Thursday, November 19, 2009

New Caledonia,

My time in New Caledonia comes to an end, it has gone really really fast like all destinations before but this one is the one in which I stay the least.
Actually it started awkwardly with a lengthy path through the customs convinced, because I have messy hair, a beard and have lived in the Netherlands, that I was trying to import drugs; then there was the feeling that it was a bit like Caen (much warmer though) with the language, all brands and shops, and the organisation of buildings that I knew, and finally on my second day I heard a native (called kanaks) shouting at me "Go back home" ("Rentrez chez vous" en francais, j ai beaucoup aime l emploi du vouvoiement). For those who do nto know NC, this small island (300,000 citizens) has a strong independence feeling and is due to vote around 2014 to decide to stay French or not.

But these details have been quickly erased first by the wonderful welcome I received from my uncle, the kindness of most of the locals, the relaxed atmosphere and the beauty of the island that boasts tropical weather hence vegetation and that is surrounded by a coral reef hence has marvelous snorkeling sports.

(I swear my uncle was happy I was there)

New Caledonia is not a backpacker place so my experience here has been different from the rest.
In my 3-days trip in the North of the island I did camping, giving rides to hitch-hikers and getting absolutely soaked due to the rainy weather.
I had a car then I resorted to camping because there are no youth hostels there. And I did camp for the 1st time since I was 12/13. My pride these days has been to be able to set my tent up by myself and without the manual (I know you think it's stupid but at first I had all these parts and I really wondered how to put them together; it's a bit like driving a BMW after years of Fiat Uno, things have changed so much that I needed to sit back and figure out how to do it) and not get flooded because it was raining cats and dogs that day. Another nice thing of camping in NC is that you get awaken by cockerels (and after similar experiences in Laos I can confirm that some cockerels do not wait for the sunrise to sing). On my second night I was alone in the camping and the dog of the owner was my guardian (like in South East Asia, there are always some animals wandering around).


After getting lifts in NZ I had the opportunity to give lifts myself. The first man I picked up asked my phone number as soon as he heard I was coming from Normandy ("c est la ou on fait le calva, hein?") and wanted me to bring him some calvados the next time I would come back from France. Then I had also these two young men who were farmers and had to go to Noumea, the big city (80,000 people); they were so happy to be farmers ("we can go and walk around in the fields or go fish in the sea") and they asked me again "do you smoke?" because they told me that here in NC "it is like Jamaica!". Well I've never been to Jamaica (and I probably won't because I would die of a reggae overdose) but for sure here people like smoking if I judge by the number of people who talked about it. The last people I took were a family who could not go to the marketplace because the bus was full and they gave me a kilo of lychee just because I drove them an hour to the village.

My trip in the North of the island was very funny because it reminded me a lot about South East Asia. As I said the scenery was a bit similar, I crossed a river on a wooden platform which reminded me of the bamboo train of the similar platforms I took in several occasions there. There was also all the animals wandering around including on roads and the extremely relaxed pace of life. Due to the rain I saw big waterfalls definitively much better than most of the ones that are marked as tourists spots in many countries. The North is gorgeous with the mountains coming right next to the sea so on the one hand you have the slopes with the tropical trees and on the other side the blue sea.
(on the right, the chicken of Hienghen)

But I would say what is really incredible in NC is the sea and the life in the sea. There are snorkeling spots all around the island and some very good ones (which seem to be the result of people feeding the fish). I went to a small island south of NC main island (l Ile des Pins) and there I went to a natural pool that was simply magnifique despite the overcast weather. So I imagine what it looks like when it's clear sky.... The marine reserve (Phare Amedee) was also stunning. Here are a few pictures.

(le Phare Amedee)


(la piscine naturelle a l ile des Pins)

Finally NC is also famous for its nickel ore and the country has many mines. Next to this there is what is called the "maquis minier" (mining bush) with is a low vegetation combined with the red ground. I went to a park where it was prospected some years ago and now the rivers flowing through are used to feed a lake itself used for a hydro-station plant. The lake has drowned a forest which in normal times (the lake was really low) would show only the top of the trees in a kind of surreal environment.


Finally I really had an excellent time here and as I was told it is easy to find a job well, this is just one more possibility but not top of my list. Anyway NC has many charms and I would recommend it probably for a honeymoon destination (since many of you think it is a time to settle down) because some parts of it has some taste of paradise.

