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Limpid Pools

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When I was a kid, I loved to go skinny dipping. Everything about it was tingly and exciting and made me feel so very alive and somehow naughty, though I couldn’t explain why… I had my places… I’d follow the creek, ours or someone else’s – sooner or later there’d always be a pool. And mostly they were conveniently tucked away where no one could see me. Places like this. And if they weren’t exactly like this, I would close my eyes and let my hair float around my head, let my arms and legs float free in the gently swirling waters and be transported anywhere my imagination wanted.

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12/08/2012 at 11:46 pm

Top of the Hill

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Love the way these cows all made their way to the top of the hill… the original photo is nearly three times as wide with cows on top from end to end… but it just didn’t suit the 700 pixel limitation on a blog.

It was one of those ‘all-weather’ kind of days, storming, bucketing for a while and then suddenly clearing and sunny for another wee while and then back to stormy weather. The cows and sheep did not seem to notice at all. They kept their heads down. There was grass to be eaten…

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12/08/2012 at 1:33 am

Broken Bridge

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Spotted this decaying old bridge on the way down to Tongariro, but went right past. It stuck in my mind though and I made a point of looking out for it on the way back…

Can’t quite explain it, but it feels so desolate, so absolutely lost and forgotten. The stream it once traversed is dried up, probably diverted for irrigation purposes. I don’t know – no  sign of it nearby. No houses or buildings of any kind. Just this old broken bridge. Like the remains of a dinosaur.

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10/08/2012 at 11:11 pm

Chateau Tongariro Chandelier

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No, we did not stay in the Chateau.

We travelled down to Tongariro with friends from our photography club, and so we stayed at a hostel, The Ski Haus. Let’s just say it was basic. Our room could have slept five – contained nothing but beds and the tiniest bedside table. Not even a rubbish bin – never mind a chest of drawers or television or clock, though it did have an en suite bathroom, which is really our minimum standard requirement. But it was cheap and comfortable and had a great view. I am sure the Chateau was also very comfortable and definitely had million dollar views – but cost three times what the Ski Haus charged for our room. ($78NZ for the big room with ensuite, but only $22 per night for folks sleeping in the dorms.)

We had intended to go there for high tea on our last day, but they did not serve until 11 and we were keen to get on the road. So instead of tea-cakes and nibbles and coffee and tea served in fine china, we pulled out our cameras and started clicking… The Chateau was built in 1929, before the crash, and is an antipodean tribute to the luxury of the day. It has been meticulously maintained and undergone a few restorations over the years, but managed to avoid the kind of gutting renovation so popular in the 60s and 70s. The lobby and public rooms are like a movie set – still the 1920s, with sumptuous draperies, velveteen furniture, heavy wooden tables. But the centrepiece is this wonderful chandelier in the middle of the main lounge. Simply stunning…

Maybe we’ll stay there next time. Maybe… or maybe it will be the Ski Haus again… here’s our room as we were packing up to go… we managed to both fit on the double bed, though it did involve a bit of snuggling and cuddling to keep from falling off…

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09/08/2012 at 12:55 am

Sunset over Tongariro & Ngauruhoe II

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Grrr… not sure what is going on with WordPress these days. This is the second time recently that I’ve published a post and it came up empty… and of course, no way to recover the text of my utterly brilliant missive… No doubt operator error – I’ve only done a thousand of these… Grrr…

It’s been that kind of day to be honest – I come home yesterday from a perfect weekend away at Tongariro National Park, and today the bloody volcano erupts! I feel so robbed… It was completely quiet and peaceful when we were there, with no rumblings or indications of pending eruption. I’m having a good long chat with the Universe tonight – I thought we were a lot closer than this. Surely I should have been informed.

In any case, that is Tongariro on the left and Ngauruhoe on the right – sunset on Saturday night.

On Sunday, Bobby and I were on Tongariro, checking out the Tongariro Crossing, one of the great treks here in New Zealand, 19.4 kilometres (~12 miles) of rugged, avalanche prone, windswept winter walking, which, to be honest, is not my cuppa tea. So we did the first bit and took some photos. See?

And not a hint of what was to come. Damn! What a story that would have been!

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08/08/2012 at 12:11 am

Sunset over Tongariro & Ngauruhoe

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07/08/2012 at 11:16 pm

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