The sky was grey and the wind was blowing up a gale as Kaitaki, the Interislander ferry, glided out of Wellington bound for Picton on the South Island. Most passengers huddled up cosily in the café for the 3 hour journey but there was no way I could stay inside. For the majority of the crossing I could be found out in the fresh air on the Observation Deck right at the top of the ship. You could say I looked a bit like the Michelin Man of days gone by!
As we entered the Marlborough Sounds the weather improved dramatically and by the time we docked at Picton the sun was shining brightly. There was enough time for a quick look around the pretty harbour and craft market before heading off up into the mountains.
The loos were easy to spot with their bold yellow symbols on black wooden fencing. If you glance to the lower edge of the photo you will notice that there are a couple of ladies already in the queue! Being a collector of dolls I would dearly loved to have purchased one of these but, alas, my tightly packed suitcase would not accommodate anything so delicate.
These loos were of the electronic variety but came with the added feature of automatic flushing once the hand basin was used i.e. wave your hands about in the sink to generate a flow of water and that in turn triggered the loo to flush. If a patron did not wash their hands then the loo would flush automatically once the door opened. Great except automatic gadgets such as this never, ever seem to recognise me as a human being. I waved my hands under the water spout – nothing. I clapped my hands under the water spout – nothing. For 3 or 4 minutes I stood there trying to get water to spray onto my hands – nothing. I knew there was going to be a queue outside – was I going to have to open the door to get the loo to flush and let them all know that I was a person who did not wash my hands? Oh the disgrace of that! Suddenly, for no reason whatsoever the water spouted into the hand basin, the loo flushed and I was saved from disgrace. The only looks I got from those in the queue were ones of “Why had I taken so long”!!
The 80 mile drive from Picton to St. Arnaud was on Route 63 which runs alongside the Wairau River and through the Marlborough vineyards. A long straight road with views of mountain peaks in the distance.
Several settlements are marked on the map as being on this road but for most of them not even one house could be seen from the highway. Imagine my surprise when, in the middle of nowhere, I spotted the familiar Public Convenience sign – STOP screeched the navigator (me). Fortunately, there had not been a sign of another car on the road for the last half hour so this somewhat unexpected pit stop caused no danger to anyone.
The sign pointed across the road to a little church – The Wairau Valley Anglican Church. This came complete with large carpark to the front and small rural cemetery to the rear. The toilet was situated in a small room to the back of the building and to the utter disbelief of my companion came equipped with large clean fluffy towel with which to dry ones hands. Well done to the Wairau Valley residents for keeping this loo in such an immaculate condition.
|Wairau Valley Anglican Church|
Readers of this blog will know how much I enjoy walking around old cemeteries so I spent a pleasant half hour browsing the headstones before making use of “the facilities”. The only sound which could be heard was the birds singing in the tree tops – we could have been a hundred miles from the nearest civilisation. There was no need to hurry so I took my time. Imagine my surprise when I unlocked the door to find a queue of Japanese tourists waiting to get in!!!!
And so onward to St. Arnaud – an alpine village situated on the edge of Lake Rotoiti. The village boasts a café/shop/petrol station all rolled into one together with several chalets and motels offering accommodation.
By this time the clouds had descended and it was raining quite heavily. A short stop was made for a hot cup of tea in the café before heading off in search of our accommodation at St. Arnaud House.
The alpine chalet which is St. Arnaud House is set in the midst of the forest with the Tui Room having views out over the treetops to the mountain peaks. It is just a short walk down to Lake Rotoiti.
The hosts, Russell and Margery Chilton, ensure the comfort of their guests by providing a roaring fire and interesting conversation. Anyone staying here would be well advised to pay a little extra and take Margery up on her offer of dinner – an absolutely delicious meal will be provided.
I awoke the next morning to the sound of the Tui singing in the trees – and the sight of snow on the peaks.
On learning that the theme of one of my Blogs is “Toilets” Russell directed me to an unoccupied batch (holiday home) opposite the end of their driveway. Before we left I crept over to take a look.
Now this really is a typical rural Long Drop
(and I assure you it is NOT the toilet you will be expected to use when staying at St. Arnaud House!)