Sunday, November 08, 2009

Southern Island c est deja fini.

Tomorrow in Noumea it is now time to speak a bit about the wonderful time I had in the Southern Island of New Zealand. And I could have easily stayed 3 more weeks because there are many places I did not have time to visit.
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A bit like Laos I love here the incredible scenery (the best I have ever seen) with the concentration of lakes, peaks with snow, the sea not far, ferns everywhere and nature just nature.
To show you why here are a few panoramic videos I made:
in Akaroa: one side the sea and on the other one a lake.
In Arthur's Pass, views from the top and from the bottom
Lake Wanaka and my first rays of sunshine 3 weeks ago
Te Anau and its lake after a frantic hike







I did my multi-day trek in the Abel Tasman NP. 3 days and 38 kms with my backpack (quite heavy at the start and getting lighter as I was eating). I was with Jonathan and Sandra who made me revised my quebecois. We survived an early passing of a freezing river, the snorring of an old lady in the hut (reminds me some nights at my grand parents house when I was young), the sand-flies for a really nice trek.

As you can see I'm growing a beard (no idea when I will shave ot trim it). There are three weeks between the first and the last picture.

Finally after a break in Australia I found it really easy to backpack again. I met many people and finally traveled only 2 days solo. I enjoyed it a lot and if you like wild nature I would recommend anyone to go one day in NZ. Read the article about the hitch-hiking to see how I met many people.


In 2 weeks I'll visit the Nothern Island and there will be a great moment with a rugby game between France and the All Blacks (in France) that I will undoubtedly go and watch in a bar (I can't wait).

Luck follows me

That is not new but once again I have an example that not much can go against me this year.
I'm flying tomorrow to New Caledonia, the only flight outside my round-the-world ticket and therefore whose date I cannot change. To get my flight from Auckland I had a flight this morning in Queenstown.
The problem is that until last night after 20.00 I was convinced I would fly tomorrow to Auckland and the day after to Noumea. Therefore I was last night in Wanaka with the intention to hitch-hike today to Queenstown.
My stress level went through the roof went I found out and how I found out is my luck. I was cooking in the kitchen and I heard some people talking about what day it is. Then my luck was that there was a bus that would get me on time to the airport!!!
It all went fine this morning.

Over the months I had many examples like how I found my work, how I got the pick-ups hitch-hiking etc etc... so fingers crossed that it will go on.

Friday, November 06, 2009

Hitch-hiking stories

After the motorbikes chronicles in May here ate some stories about my new way to move. This is not typically Kiwi but here it is quite safe to do it and since buses are ridiculously expensive I decided to try it and I've never stopped since then.

I have just finished my trip in the Southern Island of NZ and it involved about 2,000 kms hitch-hiking.
A few anecdotes about it:
My first time it took me 87 cars and one hour to get a pick-up. I had given myself 2h before giving up. I was picked up by three French guys who did a detour in order to drop me at my destination!!!
My second time was better (10 mns and 9 cars) and my last was the best: first car!!!

But it did not always go easy and I had two times when it was hard work.
The most difficult was my trip between Christchurch and Lake Tekapo. It took me 8h for something that takes usually 3h30!! After more than 3h I was only 20kms out of Christchurch (and most of it thanks to a lady who saw me waiting for more than 45 mns next to where she worked and spontaneously offered to get me to the edge of town), walking alongside a dusty road where nobody dared to have pity of me. At that point I was in doubt to go on when I saw a minivan stopping and two friends met a week before came out. They passed me a first time and when they recognised me they turned around to pick me up. Thanks so much Theo and Olga. A few hours later I was in Lake Tekapo. In total I needed 5 pick-ups to get there.

I also met many nice people, as many Kiwis as tourists. For instance I met a hunter who almost proposed me to work as an agent for him with French hunters; I met New Zealanders who let me stay in their cars when they were stopping (the trust Kiwis have in others is so incredible for us Europeans); I met tourists that told me they would never pick-up anyone at home but here they do it because it is quite common. Thanks to all of you for all these experiences.

I have convinced three people here that they could do it. For those interested try there are two major tricks: be at the right place (not easy in big cities) and always smile whatever happens. In fact there are many friendly people who make signs even if they do not pick you up but there are also the ones who look straight as if they had not seen you or the ones who drive off you as if I would try to jump on their cars.

I might try one day in France but I am quite sure I'll never get picked up ;-)

I love NZ mentality