Until Next Time

Wow, hard to believe that 4 months have already passed. Feels like just yesterday I arrived in Middle Earth to finish my teaching diploma. Instead, the last few days were the reverse; heading back to the Great White North. Ok, so I’m not writing this post while in transit; I didn’t have the time and energy between flights. I tried to get some sleep while in flight but my body didn’t like sleeping upright.

Anyway, I woke up on the morning of June 16th, took a shower, got dressed, and finished packing my suitcases. Next was removing my bedding and vacuuming the floor of my room. Since my flight wasn’t until the afternoon, I wasted time playing the waiting game, checking my email, chatting with my roommates who were studying for exams, and reserving a taxi. When it was time to go, I locked my room, and returned my key & keycard to the main office. I bid farewell to my roommate Ben (who had helped me with my luggage) before entering the taxi.

The first flight was from Christchurch to Auckland and was an hour long. Once in Auckland, I exited the domestic terminal and walked to the international under the evening sky, carrying my backpack & laptop. Once inside, I safely passed through security and waited for my 8pm flight to Vancouver. An airport hobby of mine is to search the Duty Free stores for the most expensive alcoholic beverage (just to see, not to buy). In the Auckland International Terminal, it was a custom made French cognac set for $2650NZD! An employee explained that they only sell one or two a year and that the purchasers are invited by the manufacturers to tour their facilities in France.

The Auckland to Vancouver flight was llllooonnnnggg. Twelve and a half hours through the night. On the positive side, I had an aisle seat meaning easy access to the washroom. I spent most of the flight watching movies (Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen, District 9, and Full Metal Jacket), and playing games such as Asteroid, Invasion, & Tetris. Sleep was out of the question because a nearby senior citizen snored loudly. Thankfully, turbulence came to the rescue and kept him awake for the later half of the journey. For dinner I had a lamb meal with complimentary Riesling wine, and for breakfast I had scrambled eggs with complimentary champagne.

Finally, after leaping into the past by crossing the International Dateline, the Air New Zealand plane touched down in sunny & warm Vancouver, Canada, at 2pm and taxied to the international terminal. Getting through customs was a pain because of the long lines and having to listen to one child that wouldn’t stop crying. I had to pick up my suitcases and transfer them over to the domestic loading carousel. Unlike my previous experiences at the Vancouver Airport, I successfully transferred both of my suitcases and made it to my Ottawa flight on time.

The Air Canada flight from Vancouver to Ottawa was the best flight because there weren’t that many passengers onboard, meaning less noise. Plus, the seat next to my window seat was empty, enabling me to stretch. It was after midnight when the plane landed in Ottawa. The landing was a little eerie because the approach was covered by fog. I didn’t see the ground until seconds before the plane touched the runway. By the time I made it home, it was close to 1am.

And so, my 2010 Study Trip to Middle Earth is now over. I have thrown my BLOG into limbo once again. Depending on how I ‘play my cards’, I’ll either return to Middle Earth in early 2011 to teach music/history/social studies or stay in Canada . . . to teach music/history/social studies. Until next time, read about my previous Middle Earth adventures spread across 103 posts.

The Week That Was

World Cup Soccer began just 3 days ago in South Africa, the richest country in Africa but also the most crime ridden. I certainly hope that every available police officer is on duty during the tournament because it would be a public relations disaster if the tourists go home with horror stories of being robbed & assaulted. Regardless, the World Cup will bring in much needed income to South Africa as it continues to rebuild after the brutal Apartheid Era. I'll probably pay the country a visit in a decade or so; hopefully crime won't be as big a problem as it is today. Middle Earth's All Whites are back in the World Cup after a 28 year absence and will be facing off against Slovakia today. Hopefully, the All Whites will win & advance closer to the finals.

BP Global has been in damage control mode since late April because of the ongoing Deep Horizon Oil Spill in the Gulf of Mexico. Millions of barrels of crude oil continue to spill, damaging & further threatening wildlife, and BP still can't figure out how to fix the problem. They've tried several things but they have failed. What's worse is that the company is trying very hard to prevent the media from accurately reporting on the incident. I hope BP gets heavily penalized for this environmental disaster; also would be nice if the executives were forced to spend some time in prison for their actions. This incident is far worse than the Exxon Valdez oil spill back in 1989.

