This past weekend we went to Abel Tasman National Park to do a short day hike. The park is a 2hr drive from here, and well-known for golden sandy bays. Even as we head into winter, there were quite a few other people on the trails.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Monday, May 4, 2009
Day to Day
Our daily schedules have changed quite a bit this past week. I have been busy helping a refugee family from Bhutan get settled in Nelson, and almost every day there has been something to do with them. It has been so much fun to get to know them and learn more about their own culture. They were living in a refugee camp in Nepal for the past 16 years, and the three younger kids were born there. The kids learned some English in school, so they have been the main translators and organizers for family affairs. This past weekend, Juliet (one of the other volunteers), her friend Sara, and I took the family on a picnic near a river.

Krishna, Chhatra, and their second youngest daughter, Chandra.
Here is a picture of the whole family - mother, father, one son (age 14) and 4 girls (20, 17, 9, and 7 years old). Juliet (one of my fellow volunteers) and her friend Sara are on the far right.
This is the youngest girl, Lalita, with her brother Durga Lal and Sara's 13 year old Bernese Mountain Dog, Simba. Simba was a wonderfully relaxed and sweet old dog, and the kids had fun playing with her.
The other thing that has kept me busy this week was work. I finally started nursing at the Nelson Hospital, pictured above (look closely and you will see mini AK in blue scrubs). I will be a casual nurse for 4 different units (medical, orthopedic surgery, general surgery, and rehab) and tomorrow will be my last day of orientation. I have spent one orientation day on each unit, and so far, I have really enjoyed it! I am pleasantly surprised by how much I have enjoyed getting back into nursing at the hospital. The nurses I have met are very friendly and helpful, and the patients have so many wonderful stories, that as long as I have time to listen to them every now and then, I will be a happy nurse! It is really interesting to work in a different system and learn new (sometimes better, sometimes worse) ways of doing things.
Steve continues to work from home for Ceravolo Optical Systems, based in Ottawa. As we enter the early wintery months here, we have started to need to turn on the electric oil heater. He huddles up close to it in his little work corner at the cozy cottage. It dropped to 2 Celsius last night and we woke up to one of the first frosts of the season. I have had many nurses assure me that it will get a lot colder! Thankfully, it usually gets sunny and warms up during the day.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Telescope-Making
Disclaimer: All of the following is written by a mere observer of telescope-making. In reality, it is all undoubtedly more complex than presented here. However, the telescope-maker himself was out until the wee hours of the night looking at the stars, so he is not awake to articulate all the complexities.
Ingredients:
1 large flower pot
pieces of scrap lumber
1 second-hand jigsaw
1 clean yogurt container
2 pieces of glass
very special sand and grit
garbage bags
safety glasses
bug spray
Despite not having all his reference books and tools, Steve has decided to make another telescope. Essentially, this involves shaping a piece of glass to make the mirror, and then building the frame that will hold the mirror. For his first telescope, he used the shop at his workplace in Ottawa to make the mirror, and our living room to make the rest. This time, resources are slightly different and he is making the most of very little! He has met some wonderful and wise Kiwi telescope makers, who have helped with the nitty-gritty supplies (ie. the glass, the sand and grit). This telescope will be much smaller, so hopefully not a huge production to pack for our return to Canada.
We did not get to go hiking and exploring this past weekend since my new hiking boots are being exchanged for a slightly larger size. So, instead, Steve started making the telescope mirror. This will likely be a project of several months, so if he lets me, there will be many more pictures to come.
The long-awaited phone call came this morning, and I start work next Monday, the 27th. As life would have it, this is the very same week that I happen to be unusually busy with the refugee family I am helping out. I have had a wonderful break though, and am quite ready to shift gears.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Happy Easter!
After a lovely dinner with some friends on Thursday evening, we got up early on Friday and drove to ChCh (the kiwi abbreviation for Christchurch). On the drive down we followed the east coast and got our first glimpse of the Southern Alps.
