Kaikoura, lobster and my first blue whales

Today I drove up the east coast of New Zealand’s South Island from Christchurch to Kaikoura, a destination famous for its marine life. Around half way along the road, a sign offered a scenic drive around Gore Bay. It wasn’t in either of my guide books but I decided to give it a try, and was rewarded with one of those “off the beaten track” discoveries that makes travelling fun. After a bit of driving past some interestingly-shaped cliffs (the Cathedral Gully), a little path planted with sub-tropical flowers led from the road to the beach. I was almost the only one there, and took time to savour a moment of solitude.

A pretty path leads to Gore Beach
Gore Beach

Refreshed, I completed the rest of the day’s driving, checked into my hotel and spent the late afternoon wandering around Kaikoura’s wild peninsula, which was raised nearly two metres from the sea during a recent earthquake. There were views over the bay to far-off mountains……..

Scenery on the Kaikoura Peninsula track

……lots of fur seals……

Lazy fur seals on the Kaikoura Peninsula

…and birds……

Kaikoura Peninsula – a black and white shag

….and wild scenery and cliffs.

The scenic Kaikoura Peninsula

My hike was probably only about 10km but walking on the pebbly shore and then up and down steep slopes was quite tiring. It was getting dark and cold when I reached my car, with evening approaching. I needed a good dinner to warm me up…….and found one on my way back home at “Cod and Crayfish”, a fish and chip shop on the main road going through the city. What New Zealander’s call a crayfish – in Maori, Koura – would be more often called a rock lobster in other parts of the world. Kaikoura (meaning “eat lobster” in Maori) is supposed to be the best place in New Zealand to taste some, so I enjoyed a feast of lobster and blue cod with chips for my dinner.

A Kaikoura crayfish feast

Although the walk around Kaikoura’s peninsula was nice, most people come here to venture onto the sea in search of whales and dolphins. I was no exception, and next morning I checked in for a whale-watching flight with Air Kaikoura. It is also possible to look for whales by boat, but I remembered my unsuccessful excursion in Iceland when I spent four hours on the sea only to see one small minka whale, so I opted for a shorter and (surprisingly) cheaper option. I set off from Akaroa airfield with a group of six other tourists plus the pilot in a small Cessna plane for a forty-minute flight.

Setting off to look for whales with Air Kaikoura

We all scanned the sea intently, faces pressed to the plane’s windows and cameras in hands or paws, but saw nothing. The pilot’s initially enthusiastic commentary and explanation about the lives of whales trailed off, and slowly people began to drop their arms and sit back in their seats. I looked at my watch – our forty minutes was up. I had resigned myself to yet another unsuccessful whale hunt, when suddenly…..

What’s that? Maybe…..Yes, a blue whale!

…..a blue whale appeared. The blue whale is the largest animal ever to inhabit the earth, and a truly amazing sight. Soon, two more blue whales appeared out of nowhere.

Two more blue whales!

The pilot swooped down, circling so that each side of the plane could get a close look. He was visibly excited, and said that even he only saw blue whales once ever two or three weeks or so, and hardly ever three at once.

Close ups of one of the blue whales

It was a wonderful experience watching these majestic animals making their way through the ocean, and ticked off one of my bucket-list items, that I thought I might never achieve. I don’t normally mention commercial enterprises in my blog, but I really have to say thanks here to Air Kaikoura for extending our flight by nearly half so that we could observe the whales properly. It was a fitting end to my stay in Kaikoura, and I set off on the long coastal road up to far north of the North Island in good spirits.

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A rally around Mull

Today I had a simple plan – to explore the small coastal roads on the west of Mull,  before reaching the port of Fionnphort, from where I had booked a boat trip to Staffa Island, with its famous Fingal’s Cave.

I set off early, aiming to have about an hour free for a leisurely lunch before the boat trip started at 12.15.  The coast road was pretty, very narrow, and very wild. I stopped several times to take photos. 

Driving along the west coast of Mull
Calgary beach on Mull’s north west coast

There was very little traffic, but after an hour, I met a large 4×4 coming the other way and ducked into a passing place to let him past me.  The driver stopped alongside me and told me that the road ahead was closed for roadworks, and would remain closed for over an hour, and that he had decided it would be quicker to turn around and try another route.  He asked me where I was headed and raised his eyebrows when I told him Fionnphort – it was obviously no longer easy to get there.  After a bit of thinking he advised a route through somewhere called Dervaig and reconnecting with the main road that skirted around the east of the island. 