Rebecca, a former flat mate from last year, was in Christchurch for vacation, and decided to pay my flat mates Ben & Heather, and I a visit on Saturday night. After spending an hour talking and drinking champagne, we caught a bus to the city centre to have dinner at the Mayur Indian Restaurant. We each brought a bottle of wine to the restaurant because it's legal & to save money. I ordered a hot lamb dish with plain naan bread and rice; as for my friends, they ordered chicken & pork dishes with naan bread and rice. My lamb dish was actually spicy forcing me to order another naan bread & bowl of rice to finish off the hot sauce. The Monkey Puzzle white wine from Chile I brought also helped in the quelling the stinging in my mouth.

From the Indian restaurant, we walked further into town to check out the club/bar scene. Since it was a Saturday night, the area was bustling with activity, from wild party goers to no-nonsense police officers. From what I remember, we visited two clubs: one had karaoke (giving bad singers the opportunity to sing) and the other had a nice quiet seating area above the bar. When it was time to call it a night, we shared a taxi ride home.

Monday was my last day volunteering at the Christchurch Cadet Unit. The cadets spent the evening getting ready for a weekend Field Training Exercise (FTX). They were instructed to bring all their gear so that it could be inspected, packed, and ready to go come Friday. I would be unable to attend the exercise because I would be flying back to Canada. The training night was also devoted to recognizing & promoting cadets for their outstanding work in the corps and on the Junior Leadership course. When the training night was complete, several officers & I hopped over to the nearby Lone Star for a drink as a final sendoff before my journey home. They shook my hand and told me to come back to which I responded, 'That'll most likely happen in the new year because I'm looking for work as a teacher.'

Well, that's pretty much the week that was for me. With my departure of Middle Earth just around the corner, I've been packing my suitcases, and deciding on what should be left behind. My next & final post (for a while) will be written when I'm in transit to Canada.

Q.T.T.: Last Day & Final Thoughts

My last night at Bumbles Backpackers was a bit noisy because a group of German students had just arrived in the late evening to unpack and get some rest before heading off on a ski trip the next morning. Thankfully, I had my heavy duty earplugs to keep out their loud voices. Despite this, they woke me up in the early morning, getting dressed, and moving out their ski equipment. I waited until they were gone before rolling myself out of bed. Once dressed & packed, I signed out of Bumbles minutes before the 10am deadline. Since my flight wasn't until 4pm, I had the option of putting my backpack into storage but I declined; it wasn't that heavy to carry around.

With six hours to spare, I decided to explore the Queenstown Gardens that occupied a small peninsula next to the city centre. For a Saturday, the park was surprisingly quiet with only a few people walking around. Like the previous days, the sun was out, and the air was cold. There are two monuments worth seeing. The first is dedicated to William Gilbert Rees, the first European who settled in the area back in 1840. The next is a large stone monument near the tip of the peninsula that's dedicated to Robert Falcon Scott, an English Royal Navy officer who died in 1913 leading the Terra Nova Expedition to the South Pole in Antarctica. The monument also displays the last message Scott wrote in his diary on March 29th, 1912. For senior citizens, the park is home to an established lawn bowling club. Despite the sunny weather, no one was playing when I strolled past the club's lawns.

After exploring Queenstown Gardens, I walked back into town, ordering a foot long roast lamb sub from Subway. After lunch, I decided to head towards the airport . . . on foot via the Frankton Walkway. The journey took a little longer because of the weight of my backpack but it was good exercise, it killed time, an d I saved $36 that would have been spent on a taxi. The only downside was that my legs ached by the time I reached the airport and it looked like I was limping. I sat down on a chair and passed the time reading a book and playing the waiting game. With 90 minutes to go, I checked in my backpack, and bought a light snack at the cafe. Finally, the announcement was made to board the twin turboprop plane and several minutes later I was in the sky heading for Christchurch. Once in Christchurch, I picked up my backpack and caught a taxi to Ilam Village.

Overall, the Queenstown Trip was a success. I got to see another part of Middle Earth, took around 100 digital photos, ate good food, and went tandem skydiving! I will definitely come back to try out other activities but I will need a lot more money. The best & most exciting activities Queenstown has to offer are, unfortunately, the most expensive. I can easily see myself spending close to $3000 on all thrill-seeking & leisure activities. But the resulting experiences & thrills make the prices worth it. Keep this town in mind when you're planning a trip of the South Island's Otago Region. Remember to bring warm clothing if you're visiting between June & August; it's winter down here.

