Can’t remember the last time I was here. Ok, I looked back.. it was Tuesday April 6th, 2004. Wow.. I have been here a while. And not getting any younger.

You’d think I’d remember the tramp..

In this picture we went up and over and down a small hill – just to avoid a 1m wide stream. I’m sure in foul weather it is worth it – but not in summer!

The hike itself is a good one – certainly not a walk in the park. Ok.. it is a walk in Arthurs Pass national park.. but still… not an easy walk in the park.

So – off for the long weekend set Steve & Michelle, Myra & Graham, and Maaike and I. We were pretty blessed with the weather, only a little rain on the last day. It meant the various river crossings were grand, and the views better than the last time.

Bringing Steve along has it’s moments. Moments of greatness I mean ;) Well, of bugs and insects at least.

There was still quite a lot of snow about – which made things a tad interesting at times, as one never knew if it would hold. I gave this arch a thorough testing though.

The really quite scary part (only scary part) was up Tarn Col.. it’s a steep climb of about 120m or so. Now, on rock, this would be no worries.. but the top of the slope is covered in slippery ‘snowgrass’.. and it’s lethal stuff. Not a good place to slip with a heavy bag. In fact, quite a bad place to slip.

But no one slipped.

So it was fine :)

And then it was on to more magnificent scenery.

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Honestly – getting away from ChCh next weekend – come hell or highwater. Or Earthquakes more likely I suppose. Funny really, living in a country that wants to tear itself apart.

Anyway – Saturday… croquet in the morning for me. Was *so* annoyed … not that anyone cares. Sigh. I’ll tell you the story anyway.. more ‘cos I will eventually get this printed out for my own amusement. So my opponent had a handicap, of two (quite low = good player) and I was playing nicely – right up until I tried to run the wrong hoop. Twice. And then lost composure (sigh) and the game (double sigh).

After that – off to friends Berit and Mickels flat warming party – and what a flat. Unbelievable view. There are 4 of them living in the flat.. for $575 a week. At current rates that’s 264 Euro (split 4 ways). Check out the view..

Really good party… interesting election results with a swing to the right. The National party are in now… not quite sure what that’s going to mean yet – I imagine my job is safe but sure we’ll see..

Next day drove on from Sumner to Lyttelton and had brekkie there in this lovely coffee house… They had some excellent artwork – including scary typewriters..

Then met up with the lovely Graham and Myra and took the ferry (interestingly part of the bus network!) to Diamond Harbour, and thence up the hill towards Mt. Herbert.. didn’t get all the way, but it was good to stretch the legs!

Slightly lazy weekend – well, not away for the night – not quite the same thing I suppose :)

On Saturday played Croquet (crushed my opponent, at 70 odd she didn’t have a chance). Actually, that’s not strictly true, I’ve been beaten by 80 year olds before ;) HOWEVER!! croquet is still an excellent excellent game, and one of the most vicious, tactical and skillful games I’ve ever played. So there.

After that it was out clothes shopping with Maaike. I would rather be out bounding over mountain tops, bashing my way through thick bush, or indeed chilling out with a nice bottle of wine in a hut somewhere in the exact middle of nowhere, but sometimes (once every three years or so) new clothes need to be bought. Clothes shopping is, however, one of Maaike’s favourite things to do. This was the first weekend I gave in though.. constant pestering gets to one eventually ;)

Still, there was something to look forward to in the evening – out to friends (Volker and Ivor’s) housewarming.

Sunday managed to get out of the city (woohoo) and up to Castle Hill. It’s a magic spot that I’m sure I’ve mentioned lots of times. According to the Dalai Lama it’s the Energy Centre of the universe. Certainly has a really good feeling, even if you don’t believe in energy centre’s…

It’s a funny place though, the boulders don’t always give you what you need to get up them. Well, not easily at any rate – sneaky no good two faced (well, multi faceted) boulders. Often with slopey holds (called… wait for it… slopers) at the top.

Here’s another of Michelle, this time improvising brilliantly (with the help of the ever gallant Steve) to reach the top.

So yes, all in all a really great day… will definitely be making a new trip up there soon I hope.

Twas a lovely weekend all told. Warick and Hannah – married. Crazy. The night before the wedding Warick’s friends Philly and Tracey had people over to the Bach (holiday home) they were staying in. It’s in a place called Taylors Mistake.

It was a really beautiful little getaway to be honest.

According to this link Oysters aren’t, in fact, aphrodisiacs.. so not sure if that will have helped Warick as much as he would have liked ;) I’m kidding… they caught the oysters (and Paua) just metres from the bach.. honestly.. what a place!

The next day we headed up to The Sign of the Bellbird – a lookout over Christchurch, with about 15 kayak paddles in the back of my van.. Warick wanted the path to the place they were having the ceremony lined. No pictures unfortunately.

Hannah was utterly radiant, and managed to make it all the way through without dissolving – though I think Warick was just as emotional – Psych nurse that he is.

Then it was on to the The She Cafe which was a really excellent little venue just over the hill in Governors Bay. Originally known for it chocolate – their wedding cake was made from chocolate truffles and profiteroles… no pics unfortunately as the unruly mob had descended ;) (ok, not true – I had enjoyed possibly one too many of the delicious Saltram of Barossa, Mamre Brook, Cabernet Sauvignon. Yum.

There was Irish Moosic and Dancin’ a plenty, sure the craic was only mighty and the tappin of feet was enough to waken the dead. Or something ;).