Holly and John Flannery are launched on a much needed Odyssey - a walkabout - and we will be walking of course but also using a few other modern conveyances like planes, boats, cars and trolleys to catch a small "taste" of what is Australia and New Zealand - and to make a few "blogging" notes here, with pictures as we can, as our modern Captain's log so those who care may glance over our shoulders and get some idea what we're seeing and experiencing - of course, access to the world wide web permitting.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOLLY - in New Zealand



NOTES ON HOLLY’S BIRTHDAY. 

BY HOLLY:

It’s my birthday today and we are in Tauranga, New Zealand. 

We went on a kayaking journey on Lake Rotoiti (that’s us, John and I in our kayak) outside the glow worm caves (dots of blue and white light in a dark cave that we rowed into until it was so narrow we had to walk our hands along the walls in the pitch black).

After that, we rowed/paddled across lake Rotoiti into a head wind for lunch and took hot baths in the natural thermal hot pools at Manupirua .  The smell of sulphur might have been off-putting, if it wasn’t for the sweet warm feeling you got from being in those hot soothing waters.

We had wonderful weather the whole day with the temps in the 70’s and partly cloudy. 

Did I tell you there were lots of paddling?

I got to steer at the back of the 2 person kayak with John doing the pulling and I did the steering and the paddling.  It was fun.  John was paddling in the front.   

After our lunch and dunk in the baths, quite a nice soak, we paddled back to the tour bus.  It was a scenic ride from the lake back to the ship. 

We will be sore tomorrow, I am sure, but it was worth it. 

Our drive to Lake Rotoiti took us through “The Valley of Plenty (Te Puke),” named by Captain Cook, and this is the kiwi fruit capital of New Zealand. 

We saw lots of kiwi fruit being grown in the form of grape vines, both the furry green ones we are used to in the states and a golden hairless one that I have never tasted that is supposed to be very sweet. 

Also got to see another of New Zealand’s big crop being grown which is the avocado. 

Corn, squash, grapes were also growing everywhere. 

Tomorrow we arrive in Auckland, NZ. 

Still haven’t seen a real Kiwi bird.  It’s the national symbol and they are endangered – so it’s not easy to get a look as they are nocturnal as well as endangered.  Still have hopes though. 

There is a big conservation program to bring them back, but they still live in only in a few places in New Zealand  -- unfortunately. 

The biggest problem for the kiwi bird is the non-native invasives such as the possum, the ferret, the weasel, and house cats that have gone feral.  All those “settlers” brought them without any idea what the consequences would be.  Until they (the government, the people) get rid of these pests that kill them, they will not be able to bring the Kiwi population back or many of their other endangered birds that nest on the ground.  There are traps everywhere for these pests and they are slowly but surely making progress at controlling them but it is slow and a never ending process.

It is great to see all the conservation practices in place regarding the birds and animals, as well as the native plants.  But apparently they need to do more.  They took down the trees a long time ago.  Only 1 % of New Zealands native forest has not been touched.  They are working to bring back much more of it to help sustain the wildlife that needs it to survive.

A few days ago, we went swimming with the smallest and rarest Hector’s Dolphins but John will file that report when he recovers from today’s rowing – and after he does something to surprise me on my birthday.

Thursday, November 22, 2012

IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE

Entering the Milford Fiord

We live a life that is a blink of an eye as compared to the more than 600 million years that passed before our mothers sent us down the birth canal into the world as we know it. 

But we don’t have much cause to think about this fact, of our temporal insignificance, unless we have a heated argument with someone who thinks the earth is only 8,000 years old. 

Being “Down Under” refreshes the realization of this geological truth. 

It reminds us how we can make a difference while we’re here as the long train of history teaches that truly small changes over great expanse of time have a significant impact on sustaining life.

The local Forest Ranger quoted Chief Seattle who said, “we belong to the earth,” that “we are but one strand within the web [of life,]” and that “whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves.”

Australia was once called New Holland and was joined with other land masses, New Zealand, and New Caledonia.  I surprised a Melbourne traveler, Hank, born in Holland when I said Australia was called New Holland though it was older than its original namesake; his parents left New Holland after World War II.

The original land mass, called Gondwana, before becoming what is now separate, about 80 million years ago, was closer to the South Pole, encompassing Antarctica, India, Africa and South America, and, over the millennia, the joined land mass shifted apart.