End of Queenstown Trip Series

Q.T.T.: Over 2 Days

I spent the next two days enjoying as much of Queenstown as possible after spending a lot of money on tandem skydiving. The skies were clear but the temperatures were still in the single negatives meaning that warm winter clothing was needed all around. There was even snow in some places on the ground.

After walking around snapping photos & window shopping, I decided to see the recently released film Robin Hood at the local Readings Cinema. The seats in the theater were large & comfortable but the aisles were narrow. That wasn't a problem because there were only 5 other people watching the film. Overall, Robin Hood starring Russell Crowe is similar to Gladiator . . . starring Russell Crowe in terms of story development & production. I think it might have to do with the fact that Ridley Scott directed both films. Anyway, it's an okay film that receives a passing grade from me. Once out of the movie theatre, I continued walking around, snapping more photos of the surrounding landscape at the right moments. Like a professional photographer, sometimes you have to take 10 photos to get that perfect 1. In the sky, paragliders descended towards the town in groups of three, and sightseeing helicopters circled above with curious customers.

For the late afternoon, I decided to have some fun by trying out a variety of wines at Wine Tastes. The establishment is set up in a lounge setting, with tables, comfortable chairs & couches, and dim lighting. The walls are completely covered by tall wooden shelves stocked with various kinds of NZ & Australian wines. You're given a wine glass and a card that you insert in any of the serving machines. The machines display the 3 possible selections (sample, half, full) with the attached price. Just press whichever button & fill up your glass. Your card stores the total tab and when you're finished, you return the card and pay the bill. If you want food, Wine Tastes serves plates of bread, salami, and cheese & crackers. The salami & bread plates come with a tray of assorted dips & spreads.

With my card in hand, I tried out the white wines, chardonnays, and from what I remember, a champagne. The bread plate with assorted dips & spreads which I ordered was also tasty. I should note that this isn't like professional wine tasting where you spit out the wine to prevent drunkenness; you have to swallow what you drink. And I wouldn't recommend choosing the full glass option because of the high price. It's best to always choose the half glass; that way you'll be able to try out many different wines. As for the final bill . . . um, I would like to thank my parents for letting me put it on the credit card. I would have sent you some wine bottles as a thank you but unfortunately, Wine Tastes doesn't export to Canada.

The next day (June 4th), I decided to be more athletic by walking to the airport & back via the Frankton Walkway. The walkway runs along Frankton Road next to the lake so you get nice views of Kelvin Heights, Kelvin Peninsula, Kawarau Falls, Lake Wakatipu, The Remarkables Mountains, and the town of Frankton. The walkway is estimated to be 90 minutes long in one direction. I don't know how long it took me but I do know that I walked 12 km in total. Along the way you pass many private residences, apartments, and Queenstown citizens happy to greet you even if you're a stranger.

When the evening arrived, I decided to celebrate my last full day in Queenstown by having dinner at Lone Star. I usually don't eat by myself at 'please-wait-to-be-seated' restaurants but I decided to make an exception for this trip. After being briefly surprised for not getting ID'd at the bar, I ordered a steak & a pint of Guinness beer. I watched the TVs that were displaying rugby & golf games as I waited for my meal, and while I consumed my meal. The steak was excellent, the Guinness was good, and I made it safely back to the hostel.

To Be Continued . . .

Q.T.T.: Tandem II

I did it again. This time from 15,000 feet over Queenstown. Many people tandem skydive just once so they can say they did it, but it takes more courageous (and/or crazy) people to continue falling out of a plane. I just happened to be one of those people. Despite being unable to jump in Rotorua, I was still determined to fall from the sky & thankfully, NZONE also operated in Queenstown.

I explained in my previous post that I spent the first day exploring the town while waiting for my bed to be ready at Bumbles Backpackers. Well . . . that was only the half truth. While exploring the town centre, I stopped in the NZONE store and asked what the weather would be like for tomorrow (June 3rd). They said they didn't know but suggested that I jump today (June 2nd) because the weather was perfect. Seeing that I had plenty of time, I agreed and my booking was bumped up to 1230. NZONE offers jumps from 9000, 12000, & 15000 feet. Since I jumped from 12,000 feet back in Christchurch, I decided to start even higher.

After filling out the necessary paperwork, I, 2 Kiwi males, and 2 Asian women, were briefed by staff on what to expect. While being shown photographs & a video, I have to admit that I wasn't as nervous as I was the first time. It was also stressed that we 'Dump before we Jump' because they've actually had accidents in the sky. They also assured us that the 'tainted' jumpsuits are immediately thrown out.

