The entry into South Island catapults you into another psychological experience, at least for us. We felt we were connected through the road to Auckland to our friend and familiar terrain and patterns. Added to that is the expectation of a fairy-tale land shaped by blogs, stories, discussions forums and readings, everyone talks so much about the South Island, NZ is all about South Island, so it seems.
Once you get off Picton, the drive to Queenstown is full of possibilities. You take SH6, go up to Nelson, Motueka the jump-off point to Abel Tasmen NP where you can spend 3 whole days walking, hiking, kayaking or just chilling out.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abel_Tasman_National_Park http://www.doc.govt.nz/parks-and-rec...s/abel-tasman/
The drive through SH 67, actually up from Westsport, with Karamea Bay on the left, all the way to the western fringes of Abel Tasmen NP, Karamea river basin is reported to be an awesome experience demanding another 3-4 days. Karamea is a quaint Maori town with low population, access limited by one road, if it’s a quiet holiday you want in a remote area talking to nature, you would find it here, this is on my bucket list for the next tour.
Wine touring is a big hit around here, one of the best wines produced too. I know of a couple of wine experts from India who works here and cued me into the tours and region. One can go on and on about this, the linky below would give you lots of insights. Wine was not in our priority list, so we skipped the region, we also had limited time to do what the region has to offer.
http://www.tourism.net.nz/region/nel...urs/wine-tours
St. Arnaud is the gateway to Nelson Lakes Np, 3 days at least. The long walks, trekking, winter sport and lake activities are a heaven for the discerning tourist. Rainbow Ski field is reported to be good for snow worshippers, you can see it when you drive on SH63, we found the boards, but being summer, not much snow except on the mountain tops.
http://snow.co.nz/rainbow/ http://wikitravel.org/en/St_Arnaud
Once we pulled off the ferry, adjusted GPS to Punakaiki, we were all eyes and ears to see the land. It was drizzling, cloudy and cold. Picton to Blenheim on SH1 was beautiful, twisty, hills and clolurful, the colour of the season seem to be yellow. Blenheim to St. Arnaudd, about 100 kms, is a flyaway in most sections, we reached there by 2 PM. The land straightened out to flats, farm lands, straight roads as far as eyes could see, smooth roads and the horses under the bonnet raring to go.
This was a road patrol car, we followed sanely for 6 kms, did not want a radar catching us speeding or reporting! Have heard of locals phoning the patrol cars or police stations the car numbers of tourists speeding and the cops chasing them and catching! They waved and smiled at us when we overtook them, they know we were tourists, the Apex sticker is a clear indicator.
The tacho kept climbing towards the red line, the tarmac was a black ribbon, the speedo smoothly crossing 150 with no vehicles in sight as far as the eye can see, testing track for cars. We were careful, when we did see a car, a reflection in the front or in the rear view mirror, we slowed down to 100, you just cannot stop the right foot riding the pedal!
St. Arnaud to Marchusion is about 60 kms, would take from 40-60 mts, we took 60 and reached there about 3 PM, refueled, bought some milk, provisions in the store there and relaxed walking around the store area for 20 minutes.
The free toilets maintained by the city council were spotlessly clean, but found the coloring and boards very different
We also got to talking with a few locals in the car park while we had the map spread out on the bonnet, they came and asks us if we wanted help, very nice farming couples who gave lots of information on the roads, town and people. They were warm, simple and you could see genuine friendship shining out of their eyes, just about made out day.
SH63 joins SH6 at Kawatiri, 25 kms on, road is downhill following the Buller river, twisting in many sections, we saw hardly any traffic. Once we hhit SH6, the logging trucks started appearing, one need to be careful about them from hereon, you would be driving for 10kms without anything in sight and they would appear on a curve without notice! A tired driver, low reflexes, wandering mind and you would have a nightmare, Boom! Red alert from here all the way till you see the Tasman Sea. Westsport is a good place to refuel, buy some food and use the rest room.
From Marchusion to Westsport the road climbs a bit, river with you for a long long way, the road twisting in and out of the forest, gorges and thick greens enveloping your ride. You can see the railroad following you, many places they share the same bridge, but not on the same track. The virgin beauty of the land, forest and greens, cannot be described, you have to experience the joy of riding.
Westsport was not on our plans so we veered off left towards the coast, Westsport itself is another town of opportunities to go up north towards Abel Tasmen NP, many tourists do.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Westport,_New_Zealand
From Charleston onwards the road hits the coast, you can see the Tasman sea all way on the your right for the next 400 kms, yes, 400 till Haast! That’s why the drive on the west coast is such a great option and not so much trafficked unlike the east which is more touristy.
Our excitement mounts, we were just 30 kms of the Pancake rocks and the famous blowhole we’ve been dreaming of for months. The Tasman Sea on the right brings another dimension of excitement to the drive now, we were so full of forest and greens bearing down on us, you take a turn at Charleston and you the wide blues, empty, spraying surf on the right! What an experience to be lived. We pull into the parking lot of Punakaiki Pancake rocks at 5 PM, we could see some people here, cars, campers and a coach parked in the parking lot. Yipee, people at last!
When you are so much into the drive, you realize later you could have taken wonderful photographs, it completely got off the radar. We were so relaxed and enjoying the land and the drive till Charleston and stopped at a couple of places, took a few snaps, the drive was just into us, enjoying every sweeping turn, twist, the sound of the tarmac and the engine singing a soul soothing lullaby! Next drive on, we will take more slowly, more photographs will help us remember all those moments when we are grey and old.
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