As I write this, geologists calculate that Australia is moving northward at the rate of 6 cm. a year.  And parts of the original land mass are submerged and proximately related from beneath the sea. 

While the changes are not immediately noticeable, they are ongoing and inexorable.

We are sailing to New Zealand, the “land of the long white cloud,” still moving, at 30mm a year northwards.
We cut through the wine dark Tasman sea, traveling some 900 miles east of Australia, a part of the original surface of Gawanda, now below us, as we cut through the cresting waves.

The smaller bathing pools of formerly quite water on deck all of a sudden fight their constraining walls with large banging, splashing crashes of water, prompting delighted screams of “Woooo” and “oh my God.”

The waves affect the water on our ship, as the shifting earth below affects the land masses above.

At Christ Church at the North Island of New Zealand (divided itself into North and South Islands), there was a beautiful church spire that marked the skyline of this quaint historic town but it was struck down by an earth quake, at 7.1 on the Richter scale, just a few years past, followed by another, at 6.1, and still another, at 5.8.  The slow movement of earth’s plates are nevertheless manifest in ways any lay man can observe and appreciate.

When Captain James Cook first explored the area, in the 18th century, he was struck by the similarity of the flora and fauna among these several masses. 

No doubt there have been comparative studies like those that Darwin conducted, in which he found distinguishing differences among the species, floral and faunal, found on geographically proximate islands, the Galapagos, off South America.

It’s a modern day tragedy of the ever-shrinking world that it is suffocating its splendid differences with its impulsive reflex to homogenize and duplicate the same thing everywhere, building architectural structures, glass and steel in box like monotony, serving food fast and fat, and providing entertainment loud and superficial, confounding the senses hungry for difference but confused because you can hardly tell you’re anywhere else when you travel. 

So the challenge is to find what is native, special, unique, and that has persisted because of respect for and an active effort to preserve and maintain what was. 

There’s this fabulous book, called the Future Eaters, that speaks of how past incursions of people into this Southern Hemisphere from Asia and Polynesia to what may be called, Australasia, have consumed resources and species that are lost for all time that will never be recovered – faunal turnovers – an inoffensive way to describe extinction.

The aborigines arrived in Australia from Southeast Asia from 40,000 to 60,000 years ago.  They came on crude craft and empty-handed.

The Moaris (“Mow-rees”) arrived in New Zealand from Polynesia 800 to 1000 years ago.  They came in fast modern ships, catamarans, and with plants, dogs, rats and more.

What they didn’t despoil, the Europeans who followed gave them an assist.

It’s hard to find any continent or area of the planet where we are not now still consuming the future, stealing it from our progeny and theirs.

But this morning, we watched the first light of the sun, rising west of the International Date line before the sun rose anywhere else on the planet, and, looking East, growing at the horizon was the approaching Fiordland National Park, a fiord carved by a glacier, a part of which still rests on the crest of the mountain range, in the Milford Sound.  It became clear why this land is called “land of the long white cloud” because the abundant clouds in the morning were so intertwined with the snow covered peaks, and drifting in the mid distances from the cliffs, as feathery white tufts, it was easy to see where the name, just one long white cloud, arose.  There waterfalls the height of the cliffs, and a pine and beech tree canopy, slashes of exposed rock, and tangled vegetation beneath the canopy.  Seals, kayaks, and small ships were in the waters below our ship.   But it was cold. 

For those of you who have traveled by ship, you no doubt know this fact, that there are parallel ways to experience sailing at sea to ports of call that you explore with camera and snatches of foreign currency in hand.

Aboard, you can obsess in a pattern of predatory retail stalking for objects you really don’t need (another watch, jewelry, clothing, nick nacks from China), at prices that are not much of a bargain (think double), all the time giving way to the gluttony of meal and snack taking at a venue that distributes glorious tasting food at one continuous meal from 6 AM to 2 AM daily – somewhere on the ship, in fact, wherever you find yourself.

On the other hand, the media res, you can delight in sea breezes, historic, sweeping vistas of natural beauty, exercise, rest, attend concerts and shows, read, write blog/diary entries (like this), and, yes, eat that really good food if you ration the number of  buffet visits and portions – to guard against the remorse of that weight scale visit on your return home. 

Of the last, the omnipresent eating carnival, there is a temptation and an amusement, in the category of people watching, to be gazing at those grazing without a brake the endless platters of food and drink and spirits that fill the corridors of a cruise ship. 

