play later in the trip. Our next adventure was a long helicopter trip with Helicopter Line from Queenstown over to the famous Milford Sound. An altogether more professional experience than the helicopter from Tekapo, with much more comfortable seats and headphone system.
The flight was truly spectacular, into high mountains within minutes of leaving the airport, affording views to Mt Aspiring 3027m to the north and buzzing close to lofty ridges. Ultimately we landed on the glacier below Mt Tutoko (2749m) to the north west of Milford Sound, with views across to the Tasman Sea. A fun take off diving steeply over a vast rock wall below us, and we were soon into the distinctive landscapes of Fiordland, with sightings to Lake McKerrow and Lake Alabaster to the north.

Lake Wakatipu
Gravel braided valleys, Dart River
Glacier lake, Mount Aspiring National Park
On the Tutoko Glacier, north east of Milford Sound

The approach to Milford Sound was fabulous, the fiord dominated by Mitre Peak and huge waterfalls tumbling over the steep valley walls. We had a chance to spend a short time around the shoreline, giving enough time for the infamous sandflies to bite Gillian, who must be tastier than me ;-)

Milford Sound

On our return to Queenstown, we flew over the Humboldt Mountains, with another quick landing to view a glacial lake, and passing over the well tramped Routeburn Track before flying up the length of Lake Wakatipu and over the town itself. A very good couple of hours: recommended.

Moke Lake, on approach to Queenstown
Queenstown and Lake Wakatipu
Christmas Eve was then upon us, so family gatherings in a good fish restaurant (Fishbone – recommended) in Queenstown completed a fine day.

Christmas Day

A day off! BBQ on the lake edge in Queenstown, with son Kevin in charge of all festivities. Too much to drink, but the Van Asch pinot gris and the Gibbston Valley pinot noir were a triumph.

The BBQ King
Day 14

An early start, not particularly easy with a full scale hangover, to go on a jet boat trip up the Dart River from scenic Glenorchy. This is a big scale tourist operation, but well managed and good fun. We travelled up the Dart River at around 40-45 knots, weaving through the braided channels of this crystal clear river, for over an hour. A few close shaves with boulders and a few 360 degree turns for good measure, but this was a tame trip compared to the canyon runs like the Shotover River jet boat adventures. The boats are impressive, with a draft of just 13cms, and 400 hp engines pushing 3500 litres of water per minute to propel us across the shallow waters of the Dart River.

Jet boat on the Dart River
We were deposited up river near Chinaman’s Bluff, and we walked back to our 4WD transport for our return journey through the beauty spot of Paradise and then back to the village at Glenorchy. Great views to the river, Diamond Lake and Lake Wakatipu.
A lazy afternoon in Queenstown followed.

Day 15

A day’s sightseeing around Queenstown, led by well known local resident and son Kevin, took us up the nearby Deer Park Heights for impressive 360 degree views of the area (and some animals too). Great views of Lake Wakatipu, Kelvin Heights and the airport around Frankton.

A J Hackett Bungee near Queenstown
Kevin on Deer Heights above Queenstown
We then went for the obligatory wine tasting session at Waitiri Creek followed by lunch - a local cheese platter with some good pinot noir at the Gibbston Valley winery.
A very good dinner was enjoyed at the local casino!

Day 16

Another morning on the road, this time heading for Te Anau, some 170km to the southwest. The journey southwards along the east bank of Lake Wakatipu gave pleasant views of the lake and mountains to the west, before the landscape opened out to big station sheep farming country, and then gently rising ground with river valleys lined by huge stands of vibrant yellow gorse giving way to conservation areas dominated by red tussock grass. Mountainous country to the west started to dominate the eye…we were about to enter Fiordland, peaks rising to well over 2000m, with the rainforest covered slopes intersected by deep glacial valleys dropping down to the Tasman Sea to the west. And, of course, the ubiquitous sandfly!

