Where did I just end up?

At first I was thinking to stay in Queenstown for a longer while. But it always goes different. My photo tour I took on, nevertheless. 🙂

 

 

Whilst at the supermarket mostly offered for impulse purchase, this cookie got its own bar in Queenstown…

 

 

View on the city from the promenade.

 

 

EVERYONE travelling to Queenstown will get word about the legendary ‘Fergburger’. And well, they are undoubtedly stunning phenomena, those ones. 🙂

 

 

Suburb Frankton, home to the airport and situated by the Frankton Arm of Lake Wakatipu.

 

 

 

 

Queenstown is also known as the adventure capital of New Zealand. Whoever is looking for Bungy, Skydive or helicopter rides, look no further.
I didn’t indulge in those pricy undertakings, but didn’t miss out on another real adventure:

The Ride through Skippers Canyon!

 

 

Suddenly you find yourself in another world.

The New Zealand roads are never boring, but this one definitely took all the cake.

In the valley flows the Shotover River, where a little further down scenes for The Lord of the Rings were filmed.

 

 

At this spectacular sight I sat down and added the only logical thing to truly enjoy this moment: A KitKat Chunky from the parcel from home. 🙂

You surely would agree that the street’s menu looks all inviting. 😉

Oliver Evolves

I just discovered a very very old playlist of music on my harddrive. Especially when you evolve abroad at a breathtaking speed, you find these useful as a static reference point to look back. ‘Accentuated’ by this old music, I look at pictures from home.
And I can’t help myself, but to start writing this post.

To evolve, to change, learning things, leaving things behind… In these regards, there is a lot happening with yourself in the last time.

While listening to well-known music I am looking at the well-known, but strangely strange looking images of my home, I notice my jaw dropped. Just how much actually happened!
Maybe some of you have waited for a post like this. At least Susi had asked for it pretty much an exact half of a year before. 😉 And think it is about time, being abroad for almost 10 months now…

Oh, details?? You want some details?

Let’s go then:

  • Normally I am slow to decide on bigger matters and liked to stay in one spot, without moving on too much. Though today, I just decided that Queenstown is far too expensive to live in and that Dunedin offers more work alongside lesser living costs. Spending a night in Invercargill and my first experience as a couchsurfer (details on THAT later) will make me arrive in Dunedin a few days later… Or the decision to leave my host family. I would never have thought that you will be this much happier because of a decision like that.

 

  • As soon as you realise that you practically eat your own money, you don’t have to stuff yourself anymore and 2 meals a day are plenty. Come to think of all the times being invited at friends’ or with the own family and you get served the most outrageous meals, I start to understand why you always say ‘Thank you’.

 

  • For a few weeks now, I am drinking 1,5 litres of tea on a daily basis from my lovely ‘T-pot’ (the T stands for either, ‘thermos’ or ‘tea’). Coffee I get exclusively in cafés, for no household I visited yet had a fully automated coffee machine. (Might I be a little fussy, after all? 😀 )

 

  • As soon as you learn that doing laundry usually is going to cost you, you can get a looooot more careful in what you start wearing.

 

  • When normally I would only stop for an outrageous sunset at golden hour, my inhibition level has dropped dramatically to pull over for pictures.

 

  • Most of you might know me as a classic extrovert, an open person who always tends to not mincing matters rather than the opposite. It has shown, that I inhabit those ways best in a familiar environment. In the foreign, I learned that I very much need time for myself to process new things and to get used to new situations. As the social structure here resembles as little of what I know from familiar circles, I will sooner or later be in need for a break.

 

  • I often found myself in a secluded position, rather than in constant contact with new people.

 

  • Many travellers tell about english language dreams or similar elements as an effect of the change in language. I think in English and German equally, but was startled to find myself thinking out a conversation with my parents in English, strangely enough…

 

  • When I was given constructive criticism, often it was about my sturdily positive attitude towards life. Fortunately, that one has not changed until now. 🙂

 

  • In Queenstown I had to help to clean a building site from rubbish through the agency. Doing that, for the first time in my life I had opportunity to maneuver a right-hand drive, diesel-powered, manual transmission, pickup truck, pulling a trailer, backwards. I am a little proud of myself, as it worked out without struggling…

 

  • One of the greatest things that changed dramatically, is the relationship with my parents. You might think that there’s not much potential for that this far apart, but you are wrong. No other time I could have been more sure about how much I owe these two people than walking the other side of the earth all by myself. Every nuance of my personality has been predetermined at home and much has been shaped already. I am not a finished human being yet, but even separated from home, where many cuts and shapes are done without their supervision, I learn that their preshaping has been all wundrous and wise. No other person in this world I love more than my parents.

