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Leaving Australia Part II

What a week!? not to mention a great wake-up call to our heavy reliance on air travel. Some might say the romanticism of great travel is back amongst us.

I was personally due to depart Sydney, Australia on Sunday 18th April where I would land in Manchester, say hello to the family and kick-on to Perugia, Italy, but like so many others I was turned away at the airport. Frustrating for me, catastrophic for others. I particularly feel for all those Mum’s and Dad’s stuck with baying children.

I am now set to depart on the 23 April, but I suspect this is optimistic, and as a passenger I hoped to be convinced that it is safe to fly across Europe. I am all for getting home, but let us not be hasty here.

Regrettably, I am likely to miss Media140 – a conference that I had hope to live blog from. I will though endevour to capture as much of the debate through other means –  online chatter, video feeds and associated blogs, and prepare a summary for this site and Free Trade Press.

In the meantime, this is one of the best sources I have come across for tracking cancellations and the reopening of airports.

Good luck to you all, and safe and happy travelling.

@martincahill

Great Adventures in Apple iPad

Once every year, and during the Summer, I was taken by train to Yorkshire to stay with my Great Aunt Joyce. I did not know at the time just how important those visits were. At the age of nine I was stepping into a world beyond the school gate and the comfort of my family home. It was a great adventure.

Aunt Joyce also introduced me to a world of new experiences, from vikings to cream cakes, and from theme parks to cricket. She also introduced me to new types of media. Her TV was a relic and was rarely on; I remember trying to watch a football match in black and white and quickly gave up. Instead her home was filled with paintings, books and letters from distance worlds – India, the Caribbean, and Australia.

Joyce would continually ask what I was reading and was always keen to see me read more. During my early visits she would often have a gift for us –  a pop-up book. I loved those things. It was more than just reading, although that was part of it too, but there was colour, things-to-do, levers to pull and things to press. It was yet another adventure into a whole new world of Dragons (Sword in the Stone), wayward Rabbits (Peter Rabbit), and disgruntled Toads (Wind in the Willows).

They had a mesmerising affect on me, and I know even today that Joyce passes on those same gifts to my younger cousins in the family (I only wish I knew where she buys them).

Today I came across a fantastic video clip on YouTube showing Alice in Wonderland on the Apple iPad. The pop-up book is alive once again, I thought. Things to do, buttons to press, dragons to slay, and princesses to rescue.

To a generation naturally drawn to the blinding diodes and lights of video games, could the iPad and other technologies like it pave a path back to the wonders of reading? I suspect Aunt Joyce would hope so, but aside from any arguments about literacy, I believe that such applications will bring in a new age of creativity, exploration and opportunity, and not just for the kids, but for the developers too.

N.B. Great Aunt Joyce is also an Aunt to this fella. I wonder what influences she had on his media career?

Article posted at Free Trade Press – the free trade of ideas.

Leaving Australia

14 months ago I resigned from my position at work, put my apartment up for lease, sold my car and even gave up my iPhone! I landed in Sydney, Australia with nothing more than a backpack, a few books and a camera.

Australia, however, was a mere footnote in a much greater life event. As one colleague remarked “some decisions transcend all others”, and there was only ever one reason for doing what I did, and she is the only person in this world I could have done it for.

I arrived tired, burned-out and particularly pale. I now leave with a host of new friends, new ideas, a wider smile, and a collection of vivid memories that will never leave me – from first dates on the harbour to becoming Hugh, travelling Tasmania with old friends, St Pats Day on Manly Beach, watching my favourite band in Centennial Park, rafting on Class 5 rapids, getting caught in a Bondi rip, attending a wedding in Hawaii, wine tasting in the Hunter, driving through Sydney in a Transit Van, the Light Festival, moving to Wonderland Avenue, photo walkabouts, hanging out in Bondi, coastal walks, The Bats Final, The Dust Storm, Bells @ KillcareRandwick Races, Thanksgiving dinner, a week in the Balinese rainforest, jumping in the ocean on Christmas Day, fireworks on New Years, rocking it out to Green Day, snorkelling at Clovelly with friends, flying to the Gold Coast with my Sister, days and nights out in the City, abseiling in the Blue Mountains, Earth Hour from the water, and driving the South Island of New Zealand in a camper.

Mostly I am going to miss Baramundi and Chips at Icebergs, laying out on the beach and yes, the weather, but I am looking forward to seeing my family again.

