I arrived in Auckland in the midafternoon on a Monday. Even
more than it hit me in Wellington, it is a city. It has every convenience, from
department stores to Dunkin Donuts, and the roads were always busy and the
streets full of people (which is only surprising because I haven’t spent time
in a real city for so long). It is also clearly the tourist center of the
country, with currency exchange booths and souvenir shops calling out in all
sorts of languages. Maybe because of the tourists, but maybe because of
travelers and immigration, it is an extremely international city too. Turkish,
Chinese and Korean takeaway windows lined the streets, and very few of the shop
owners I talked to had Kiwi accents.
All in all, it was just a city, but it was definitely a
clean one. I saw street sweeping machines going around on the first afternoon,
and their work was evident throughout the city. You can feel the modern
planning that went into the city, with wide main thoroughfares for cars, some
quaint pedestrian-only side streets, and crosswalk indicators with moving green
men (which I was really excited about). After a busy afternoon of souvenir
shopping, I took a relaxing walk along the waterfront to the Viaduct after dinner.
The weather was too iffy when I was there for sailboats to be out, but I’m told
it’s quite a sight when the harbor is full of sails.
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| Auckland's night skyline |
Tuesday morning had a few quick visits to stores before I
dashed to the ferry terminal for a ride to one of the islands in the harbor. It
turned out that the iffy weather meant the ferry was cancelled, so I had a nice
coffee and reevaluated and instead took a different ferry to Devonport, a
historic suburb on the far side of the harbor. Included in my ferry ticket was
a bus tour of the town that turned out to be pretty terrible, but it did get me
to the top of Mt Victoria just as the clouds cleared for a beautiful view over
the Auckland skyline.
I finished my shopping, organized my bags, and got a final
pie for my dinner. Then it was early to bed and early to rise for my flight out
of Auckland. So just like that, it’s over… Fourteen weeks, eight HelpX
positions, countless bus rides and acquaintances, and hopefully enough photos
to prompt my memory in the coming years.
My reflections on this experience will be an ongoing
process, but I’ve tried to write down some general ideas as I’ve gone along,
and that’s what I’ll post now. As a bit of a disclaimer, I realize that it
takes a certain type of person/family to be a host on HelpX, and so my impressions
of the average Kiwi may be skewed in that direction.
As a general statement, people in New Zealand seem mindful
of their environment and their relationship with it. They’re bombarded with
information on skin cancer prevention, they experience earthquakes and extreme
weather, and they are serious about protecting their native species/keeping
invasive species out, to the point that the identification of one foreign fruit
fly is enough to send a town into lockdown.
Efficiency was one of the major manifestations of this
environmental focus, which was helped along by the temperate climate through
most of the country. Houses were typically small, single story, uninsulated,
and with little living space outside the bedrooms. They often face north to get
more sunlight into the house, and trees are strategically planted to block the
prevailing winds, keeping the houses warmer and providing sanctuaries in the
yard. There was no central heating, so the small living area might be heated by
a fire or electric heater in the winter, but the bedrooms would only be warmed
by multiple duvets and a hot waterbottle. I was surprised to see some people
burning their trash, which I’d always thought was bad for the atmosphere, but
in their remote locations they said it was preferable to do that than transport
all the waste out. With the currency and volume conversions, gas was averaging
about 7 USD/gallon, so car trips were also planned and consolidated with care.