 

  • One idea for my return I already have: I will ‘pretend New Zealand’ as much as I can. Be it making meals I learned here, be it talking to travel acquaintances, be it listening to music you connect with the time here, be it asking the cashier who they are or be it grabbing the camera, ideally alongside some friends, and going on a roadtrip… For best results over the weekend and staying at internationally rich places. 😉

 

  • Different to the eating habits at home, here the only thing that matters in that department is the money. And when saving is the goal, you might just go with spaghetti plus pesto and apples plus the cheapest cookies on the shelf for a snack. Or else 1,5 litres of tea plus the cookies that were on sale…

 

  • What more came to my attention, is that I used to think a lot about what to take with me into the shower when on trips or recreational getaways. In the countless nights at hostels I have found the answer to the minimum requirements: You need an exact two items (sorted by relevance, descending): A towel and shower gel.

 

  • My consumption behaviour also changed, as you are on your own now. You start looking predominantly at the value for money of something, rather than choosing by brand. Because of the typical discounts in New Zealand your approach tends to get diverted rather smoothly. 🙂

 

  • As I look through the old pictures, I have to admit that, compared to the present day, I had to move much more cheek flesh when smiling back then. But the somewhat slimmer Oli is much more to my liking than the chubby-bellied Oli from 2014. So outdated! 😀

 

  • What I also noticed was that you can see my smartphone in many pictures. These days you can hardly spot it. You heard right, me, who knew every new model a year back and who recommended all the best apps, now owns a Huawei Y221. No Whatsapp, no Facebook messenger, no games. Well, I use Facebook via mobile browser, as you are FAR too cut off from the other travellers otherwise, and the Gmail app (no automatic synchronisation) for mails from employers and, more importantly, my family. Still, the only things that can make my device ring are the alarm, calls or SMS’. The rest only gets a request when I(!) want it. Initially, it was my goal to go through New Zealand without half my thoughts in my pocket. And I think I want to continue like this at home. A little ‘reset’ of the mobile usage, so to speak. 🙂

 

  • At a pretty early stage of my past, I learned that my taste in music makes my stand out rather lonely. I would have the opportunity to accept many new styles, whilst here. And indeed, I can find interest in a not too little count of songs from the different genres.

 

  • Still, my deepest admiration is towards the sounds of classical music. And here in New Zealand my passion for singing has been awoken for good. If I find a stable job in Dunedin, I might invest more into that…

Well, the Oli as you know him changes rapidly. Some of him remains, some of him will be left on the side of his road… 🙂

Dirty Work

He’s breathing and pulsating while puking out the last drops of thick, black matter as I wait and hold him upside down relentlessly. I am surrounded by snowcapped mountains and the sun shines down from a blue sky onto the industrial estate near Queenstown.
I shake him, pound his shoulder into the rim of the barrel and close up his soiled orifice.

The oil can flies point-blank into the collecting container and I manhandle the next one up to the rim of the waste oil barrel.

Shortly after that, there’s replenishment coming in. I once again stand in front of the conveyor belt and rummage through waste with my luckily, or more like necessarily, gloved hands. I fish certain kinds of plastic and nonrecyclable rubbish out of the filthy avalanche.
The idea to see all previously known order of New Zealand garbage separation on their final destination isn’t long-lasting at all. Seemingly noone washes their containers or depletes the containers of air here. Nothing of that, there is all kinds of recycling to find in one heap. Embedded in general waste. Smells, colours, shapes and sensations bring you fireworks for the senses!
Shoes, a flat iron, a telephone, rubbish bags, a docking station, a whole microwave, bent frying pans and much more can’t come close to the teeth of the further machinery. Variation is no alien concept here. 🙂

To go to one’s rubbish is as questionable of an amusement as looking through their windows. Still, it gives you a not to be underestimated view into society. What do they consume, in what way do they get rid of it, what do they throw out, what literature will you find in the trash?
Admittedly, after one day at the recycling plant you cannot answer all questions. But nevertheless, I had a nice look inside the final destination of the consumer society. My helping hand was needed for a single day only, so that I quickly popped in to the agency and got another assignment on the spot.