The Kaikoura Ranges were snowy and it was beautiful to see them set right next to the roaring ocean. We arrived in Chch before sunset and wandered around the Botanic Gardens and Arts Centre.
The Arts Centre was the original University of Canterbury, and the buildings and courtyards were beautiful and reminded me of my visit to Oxford University in the UK. We did drive by the 'new' university site, which is a 10 min drive from downtown, and although it had many beautiful trees throughout the campus, the buildings were all the typical 70's style.
Saturday was our designated shopping day since I still needed new hiking boots. The Nelson stores did not have many boots in my size, so we shopped and shopped and hours later I finally decided on some boots. That evening we drove to Sumner, a nearby seaside holiday town, and had fish n' chips for dinner. There are little fish n' chips shops everywhere in NZ, and we've started to figure out how to tell which ones are the good ones. It's a relatively cheap dinner, with the "fish of the day" usually around $4/fillet and a scoop of chips (plenty for two) for $3.
After leaving the park, we came across this was a quiet spot, just outside of Chch.
We continued on to Akaroa, a little town by the sea, reached by driving through idyllic rolling green pastures. There were quite a few groups of French settlers in Akaroa in the 1840's, and the town has embraced the French heritage. It felt like a taste of home to see signs in French, but it also seemed very out of place.
The town is a very popular holiday spot and it was incredibly busy by the time we got there. On the drive out, we passed long lines of cars heading there, which made us very glad we were leaving.
We were meeting up with a professional astronomer, who Steve happened to meet last week in Nelson. He had invited us to visit the observatory and so we were able to see the inner workings of the research area, and stay the night in one of the guest rooms. Above, Steve is standing next to the 1-metre telescope adjacent to the research area.
The research centre (in the foreground) was originally a US spy satellite tracking station. On the higher peak in the background, there is the MOA ("Microlensing Observations in Astrophysics") telescope jointly run with a Japanese research group, a couple smaller professional telescopes, and a little cafe and seating area.
The 360 degree views from the observatory hilltop are amazing. Unlike the bright green farmland we often see, this land is covered in dry grasslands that stretch for miles over rolling hills and end in the majestic mountains of the Southern Alps. The observatory grounds still had some snow on the ground from a few weeks ago.

We passed by so many beautiful green fields on the way home, I finally had to just pull over so I could take at least one non-blurry picture. Driving here is always a bit of an adventure... Kiwis are so used to their twisty roads that we regularly find at least one or two cars queuing up behind us. Tailgating doesn't seem to be considered an offence or sign of rage, it's just what everyone does, and in the best spirits too. Rarely do we see any signs of roadrage or anger, just a friendly honk-honk as we pull over to let cars zoom by us. Anyway, we are back in sunny Nelson now, and hope to put my new boots to good use this coming weekend. Abel Tasman National Park is only an hour away from here and we are keen to explore it!
Knowing that I have a job at the hospital starting soon, we decided to splurge and stay at the YMCA hostel for both Saturday and Sunday nights. The hostel was across the street from the Botanic Gardens, which are huge and very beautiful.
On Sunday morning, we packed up and left the hostel early. First we drove to Victoria Park, on the hills outside of Chch, where we would have had a beautiful view of the city if it hadn't been covered in a blanket of fog and mist.
We drove further south and inland to Lake Tekapo, about 3 hours away from Chch, home of the Mt John Observatory. That was also a beautiful drive and we arrived before sunset and had a few hours to take in the gorgeous views.
Lake Tekapo is a small town, but has received a lot of press in recent years due to their efforts to create a 'dark sky preserve'. The town has a lot of new, modern-looking houses being built, and a lot of the motels were full for the long weekend. There is a beautiful little stone church on the edge of Lake Tekapo, built in 1935 as a place for people to worship in the midst of the peaceful beauty of the area. Unfortunately, this is now little more than a tourist stop, and on Easter Monday, there was little peace to be found here.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Random Pics
This little Praying Mantis is the second we've come across on our patio since we moved in. He was pretty cute, especially when he followed me with his head as I moved around him.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Recent Exploration Expeditions
During the days it still feels like summer, but we can tell autumn is on the way by the chilly mornings and dewy windows. We have yet to see a lot of fall colours, but it's still relatively early.