In addition to efficiency, self-sufficiency was important. I’ve
heard this referred to as the “Number Eight Wire” mentality, in which early NZ
farmers needed to be able to fix any problem (be it medical, mechanical,
creative…) using the supplies on hand (which definitely included wire) or else
travel for days into the nearest supply center. Luckily none of my hosts were quite
that historically committed, but many had large gardens, animals and fruit trees,
or else large freezers and pantries full of preserves so that they could
provide for themselves in case of natural disaster. The terrain is such that
there isn’t usually more than one way to get places, so even a small snowstorm
could close a road and strand people, not to mention landslides, earthquakes,
floods…
On the topic of food, I mostly escaped the classic Kiwi farm
cuisine of “meat and three veg”, but I did eat enough lamb and potatoes to last
me a long time. I will definitely miss some discoveries here, like sweet chili
sauce, hokey pokey, Tim Tams, and pies, but food overall was one of my weak
points. After about two months of appreciatively eating whatever was put in
front of me, I really started to get tired of other people’s tastes and wanted
my own comfort foods. Instead I had to smile and admire dishes like “I had this
freezer pizza but then I added mashed potatoes and relish!” I did cook for my
hosts on a few occasions – two different takes on chili and cornbread, some
baking and one unspicy linguine shrimp scampi – but when attempting some other
dishes I couldn’t find equivalent ingredients. I realized that a lot of my
favorite foods at home rely on some sort of prepackaged starter, like biscuit
dough for breakfast pizza or monkey bread, or steak sliced just so for cheese
steaks, and processed food just isn’t done as much here.
| Lamb and two veg at Blue Mtn |
Whenever I was on tourist excursions and getting takeout, food
options were usually quite diverse. New Zealand is still a very young country,
and there is a huge influx of immigrants every year bringing food with them. In
fact, of the hosts I stayed with, about half had emigrated to NZ in their young
adult life. As travel gets easier, it’s almost expected that Kiwi kids will
take a year or more to travel and live abroad (called the Overseas Experience
or OE) before settling down, and they’re probably bringing lots of culture back
with them too.
Despite these worldly influences coming in, there are some
phenomena that the Kiwis refuse to change (or have adapted for their own use).
It’s still totally acceptable for people to not wear shoes to the store or to
school. On all the long busses I took, there was never the silly business of
getting a paper ticket specially printed just so it could be torn in two. With
one company you paid online or in a store and then remembered a pin to type
into the driver’s smartphone for confirmation. The most amusing difference, I
think, was that they still allow a little bit of natural selection. A lot of
places which would have guard rails and warning signs if they were in the US
were just left open. They either trust that people will have the common sense
to not go too close to that steep dropoff, or figure that if they do fall and
hurt themselves then they deserved it. (It probably helps that there’s almost no
suing culture in NZ since their healthcare system covers all injuries that are
deemed accidents.)
On a more personal level, this trip has been a much more fun
experience for me than my time in Europe. I definitely value my European
experience as a time of massive self-growth and learning, but the day-to-day encounters
with French society were not nearly as pleasant as the ones in New Zealand. The
two trips are so different in so many ways that it would be unfair to try to
compare them side by side, but I often caught myself thinking “when I come back
to New Zealand I’ll make sure I stop here again”, whereas my parting thought
with Europe was more along the lines of “I need a break before I do this again”.
That’s not to say that it was easy all the time. All in all
I have to acknowledge that I am extremely fortunate to have been able to come
at all, and I was so glad to be in New Zealand and not grad school this year,
but being in a new exciting place doesn’t magically make every moment
enjoyable. It still rains in paradise. Self-doubt isn’t
obstructed by national borders. There were letdowns and disappointments in all
aspects of my trip, but that’s just part of life.
Really, truly, overall, this was an amazing trip. I have seen otherworldly places and met fascinating people, and I
cannot wait to go to New Zealand again. I think I’ll do it with a campervan
next time.
And finally some random tidbits:
- In the southern hemisphere, I’ve been looking at the moon upside down. This means that the trick I learned in 7th grade for determining whether the moon is waxing or waning doesn’t work. At home, if a line dropped through the middle of the moon makes it look more like a “b” it’s getting bigger and if it looks more like a “d” it’s getting smaller, but it’s the opposite here! It took me a while to work that out.
- It’s not uncommon for places to charge an extra 2-3% for paying with a credit card. Also, they have no pennies, so all cash purchases are rounded to the nearest 5 cents. Tax is included in the advertised price, so the amounts often come out evenly anyway.
- I still do not like marmite or vegemite.
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| Proof that I tried |
I’m in Melbourne now (with a ten hour time difference) and
will be spending the next ~three weeks on the east coast of Australia. I won’t
make any promises on blog entries while I’m here, but I’ll consider it. Thanks
for reading about my adventures, and I’ll see you in the USA!
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| The place where spirits depart |


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