sailorette’s diary - a diary writen by a sailorette for her loved ones to read after returning safely home from sea

I was putting on my pants this morning and thought I should write a post about this particular pair. You may recall, dear readers, my post about flying to New Zealand and the escapade of our lost bags. Well one good thing came from it, and that was that we had to go out and buy some pants, and what excellent pants we bought.

Thunderpants may look a tad on the ridiculous side but are probably the most comfortable pants I’ve ever worn. They’ve got some really groovy prints, and seem to be fashioned a bit on granny pants. Sadly I don’t think they’re available in the UK - I checked out the claimed stockist in Hampstead but they don’t seem to be selling them anymore,bah - but if you are in NZ I would definitely recommend rocking down and getting a pair.

On Saturday 17th February 2007 Nico, Gustav and I checked 3 bags at London Heathrow Airport for Quantas flight QF10 towards Melbourne Australia. On the morning of Monday 19th February 2007 we transfered to Jetstar flight QF350 to Christchurch, New Zealand. On the afternoon of Monday 19th February 2007 we landed in Christchurch, New Zealand.

Our bags did not arrive.

After trying to communicate with some very unresponsive people, filing paper work, phoning a number, further communication with more unresponsive individuals, sending irate emails, phoning more numbers, purchasing replacement ’surfer-dude’ clothes… we awoke the next morning to set off on our trip around the South Island of New Zealand, via Christchurch Airport. The date: Tuesday 20th February 2007.

Our bags arrived.

On February 22nd 2007 we recieved a reply to our email:

We apologise for the inconvience that was caused to you on your trip. Could you please send us the receipts for your expenses along with the bag tag numbers,boarding pass, ticket details and your file reference number

Thank you for your patience

Regards,
Doreen
Jetstar International Baggage Services ( Claims )

We collated all the necessary materials. Around 1 month later I spring cleaned.
I still had my boarding card, flight details and bank statements. After an email it was agreed this would suffice.

Today, Thursday 5th April 2007, I recieved this email:

Dear Mr. Tyrer,

We have contacted our claims department and as per JetStar Claim Policies you are entitled to a claim amount of 40 Australian Dollars.

To enable the payout please provide us with your bank details, such as bank name and branch, account name, account number and BSB code. Alternatively if you would like a cheque payout, please advise.

Await your reply.
Thank you,
Roxanne
Senior Baggage Officer
JetStar International Baggage Service (Claims)

$40 Australian Dollars comes to £16.56. Its not that this amount doesn’t come close the transactions on the bank statement (£150) - the clothes we bought, we might have bought anyway.

This comes down to principle and corporate responsibility. It seems this it the theme of the month

to Z. It is almost the furthest we could have gone from the little island of Britain. A journey of 24 hours, 4 countries and 13 hours later. A journey through the sky to bring us to the Land of the Long White Cloud. Aotearoa. New Zealand.

is for Best ice-cream in New Zealand. Our first stop when we landed, was to drive up to the peninsula and have an ice cream. Boyesnberry ice cream is marvellous. It won the Silver New Zealand Ice Cream Award

is for Christchurch, the largest city on the South Island, pop 300,000. Twas our first stop in New Zealand and a city to set the scene for the country’s ‘borrowed’ towns - taking scottish, spanish and english architecture and blending it to create disneyland-like streets.

is for Dunedin: our next stop and a city that boasts the world’s steepest street and a near exact replica of Glasgow University. We sampled some rather weird coffee and took a ride on the taieri gorge railway, originally started in 1879 to provide easy transport for livestock and provisions to the upspring of gold mining settlements.

is for Elspeth - one of my best friends, a doctor, a one-in-a-million and a certified, bonidfied citizen of New Zealand. She lives in Christchurch and currently works in plastic surgery, not the boobjob kind, but the saving-skin-cancer kind. Doctors have a law, that they must stop if someone is injured. During the holiday, a hells angels crashed in front of her parent’s camper van. Elp ran to his rescue. I think her patient wished she’d been a bike miracle mechanic rather than a doctor.

is for Fiordlands. New Zealand is very remarkable for is small size, and very wide glacial valleys. When a glacier erodes away the bottom of a valley near a coastline so that it drops below sea level, a Fjord is formed. The first european settlers in New Zealand called these areas Sounds. I’m not entirely sure why, but a Sound is different to a Fjord. In order to rectify their misnaming, the Kiwi’s called the area the Fiorlands. All they need now is a ‘j’.

is for Glaciers. The reminants of the glaciers that created the Fiordlands still exist. We took an early evening helicopter ride over Fox Glacier and it’s neighbour, Franz Josef. I was surprised to read that it was a geology student who discovered that the Fox Glacier was again moving down the mountain.

is for History, and not much of. The country of New Zealand is a very young country. It was settled less than 200 years ago but was first found by the dutch explorer, Abel Tasman, in 1642. This is what gives it cities and towns a feeling that they came out of a box and would fit perfectly on a model railway track. The country of Aotearoa, on the other hand, is over 1200 years old. The first settlers were polynesian sea travellers who called their land the ‘island of the long white cloud’. These were the Maori, the first people of New Zeland. A people who, before the europeans came along, had no written language and remembered history through song.

