Last day in New Zealand.
We made it through the tropical rain from Franz Joseph to
Greymouth and caught the Transalpine Express train to Christchurch. A note about the weather….. it “poured”
nearly all the way to Greymouth. At
times I could barely see through the windshield, which is not a good thing in
the twisty, mountainous roads out of “Glacier Country” and into the coastal
region.
The sight that intrigued me the most was the vast fields
of gravel and boulders (from baseball-sized to watermelon or even VW bug-sized)
accompanying the many rivers down the mountain side. At bends in the rivers, the gravel
accumulates into huge fields or “washes” as one traveler described those— many
of them hundreds of yards across and extending for miles before, during and
after the curve of the river is completed.
I can only imagine the amount of water it took to drag this amount of
rocky debris down the slope. One of the
local folks we met recently commented on the sound that the rocks make at
night, as the water pushes them over and over down the gorge.—especially during
the spring floods.
Now we sit in the Christchurch airport, waiting for our
plane to board. It stops in Wellington,
then on to Sydney. Tomorrow we catch the
Qantas flight to the US and home and are looking forward to sharing these many
scenes and experiences with our family and friends in person.
April 13, 2012
As you can see
from the date above, we are already back in the US, but there is a little
catching up to do on the our final few hours in Australia.
We arrived promptly in Sydney and took the shuttle to a
nearby airport hotel—the same one where we stayed after the thwarted Great
Barrier Reef trip a few weeks ago. We
got a beer in the hotel “pub” bar and retired early—knowing what the next day
of travel might bring.
We arrived at the Sydney airport again around 11:30am on
Thursday morning and went through the various
immigration and security checkpoints. For some reason the airline changed our
intended seats on the plane placing each of us in an entirely different row. The Qantas representative at the check-in
kiosk managed to re-seat us into economy “premium” seats—an upgrade that
provided quite a bit more space and comfort than we would have experienced with
the original selections. The plane, one
of those mammoth two-deckers, soon loaded up and by 2pm we were on the way
eastward to Dallas/Fort Worth.