Mount Cook

Another day off the ship had a few of us heading out in to try and catch a glimpse of the highest mountain in New Zealand. It was the first time we’d docked in Timaru and the we had the option of either mooching about the local town which seemed a little deserted or hire a car and see how far we could get in the time we had…

Seeing as I was the only one who drove on the left (correct) side of the road I was the designated driver and after we found a local car hire place we set off.

The place was pretty flat up until the mountain range. It basically gave us a view of the mountain as we drove towards it… but it was clear we were never going to get to the base of it with the time we had. Drive, drive, drive… Is it getting nearer yet? Nope. Still appears to be the same distance away?? Thankfully there was a nice little stop on route at Lake Tekapo. It was a glacial lake and the colours were just unbelievable…


No photoediting there… They are the actual colours… and no it didn’t look real in person either?! You can just see Mount Cook in the distance…


I’ll pop a few extra photos up just to give you an idea of how it looked…


I normally try and avoid getting myself in a photo but seeing as we were all taking about 3 million photos that day I guess it was inevitable I’d get caught in 1 or 2…


… and I guess I may as well leave you with a nice close up of the peak of Mount Cook… We can pretend we were standing on the top… I think at last count they made it about 3750 meters or so… Looks a little chilly… I’ll stick with pretending…

More biking

So I’m writing this at approx. 6am. Had a patient for the night shift and grabbed a few minutes to just update you about a day out in Picton a while ago.

So I did what I normally do and grab a bike off the ship. I’m told that they’re all pretty new bikes so I’ve got my hopes up that the brakes work and the tyres are pumped up. I’m not disappointed. Such a sparkly fluorescent green thing. Perfect. The doctor also wants to come along so off we go on a jaunt around the coast that we really wouldn’t have had time to see on foot.

We find a beach thats pretty perfect for skimming stones, spend a few minutes there before moving on…


You see… what a lovely day. The next stop was also pretty cool. Kinda looked like a beach but less sand and more shallow waters…


Goodness knows how far we were from the ship now. But it didn’t matter. We had lovely new bikes. They could go for miles. We could peddle for miles. I even had time to look at the ground and point at the shells…


… and then point at the random large holes in the ground and wander what kind of creatures you might find wandering out of them at night…???


Maybe we’ll never know?

As you can see all this was very nice and relaxing but we do eventually have to turn back round and head to the ship. On our fancy new bikes. That couldn’t possibly go wrong.

Peddle, peddle, peddle, peddle… snap.

Yep, that was definatly a snap. Coming from my bike. 

OK well we’ve travelled approximately 20 meters back to the ship, and that snap was my chain.

Right. Let’s wrap that chain up in a towel as proof to the man in charge of bikes (no I didn’t sell the chain), grab hold of the seat and start running.

It seemed so much shorter and cooler on the way out here. Now there’s a few extra beads of sweat forming, partly from the exertion, partly from that nervous feeling that we might not make it back to the ship in time. Well mainly from that second point actually.

Doc was given the duty of trying to flag some locals down. Someone must have a trailer?

Lots of thumbs up from the motorists as they drove by… Thanks for the encouragement.

But what’s that in the distance?! One of them has actually stopped…

After a quick chat explaining our situation, he threw our bikes in the back of his Land Rover and just like that we made it back to the ship. I think his name began with the letter D. Maybe Dave? Maybe Dom? I forget… 

The main thing is we made it back and I can continue to write more nonsense on this blog…