is for increadible scenery through Arthur’s Pass - a visual orgasm for our eyes… and the best was still yet to come.

is for Jumping. Out of Airplanes and off bridges. While the first modern bungee jump was made in Bristol in 1 April 1979, the first commercial bungee jumpwas done in Auckland, New Zealand by a Mr A J Hackett.

is for Kaikora. After Arthur’s Pass and picking up Elp’s parents, here we headed - a small fishing and surfing town on the east coast of the South Island. We stayed in the theatrical Apopka Lodge, a hostel filled with driftwood-framed photographs of the first white family to settle there, alongside elk heads mounted on dark red velvet wallpaper. Here, we became entertainers of the sea, singing and swimming alongside wild dusky dolphins.

is for Lakes. I forgot to mention Te Anau! a lovely lake where we stayed during our first week at the Backpackers Lodge on the hillside. Here the quest for Gustav’s dream kitchen, ended, and we spent a day Kyaking in…

is for ilford Sounds. Here we took a days trip kyacking around the marvellous sounds. The Maori legend says that the Earth Mother, Papatuanuku and Sky Father, Ranginui (great names!) gave their son a greenstone hammer to carve out the south Island. They say he needed practice alot of practice, and by the time he reached Milford, he had reached perfection. While we were in New Zealand, a man had tried to cross the Tasman Sea in a kyak and had drowned the day after he saw land. His wife and son had been waiting in Milford Sounds to greet him.

is for Name. The name New Zealand actually originates from Dutch explorers naming the islands after “Nova Zeeland”, a place in holland. Captain cook then anglicised this name to become the name we call it now.

is for Organisation of fuel distribution. Elspeth is a paranoid petrol petroller. In our first week travelling, we had 6 fuel stops. Distance travelled: around 900 miles. Our Second week, we had 2 fuel stops; distance travelled: around 700 miles. I don’t think I need to say who drove the first week.

is for Picton. After Kaikora we drove up this harbour town, where you take the ferry across to Wellington. A very nice peninsual here with a lovely walk down to the sea marking old Maori Pa’s - guarding settlements set up to watch against other tribes. When the Europeans tried to first settle New Zealand, they were defeated by the ferorcity of the Maori’s. If the Maori’s had managed to band together, the europeans would probably have given up. As it was, the internal wars between the Maori’s were not resolved…

is for Queenstown. A town we all would have liked to visit, but didn’t have the time. We drove past the local bungiejump (see J is for Jumping) but decided to visit the Chard Farm vineyard instead (see W is for Wine).

is for Roasted poo. New Zealand may have remarkable scenery, but they really do have crap coffee.

is for So beautiful. After Picton, we stayed one night on D’urville Island Resort, named after the French Explorer D’urville, who charted French Pass - the sea between the island and the mainland. We could have stayed there longer. A beach view from our bedroom, glow-worms in waterfall grottoes, Kayacking and Stingrays, hikes up the old school track, our neighbours the Takahe Bird. And there was still more to see, do and relax in. The resort was owned by a South African who had one undersized leg. When he was 4 years old, he was in an accident and broke his leg. When the doctors came to take off the bandge, they removed it rather clumsily. What they didn’t realise was the leg had been badly burnt, and the skin had disintigrated. His leg is undersized because he only has one muscle left.

it for Tramping - the Kiwi term for tramping. Beware when taking a kiwi tramp, as their grades of difficulty parallel their fitness levels. Elspeth and I took a walk that was described as “fit for all ages”. There was hardly any track and as Elp exclaimed “my gran’s rather fit, but she would never have been able to do that!”

is for Unexplored territory. Most of New Zealand is unexplored, and perhaps more noteworthy, unnamed. If you so wished, you could go find a mountain, and name it after your favourite sheep.

is for Very tasty food.

is for Wine. There are 10 main wine regions in New Zealand and our second last day was spent travelling through one at Wairau valley. Our first stop was Johanneshof wines, a german owned vineyard guarded by a very old dog. Next was an Organic Vineyard owned by the director of the Harry Potter movies and here we had a very interesting chat about organic growing, the fall of the American empire and chinese wine. Fromm was a very nice winery, swiss owned that probably did the best pinot’s out of the lot. Stay away from Spy Valley. Unfortunately for us, the South Island is more focused on Chardonnay’s but it still has a good selection of Pinot Noirs. Amongst the ones we tried, these in particular stood out:

Fenton Road, Central Otago
The Tiger, Chard Farm, Queenstown
Pinot Noir, Fromm, Wairau Valley
Pinot Noir, Johanneshof, Malborough

is for ‘Xcellent holiday. Brilliant trip. But I don’t think i’ll move there. The country definitely lacks an essential ingreadient that I seek for.

is for “You think you’ve done it without any problems… then you’re boyfriend’s passport falls apart and theres a strong possibility you might have to leave the country without him”. Luckily the NZ customs called all 3 countries and made sure he could pass through. As it turned out, Nico didn’t show his passport once after leaving NZ.

is for zzzzzzzzz… the jetlag wasn’t that bad… I was a willow zombie at work (the day I landed)… but the readjustment to a normal human being wasn’t too painful.

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