The lounge at the Fiordland Lodge

Fiordland Lodge, Te Anau

Lake Te Anau
Te Anau lies on the lake and is very geared to tourist traffic heading up to Milford Sound. Our abode for the next two nights was Fiordland Lodge, 5km north of the town, situated in a slightly elevated spot above the lake, giving huge views to the Murchison and Kepler Ranges. This is a beautiful hotel, constructed with pinewood and our room was a small cabin set privately away from the main hotel itself. Nicely designed and very cosy.
If you do visit Te Anau, it is worth visiting the small cinema in town to see the film Ata Whenua (Shadowland) shot by local helicopter operator Kim Hollows. It features unique footage of Fiordland shot from his helicopter over ten years, and is only shown in this cinema, especially constructed to screen it to visitors.
We enjoyed a convivial dinner with some fellow Brits, with great views to the lake.

Day 17

A long day today as conventional tourists on the Doubtful Sound cruise with a big local tour operator called Real Journeys. A fifty minute boat trip from nearby Manapouri took us to West Arm, site of a huge hydro-electric power station, and a transfer on to a coach to take over the Wilmot Pass to Deep Cove. This was a pleasant one hour journey, through temperate rain forest (silver beech, large podocarp trees, gigantic ferns and moss ‘gardens’) with views down on to the Dusky Track, one of NZ’s more famous multi-day walking routes. 

Lake Manapouri
At Deep Cove we transferred on to a large powered catamaran for a three hour cruise along Doubtful Sound as far as its opening to the Tasman Sea. Norwegian fiord style cruising, but with temperate rain forest and unique bird life adorning the fiord sides, with many examples of ‘tree avalanches’ (normally triggered by high rainfall or snow) along the way.
Doubtful Sound is the second largest of NZ’s fiords and reaches 411m at maximum depth: it was a smooth passage until we reached the sea, where we pitched into a medium swell to view fur seals on the aptly named Shelter Islands. On our return we were fortunate enough to spot some bottlenose dolphins in Crooked Arm, as inquisitive about us as we were about them!

Doubtful Sound
Temperate Rainforest bordering Doubtful Sound
Our return journey over Wilmot’s Pass took us 200m down into the power station itself, an impressive piece of tunnelling and engineering in the local granite/gneiss rock.
A long day, over 9 hours in all, but some impressive sights all round.

Day 18

A 180km drive back up to the Queenstown area, this time for a golfing stay at the famous Millbrook course. 18 holes played in the afternoon…a draw!
Dinner in nearby Arrowtown with Kevin and Virginia. A great little restaurant called Saffron: recommended.

Mackenzie Thorpe sculptures at Millbrook
Day 19

New Year’s Eve…but our second round of golf at Millbrook was abandoned due to rain (as was the one day cricket international in Queenstown).
Dinner at a good local Japanese restaurant called Kapa with Kevin and Virginia before returning through the very lively town centre to our hotel, the well positioned Hotel St Moritz, to view the fireworks from our balcony. An excellent display, as befits one of the first nations in the world to greet the New Year.

Day 20
Golf at Kelvin Heights, about 20km from the town centre, and situated on a peninsula overlooking Lake Wakatipu. An excellent, testing hilly course with some of the best views you can imagine all the way round. I blame the distraction for my defeat in the hands of my wife and son on the day! One of the best courses I have had the privilege to play in my life: highly recommended.

Day 21/22
The long journey home, this time via Los Angeles!

Summary

A wonderful trip, enriched by meeting up with our son Kevin for the first time in 12 months and his girlfriend Virginia for the first time.
My advice on New Zealand is ‘sod the distance, get down there’. This is a fabulous, uncrowded and beautiful part of the world. Don’t try to do too much on your first visit. It took us almost three weeks to cover only a part of the South Island.
Highlights: our accommodations at Arthur’s Pass Wilderness Lodge, The Hermitage, and Fiordland Lodge. Activity highlights: the Helicopter Line flight from Queenstown to Milford Sound, walking near Mount Cook, playing golf at Kelvin Heights. Sights: Mount Cook range and Milford Sound from the helicopters, Lakes Tekapo and Pukaki, the purple and yellow lupins that adorn the roadsides almost everywhere.
To hurry NZ is to miss the point: taking time to talk to the friendly, unpretentious locals, listening to the sound of silence, witnessing four seasons in a day, and enjoying dramatically different landscapes over quite short distances is what it’s all about. And, of course, sampling a little of their excellent wine :-)