For making this such a spectacular year I give special thanks to Seema Patel (for putting up with me for so long), Sam Linder (I’ll never forget that first beer at Icebergs), Esther Simchen (for supporting me throughout), Karl Beeton (for introducing me to rips), Jennifer, Carlos and Gabrielle Villabos (so many great memories), Richard Vella (for your kind welcome and conversations) Andy Chittock (for always drinking me under the table), Kate Driver (for getting drunk under our table), Jayne Corner (for the Green Day tickets and convo on the 381) Charles Fortin (for your kind friendship), Anna Chung (look after Tama for me!), Terry and Helen Doherty (for opening up your home) the Doherty Sisters (love you all), and all my colleagues at Media Access Australia.

For making all this happen I can only thank one person – Kristen Marshall. I came looking for you and in return you found me.

See you all in the Northern hemisphere!

Farewell drinks at The Argyle on Friday 16th April 2010 @ 6pm.

Welcome to The Edge – New Zealand

I wouldn’t usually do this, but New Zealand, and a trip of this type, I felt deserved a travelogue.

Day 1

Business Class with Emirates. Drank a lot of champagne, a lot, ate great food and watched The Blind Side. Can we turn back? I haven’t finished yet. Land Christchurch. Lunch by the river garden.

Day 2

Pegasus Bay – Winery. Red bridge and beautiful gardens. Stopped at Cheviot for groceries and food. Goose Baysunset – bright pink. Kaikoura for fish burgers and drinks in an Irish Pub.

Day 3

Drove out of Kaikoura. Bacon Butty on Black Ash Beach. Broken Tooth :(

Drove to Bleinheim, including Cloudy Bay, Wairau River, Nautilus Estate, Hans Herzog Estate, Seresin – Recommend Pinot Noir. Dinner at Old English Pub. Beef Hot Pot/Chicken Lasagne – Nice Chips :) Hillbilly live music. Mount Riley Merlot – Very Nice!! Drove to Havelock. Camped at Havelock. Beer in park. Pastries in the morning. Beautiful surrounds and boatyard. Morning walk in boatyard.

Day 4

Picnic breakfast at Pelorus. Bridge… Scenic Reserve. Tooth is still broken :(  Drove through to Nelson – I’d live here. Beautiful town. Boats. Harbour. It reminded me of Galway, Ireland!! Drove to Richmond. Back to Nelson to fix tooth. Fixed! Well, kind of – Wait till I see my dentist – Grrrr. Looooong drive to Farewell Spit. One helluva an ascent through the Tasman Mts and in a Camper. Getting late, but we push on. We want to spend the night at the most Northernly point of the South Island. We come upon a camp site at Farewell Spit just before night fall. Grumpy farmer demanding money. Campers with lights on their head seem almost alien like. Cheese and wine for dinner – We are camping!

Day 5

Woke up at 08.30 and took a walk along the beach. Like something from Sinbad. It is another planet. An all together new experience. Seals playing in the rocks. Baby Seals too. We got lost trying to avoid The Bull on the footpath, but found again. Holiday highlight. Time to drive!! and we did!!! Lunch in Takaka. Lovely town. No real history in New Zealand. It really is New – 1870 + . Hit the road – target Fox Glacier, realistically Hakitika. Ham & Cheese sandwich and a brew in the most spectacular valley. Powers me to drive on. Rain sets in. It’s me, the road, camper and Kristen. 22.30 – Fox Glacier! Tired, dirty, and hungry. Had a pint. Went to bed.

Day 6

Awoke to the smells, sights and sounds of Fox Glacier. The sounds included helicopter blades to the top of the mountain and glacier – $250 per person… The best $250 ever spent and we were upgraded for no charge =)  In the afternoon we read and snoozed, and later visited the Glacier Water Spa Pools. This fixed my sore neck and shoulder. Apres Ski Beer/Happy Hour at the Rainforest Retreat campsite (by far the best campsite of the trip) before making a special pasta dinner in the van. Tomorrow – Drive.

