We will start the story of our first road trip in New Zealand somewhere from the middle. More precisely halfway between the cities of Nelson and Hanmer Springs, at the upper portion of South Island …
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Before we carry on with our stories of New Zealand, it’s imperative we introduce our faithful readers to Alfredo, the newest member of the FamilyGoneSailing family:
This is a well belated post. One full year late, to be frank.
It is the story of a road trip we did last year, during cyclone season in the South Pacific.
One of these days we rented a car to visit the inner side of Nuku Hiva:
It was one scenic drive and the camera was active all the time, as you will see on this post:
The road was winding and cut through the island’s lush vegetation:
With beautiful vistas of the many waterfalls:
And the fascinating harbors around the Island. On this picture, Taiohae Bay as seen from above, with Pesto being one of the small white dots in the middle:
We drove across the island toward the North coast, stopping at an archeological site on the way:
Paulo and Raquel explored one of the Tikis found on the ground:
The intricate work of banana leaves which make up the cover of the palapa:
And the delicate work of nature which make up for such a lush ecosystem:
The petroglyphs aren’t easy to find, hidden by the moss that grows everywhere:
Just another bridge that we crossed:
Nature is so abundant here. We were in awe by this tree, so huge it was (can you spot Raquel on the picture?). It felt like we had been transported the planet of the film Avatar:
Locals live in a balanced way with nature here. This old truck, instead of being left to rot, was transformed into a garden. How cool is that:
Arriving to the North side of the Island, the vistas got really breathtaking:
Now, this is one proper beach!
We were surprised by the size of the church at Hatiheu. Its capacity is probably twice the size of the tiny village’s population:
Speaking of surprises, guess who we met there? Our dear friends of sv Enough. We left La Cruz on the same day, did most of the Puddle Jump within 100 miles of each other, and arrived on the same day to Nuku Hiva – at different places, though, and had not seen each other yet:
On the day we did the island drive, they also decided to do a hike from where they were – a beach inaccessible by land – to visit the tiny village of Hatiheu. Both families arrived there at the same time, and we met:
Coincidence? nah – the more I live, the less I believe they exist. It was a most pleasant surprise to meet with them !
It was time to keep going. We were now headed West, along the rugged northern shore:
No caption can make justice to this picture and the vista it encompasses:
Same for this beach:
How could we not take a selfie there, right?
At this stage, we let the kids ride on the back of the truck:
As we kept going, they relished upon seeing all the animal life that roams free on this island. The horses are everywhere:
We saw this one farmer taking care of some horses, but most we saw seemed to roam free indeed:
There were also cows. This mom was feeding her baby in the middle of the road, and she appreciated that we were willing to wait until the little one was done:
This other cow was on the roadside, and you can tell by her looks that she wasn’t as appreciative as the other. As we stopped to watch – and take this picture – it charged toward us. Adriana feared for the kids on the back of the truck, while I feared for the car’s insurance deductible. Luckily it has good acceleration and I was able to get out of the cow’s reach before it inflicted any damage:
There were also wild boars:
And free-range chicken. All along the way. They made major efforts to try and be ran over by us. Our instincts were good that day though, and we frustrated all of them – not even one having been stamped on the pavement by the truck:
The road took a turn to the left, and we climbed up again toward the center of the island. As we gained altitude, the ecosystem changed accordingly:
We made frequent stops to check the views and enjoy the fresh air:
Here, I was telling one of my jokes to Paulo as Adriana and Raquel explored the surroundings:
On this other one, I pranked him and stopped the truck on top of this small puddle. An irony, for a boy who had just done the “Puddle Jump”:
The road keeps going up toward the center of the island, taking us way above the clouds. The same clouds that kept us so wet during our sailing voyage were now lying tamed under our feet:
At the summit, it felt indeed we had reached the top of the world:
And that crowned what was one very special day here in the Marquesas. One that got this family’s highest Stamp of Approval!