Excuse us, gotta go, it’s time to have my cappuccino.  (No, not Starbuck’s, not this far west of Seattle – as best my research has uncovered thus far).  Tomorrow we walk the land of New Zealand.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

THANKSGIVING ON THE TASMAN SEA







This is the tribute to the American Thanksgiving holiday from our cruise ship on its way to New Zealand that is about 95% Aussie.  Very cool.   Happy Thanksgiving to all our family and friends back home in the US of A.  We go through Fiordland National Park, New Zealand tomorrow morning, our first glimpse of  NZ.    Keeping our eyes open for the world’s smallest dolphin, the Hector dolphin, the world’s rarest penguin, the yellow-eyed penguin, looking for the little blue penguin, NZ fur seals, as well as for Hooker’s sea lions.

Monday, November 19, 2012

Crossing the Pacific to Sydney

Traveling across so many time zones instructs you not that time is relative but that it's arbitrary.

When you've made the easy cross from Washington to San Fran on the other coasted, traveling West into time, you have flown 5 hours and 56 minutes but the time zones say you only took 2 hours and 56 minutes.  

Okay, we're used to that.

But that's nothing when you cross the great expanse that is the Pacific Ocean to Sydney, Australia and that invisible international date line, east to west.  Your flight "only" takes 14 hours and 30 minutes but, by  agreement, your clock says you left 10:40 pm on November 18 and you're arriving in Sydney at 8:10 am on November 20 th, that's 33 hours and 20 minutes.

Sleeping and reading and watching and listening and sleeping in a reclined chair in a dark flying cabin is fairly disorienting in and of itself and then you look at your watch and you're lost.

Time says one thing.  Your mind and body say something else.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

WHAT TO SAY IN AUSTRALIA




AUSSIE SPEAK - COURTESY OF TANIA MONTEAGUDO - JUST TRYING TO HELP

Barbie - Barbecue
Chook -  Chicken
Bikkie - Biscuit/Cookie
Bloke - Man
Sheila - Woman
Blowie - a Fly
A blue - an Argument
Booze - Alcohol - hmmm, kind of familiar state-side
Booze bus - Police stop
Brekkie - Breakfast
Coldie - a Beer - see a pattern here.
Hoon - an irresponsible person
Lollies - Candy
Mozzie - Mosquito
It's Going Off - it's really good
Bored Shitless - Really bored
Footy - Australian football
Bottle o - Liquor Store - more of that.
Dickhead - Unpleasant person - to say the least
Roo - a Kangaroo
Copper - Police Officer
Vego - Vegetarian
Tucker - food

Do you know how long it takes to fly to Australia?

Secretary of State Clinton, John and Holly

Secretary of State Hillary Clinton traveled for 31 hours to arrive in Perth, Australia - ouch.  
 
We hadn't carefully focused on how long we would be reading kindles and books (sounds like a breakfast cereal), watching movies, nibbling on nuts, and trying to catch some shut eye. 

Our trip will be somewhat less momentous as, for starters, we are certain we won't be discussing Australia's consent to host a US space surveillance system. 
 

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

The Spirit of Australia



That’s what they call Kangaroos – the Spirit of Australia.  When everyone thinks of Australia, they think of Kangaroos but I’ve found from the writings of a younger namesake in Australia, Dr. Tim Flannery, from the Marquarie University in Sydney, that there are 70 species of kangaroo including, get this, a tree kangaroo (see pix); in fact, Flannery says there are 10 species up in the trees eating fruit and leaves.   There are about 57 million of kangaroos across Australia.  They come in red in the desert, and gray in the south and east.   The grays can outrun a horse and they can swim a mile.   There once was a rat kangaroo, now extinct, that ran so fast it appeared to fly.  Worms inhabit their guts to break down the grasses they eat.   

This guy, Flannery, who obsessed over their origins found a tiny piece of “ancient bone” that proved to be the link between an ancient possum and the kangaroos we think we know today. 

 If you love animals and are concerned how to preserve these fauna, then you might enjoy Flannery’s book, “Chasing Kangaroos.”   He first got interested when he was working at a museum, cleaning “the fossilized skeletons of extinct kangaroos that were twice the size of any living species.”  He found that these herbivores once ate flesh and had ape-like faces.  But what has really surprised him is that so few take for granted that almost all kangaroos hop, rather than run, without asking how they evolved so that they could and do hop.