Day 7

We leave the Rainforest Retreat – Happy Campers. Kristen loves a sign that reads “it rains… we pour”. Spectacular drive. Blue sky. Bubbling rapids. Clear blue water. Green trees – rainforest. The Spiritual Beach (as we named it) – monuments, statues, and names carved onto the rocks. Quite an eerie location. Demanded respect. Definitely a stop and not to miss. Presumably the surf will wash it all away, but then it begins again. More rapids. More trees. I have never seen landscape quite like this. Stop: Blue Pools – 15 minute walk down through the forest. Crossed a suspension bridge. Kristen not so sure about this. Martin bounced. Deep blue pools. Freezing cold waters. Two rivers merge. A good walk for a weary driver. Hit the North side of Lake Wanaka. I have never seen a body of water quite like it. It is an unparalleled vastness of landscape. We have been blessed with perfect weather. There isn’t a house in site – 100% pure landscape. Roll into to town of Wanaka – money town. This could be the choice town for settling down (apart from distance to family). We continued and took the scenic road to Queenstown. The landscape is in stalk contrast to Franz Josef Glacier. It is rocky and barren. The rolling wine wagon turns into Queenstown. Beautiful - paddle boats, autumn trees surrounding the lake, mountain lined horizon. Clean, tidy and modest. Love it. Fergburger must be selling pot or some?? Extraordinarily long line circles this diner. Tired driver. Parked at Party Central; a camper van hell – holiday park. Find a pub. Take a pint of Manchester Boddington’s – go figure :-/  Dinner at The Pub. Excellent experience. Shower. Back out to town. Coyote Bar for table top dancers and two friendly Christians (just married). This turned into the drinking night of the holiday.

Day 8

Check-out time 10am. Wake-up at 10am. Toilets and showers closed. Drive to Lake Wakatipu. I take a wash in the lake – refreshing – and use the public facilities for morning relief – sparkling clean. Chef Kristen cooks up a storm – Coffee and bacon sanny from the back of the van. We are tired of driving but we are lucky in that we have done many of the extreme pursuits that Queenstown offers – rafting, canyoning, mountain biking. The Jet Boat ride would have been cool, but we decide to keep the $109 to ourselves. Instead we decide to hit the road to Milford Sound (4 hours from Queenstown) – this would prove to be the greatest decision of the trip. We drive to ‘middle earth’ passing through Kingston, Mossburn, Te Anau. We ate lunch at The Ranch – Blue Eyed Cod. The drive that followed this goes beyond words. If you only have 1 day left on this planet, make sure it is spent driving from Te Anau to Milford Sound. Trust me. It also has the best tunnel ever! And on one designated day of the year you can run through it buff naked. Arrive in Milford Sound – 1 x restaurant, 1 x caravan park, 1 x boat dock. I am suffering from the night before, but three strong paracetamol later and I am revived. Night walk to restaurant. I have never seen the sky so clear or the stars so bright. It is as though you could reach into The Cosmos and fly through the planets. Pizza and wine night at the restaurant. $15 per head. Superb. Next up: Glow Worm Trail. This is the first time I have ever seen a glow worm.

Day 9

7am alarm clock for Mitre Sound II. $40 per head for morning coffee and cruise on Milford Sound. A photograph will never do this experience justice, but taken in the abstract – fiord, waterfall, sunrise, dolphin pods, tasman sea and seals. Cruise ships can enter this fiord it is so vast, but yet it remained undiscovered for a long time. Through an optical illusion the entrance appears closed. Boat ride over – fingers and toes chilled to ice. We find refuge a local coffee shop and slowly regain a normal body temperature. All set for an 8 hour drive to Christchurch via Queenstown (back tracking slightly). Green lake – unusual colour. Pulled into Wooing Tree. A place where man traditionally woo’s their woman. Nice wine, but we left it, so probably not that good. Bungy jumpers on the bridges. I might try that in the next life. We are now in arid country – Arizona like almost. Stunning drive. No one ahead. No one behind. I would give anything for an English sports car right now. We are able to see the other side of Mt Cook that we flew over in a helicopter. Sunset drive I will never forget. Lake Tekupo – worth a day or two next time we are in New Zealand. Arrive into Fairlie – one horse town with two pubs and a church that has a sign that reads – “God is perfect. It is man who makes mistakes”. We grab some food and wine in the local pub. Kristen is offered champagne flutes with the bottle of red. Awesome. A hen night rolls in to the men’s room of the pub and causes an almighty commotion. A pleasant couple jokes that we will join them before the night is out. We laugh and say we’ll be heading home. 23:00 – Kristen is dancing the night away!

Day 10

Awake. Fairlie to Christchurch. Christchurch Emirates lounge. Champagne, more Champagne, and more Champagne. zzzZZZ memories.

In a nutshell… If you only have 3 days in New Zealand, I would recommend Queenstown, for the activities, and Milford Sound for something you have never experienced before and will never likely experience again.

A complete map of this road trip can be found at Google Maps.

Photography captured at:

Offline (NewZealand)

Hello all,

I will be offline until around the 12th April. It is time for a period of low-tech as we travel through the South Island of New Zealand. Our transport – A Camper Van! Our media – Music and Books. If I do make it online, I will upload a few images to http://martincahillphotography.com

Happy Easter to you and your families.

And if you have a moment, the clip below is funny. Well, I thought it was :)

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