A couple weeks ago, I pulled out all the overgrown and unidentifiable plants in one part of the garden, and planted rows of vegetable seeds. We have noticed that the majority of homes have some kind of vegetable garden, and often an apple, orange, or lemon tree as well. We have always wanted to grow our own produce, so this is our chance! We'll see how the seeds survive the 'winter' here, and how enthusiastic I remain about gardening...
Despite my pestering phonecalls and the nursing shortage, I am still waiting to hear from the hospital. In the meantime, I have started volunteering for the Refugee Services in Nelson. I just finished the training course, with about 20 other people, and in a few weeks we will welcome several Bhutanese families. Over the next 6 months, we help them with enrolling in schools, finding health care providers, learning English, setting up a home, etc. Not only is it a way for me to learn more about NZ and pass it on, but ever since seeing refugee camps on the borders of the Congo and Rwanda, I have wanted to work with refugees.
An evening walk during low tide at Tahunanui Beach, near Nelson.

This past weekend we drove to Lake Rotoiti, in Nelson Lakes National Park, about 1.5h away. A few of Steve's astronomy friends were going for a night of observing, so we went along. One of the guys had his boat there, so he and his son Tom gave us a little cruise around the lake, which was so much fun! We also learned that there are eels in the waters of New Zealand. They are protected from fishing, but hung around the dark shadows of the dock and were very curious and keen on coming up to the surface to see if we had any food for them. There were nearly a dozen of them, all a few feet long and at least 4-5 inches around. Sadly, none of my pictures of them turned out.
Here is Steve packing up his telescope. He stayed up until almost 4am and had a great time exploring the southern night sky. We realized that in the month we've been in Nelson, he's been out observing almost as many times as a year in Ottawa. That is largely due to the great weather, but also thanks to a finding a convenient site only 20 minutes outside of town.
The field where we observed and camped was covered in beautiful mosses and lichens.
Roads like this one make you hope that a) there is no earthquake and b) you don't meet a milk truck at the corner!
Near Westport is Cape Foulwind - a windswept cape with a walking trail leading to a seal colony. It isn't the season for seals to be around, but I have heard they can get quite smelly, so maybe that is the reason for the name of the cape.
We followed the path around most of the cape and took in the beautiful views.
On one side was the ocean and scraggly bushes lining the cliffs, and on the other was a humongous horse pasture with 10 beautiful horses grazing and chasing each other. I was pretty excited, to say the least. I just had to include one of my horse pictures.
This is a picture of Gibson's Beach - once a popular Sunday picnic destination for locals from Westport. There were signs warning people about getting trapped on the beach near high tide - I guess the picnics had to be timed just right!
Despite my pestering phonecalls and the nursing shortage, I am still waiting to hear from the hospital. In the meantime, I have started volunteering for the Refugee Services in Nelson. I just finished the training course, with about 20 other people, and in a few weeks we will welcome several Bhutanese families. Over the next 6 months, we help them with enrolling in schools, finding health care providers, learning English, setting up a home, etc. Not only is it a way for me to learn more about NZ and pass it on, but ever since seeing refugee camps on the borders of the Congo and Rwanda, I have wanted to work with refugees.
A pretty shot that makes Steve look much more reflective than he was.
After a few hours of sleep, we headed off exploring in the area. We drove to Lake Rotoroa, the larger of the two lakes in the national park, but did not walk around for very long since the sandflies were terrible. Sandflies are like blackflies - small, buzzing little insects with a nasty bite. We drove on to Westport, a small town on the west coast.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Catching Up
Here are a few more pictures, to fill you in on some of the sights from when we left Wellington. Below is Steve next to our fully packed station wagon, after parking on the ferry to go to the South Island. The bikes were inside the car, not inside the bike boxes on top. We couldn't quite capture the rocking motion of the ferry, but it definitely made us appreciate the quiet ride between Vancouver and Victoria.
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