I considered my options quickly.  If I carried on, I would probably be late for my boat – but I might have a chance if the roadworks were quicker than the man had said.  On the other hand, I had no idea how long the new route would take – there was no phone connection and so no chance to judge the time on Google Maps.  My car’s Satnav was also useless – it refused to consider any option other than the way I had been going. All the same, I decided to take a chance with the huge detour that had been recommended.  After fifteen minutes I found the junction for Dervaig, and regained phone connection.  Google estimated my ETA at Fionnphort as 12.20 – five minutes late, and the satnav had now also recalculated the route with an arrival time of 12.15.   I might make it!   I put my paw to the floor and hurtled along the tiny road leading through Dervaig, grimacing as the car wheels hit potholes or the bottom of the car scraped on the surface of the road.  

Google and Satnav gave continuing feedback on my efforts by adjusting their arrival times; I was pleased that I was keeping up with their schedule and convinced that I could make up some time when the road got better. From the minor road through Dervaig I reached the main coastal road and then branched off into the mountains.  The road cut through spectacular mountain scenery, but I was too busy driving to appreciate it, never mind stop to take photos.  It started to rain hard, and I wondered if I really wanted to do the boat trip after all.  Finally, the road left the mountains and ran along the south coast of the island. The traffic got heavier, and more and more often I was stuck behind slower vehicles or having to stop in passing spaces to let oncoming cars go past.  Google’s ETA edged up – 12.21, 12.23, 12.24…. 

I stopped to call the tour operator and told them I would be about 10 minutes late.  They were very relaxed and said they would wait for me.  The very last stretch of road was even busier, with roadworks being the next hazard to be overcome.  I finally arrived at Fionnphort at 12.34 – 20 minutes late.  I grabbed the parking space closest to the jetty (normally reserved for buses), decided not to waste time buying a parking ticket, and ran to find the captain of our boat waiting patiently for me, and a large group of more agitated tourists.  I gasped some apologies and jumped aboard, hiding in the cabin to conceal my embarrassment whilst the other tourists enjoyed the fresh air on deck.

Fortunately, the weather had turned sunny and soon everyone was in a good mood again. First, the boat met with a group of seals sunning themselves on a rock………..

Seals near Fionnphort

……before reaching spectacular Staffa Island after 30 minutes’ sailing, with its dark basalt rocks rising vertically from the sea. There is a legend that hexagonal blocks that make up the island were laid by a giant, who built a bridge between Ireland and Scotland that also included Giant’s Causeway in Northern Ireland. In reality the hexagonal blocks in both places are the result of molten lava cooling after the same huge volcanic eruption 60 million years ago.

Staffa Island

The boat positioned itself so that we could see the famous Fingal’s Cave, where the sea has eroded the blocks to form a spectacular cavern.

The entrance to Fingal’s Cave

Next, the boat moored on the island and the captain gave us an hour to look around.  I headed straight to the cave, beating the rush of the other passengers and taking more photos.

Inside Fingal’s Cave

After that, I headed off to visit the puffin breeding colony on the other side of the island.  When I arrived, the puffins were all bobbing up and down on the surface of the sea, far below the cliffs where expectant tourists were waiting.   I sat and waited, admiring the beautiful views and enjoying the warm sun.

Scenic Staffa Island

Eventually my patience was rewarded, as the birds started to fly back to their nesting grounds. They avoided people, but since I was small, they didn’t seem to be afraid of me, so I could get a really close look.

The puffins arrive and start to play

Finally, it was time to go. I took a few more photos of the beautiful patterns of the rock that makes up the island, and then boarded the boat.

Staffa Island’s strange hexagonal rocks

Whilst sailing back we got an unexpected treat when a school of dolphins decided to swim with us. 

Dolphins following our boat

The tour ended at Iona, a small island just opposite Fionnphort. At the harbour I was met by a fisherman whom I had called the day before to order fresh lobster and crab.  He showed me two live medium sized lobsters and two very large live crabs, which he then placed in a container for me to pick up when I was ready to leave the island.

Iona is famous as the place were St Columba landed in Scotland in AD 563. He set up a monastery that became the base from which Scotland was converted to Christianity. The abbey was destroyed by Vikings and rebuilt, only to fall into ruin after the Scottish Reformation in the 16th Century. It was rebuilt again in 1938.

Iona Abbey

Iona is supposed to have a special, spiritual feel and to be a great place for exploring on foot.  But I was tired after all the excitement of the boat excursion and hungry, having missed my lunch. I bought a couple scones and ate them admiring the restored abbey, before picking up my seafood and taking the short ferry ride back to Fionnphort.  I was relieved that my car had not received a parking ticket, and slowly drove back to Tobermory.

Fresh lobster for dinner, then I collapsed into bed, exhausted.

Dinner before…….
…and after

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