The very next morning I will get some more exclusive looks into unknown areas at the airport.
Two late shifts, helping to move some X-ray machines. Meanwhile, the agency looks for more technically demanding jobs for me. In Queenstown there is not much industry to be found. Though for a job that makes more use of my wits, I would be willing to move to another place. 🙂

Travelling rugged South-Islandistan

In 2 days, we travelled from lake Tekapo to Queenstown.
That plan turned out great, as the leftover time made for a relaxed and pressure free trip.

In the morning we took a closer look at Lake Tekapo.

Pictures from the outside of the ‘Church of the Good Shepherd’ are well known. Less so are shots from the outside showing the inside looking out on the outside. 😀

Our way led us through wide fields to one mountain chain after the other. I noticed that this pretty much makes the South Island…

 

 

In the old days I doubted that blue is the right colour for water. Well, that doubt has been buried for good. 🙂

The view of a cloudy Mount Cook, New Zealand’s tallest mountain.

The view of the vast valley of the Mount Cook National Park, Lake Tasman and glacier behind you.

At the i-Site in Twizel we asked for attractions in the area and afterwards went to two of those.

Lake Ohau, on of New Zealand’s most beautiful lakes. That evening we only saw the bottom part, but you can always return for more. 😉

The Clay Cliffs, massive formations of sand and rubble.

I gave in to the adventure and climbed the cliffs until I coudn’t go higher up any more…

After we spent a night at a small hostel on the countryside and learned much about New Zealand economics from the owner, an old farmer, we moved on towards Queenstown, stopping in Wanaka.

Postcard material at Lake Wanaka.

Now I am in Queenstown. This city is not big, but very pretty. I haven’t taken pictures yet, but I think I will stay a certain while.
Today I had my job interview at a temp agency and got something great out if it.
Next week already I will start working at a recycling plant for a few days. I have always asked myself how things go in recycling here. For you have to painstakingly wash and seperate everything. Soon I will know more! 🙂
Further, there is a chance I get a position as an electronics technician with a company making camera systems. That would be THE dream come true, but it is not set yet.

I miss my dear friends, whom I factually don’t have around anymore and same applies for the well known streets of Wellington. No there are no familiar places around me and I have to start over on many levels…
But slowly I start to become used to that. 🙂

On a Grand Tour

I want to write down in my diary that we went home. But we just went back to Wellington.
Elena, the last of the ‘Famous Five’ who hasn’t left Wellington, and I were in Hastings, visiting my old flat. And just then, no 12 hours after holding the loved ones over there tight, I find myself on the water between the North and the South Island.

The sea of lights, bidding Wellington one last farewell.

Now there is no house in New Zealand I can call home.

I am on my way by car. My plan: Travel to Queenstown and find a job offer for a skilled electronics technician.
Queenstown is said to be stunning. Who knows, maybe soon enough I will call that beautiful spot a home…

The visit in Hastings was outright wonderful! Being a guest where you formerly worked and lived for real, seeing the flatmates, being happy about the reunion, petting all the animals around the house, seeing the apple trees all naked and leafless. There was the feeling I only knew from my childhood, memories of a summer night with the family; where the greatest sorrow is the parents who will call for departure. Feeling carefree, feeling secure…

Not many New Zealand travellers will know how it feels to truly come back to a place. For that you have to have lived there for a while and return after some time. During a journey, this is priceless.

Even more tasty it gets when you can share the experience.
Just like a roadtrip with friends on a weekend or with a good friend or now, heading out of Christchurch alongside a French and a German girl, to get to Queenstown in three days’ time.

Marvel yourself at the splendorous South Island:

Mountains and streets.

Mountains and meadows.

Mountains and lake (Lake Tekapo).

Unbelievably beautiful, humongous, snowcapped mountains.

But the greatest moment was, when the cyclist I passed turned out to be Lea. She was one of the ‘Famous Five’ and travels the South Island by bike now. Without arranging anything, having only thoughts of solitude on my mind and out of the blue you get on of the most special kinds of encounters:

 

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