The ride to the NZONE airfield took 15 minutes and was to the south of the Queenstown Airport, near Jacks Point. After dumping in the washroom, I swallowed some Gravol to prevent nausea & vomiting. Only several minutes passed before we were taken to the main hangar to suit up (jumpsuit, gloves, goggles, & hat) and meet our tandem partners. You have to leave all your loose belongings & valuables behind so that they don't get lost in the experience. They are safely stored in a locker.

My tandem instructor was a Bulgarian male in his thirties whose name I've unfortunately forgotten. After he briefed the 2 Asian ladies & myself on how we'll be exiting the plane, the aircraft in question fired up and we were led onboard. Since I was the only one jumping from 15,000 feet, I was going to be the last one out of the plane. For safety reasons, two NZONE staff members fall with you: the tandem skydiver you're strapped to, and a backup who falls beside you, making sure you don't pass out. That backup faller can also be the cameraman filming your experience.

The aircraft took off into the clear blue sky and slowly climbed higher & higher. I was anxious but surprisingly calm during the ascent because my body had already experienced terminal velocity. However, I found it difficult remembering that sensational feeling because my first jump was a year & a half ago. At 12,000 feet, the plane leveled and the door slid open for the 2 Asian ladies jumping for the first time. The plane bounced and felt lighter after each trio fell out of the plane. Once they were out of the way, my trio moved up to the glass door that slid closed, and the plane continued climbing to 15,000 feet. To combat hypoxia, I was a given a small tube of oxygen to breathe. I have to admit that I felt light headed & was slow to respond to questions but I think that helped in distracting me from what was about to happen. The plane leveled again, the glass door slid open, and my backup (without a camera) got out first. My Bulgarian tandem partner swung me over to the edge where I was greeted by a cold blowing breeze. After he did his final checks, the three of us fell towards the ground and never looked back.

The second the Drop began, my mind immediately remembered what the feeling of falling at terminal velocity (220km/h) felt like. And it felt euphoric. With my hands spread open, I waved & gave a thumbs up to my backup, stating that I was having the time of my life. It's best to breathe heavily during the freefall because it makes you feel better. As I wrote in my first tandem post, the freefall feels like you're falling towards a powerful fan blowing in your face and you're unable to touch it. The freefall from 15,000 feet lasts a minute but it didn't feel like it to me. Just as soon as it began, the Bulgarian deployed the parachute and we came to a sudden stop. My backup continued to fall & disappeared below my feet. During the six minute glide back down to earth, I gazed at the 360 degree majestic landscape, and the Bulgarian spun me around for extra enjoyment. Seconds from touchdown, I was instructed to put my knees up, and we came to a soft sliding stop.

I thanked the Bulgarian in English & Russian before heading off to the hangar to take off the jumpsuit. I was given a certificate of my achievement and guarantee of $50 off my next jump with NZONE. I guess I'll be going back to Rotorua sometime in the future. The total price tag for the jump was $400NZD ($283CAD); it would have been much more if I had decided to have the experience photographed and filmed. After watching other customers descend from the sky for several minutes, an NZONE staff member drove me & the 2 Asian ladies back to Queenstown.

Once again, I encourage everyone to try skydiving once, twice, thrice, and more. It is truly a great & empowering experience. You won't regret it. So far I'm up to 2. I think I'll make it my long term goal to skydive in as many Middle Earth places as possible. eXtreme Individuality Rules!

To Be Continued . . .

(Woohoo! My 100th post!)

Queenstown Trip: Flight

The town of Queenstown is located in the south west of New Zealand's South Island, next to Lake Wakatipu, and home to 10,416 people. The area is surrounded by tall majestic mountains as high as 7,600 feet! This area is also known for being the locations of major motion pictures, most notably The Lord of The Rings Trilogy by Peter Jackson. Tourists flock to Queenstown every year to enjoy the many activities (thrill-seeking & leisure) it offers.

I had decided to visit Queenstown because . . . I had yet to visit & explore the region. Plus, I wanted to get one last trip in before I flew back to Canada for the summer. My 4-day trip began on the early morning of June 2nd, rolling out of bed at 0730, getting dressed, and making sure that I had my plane ticket and everything was packed. My roommate Ben gave me a lift to the airport, thus saving me $26 on a taxi ride. Checking in & going through security wasn't a problem and I passed the time reading the newspaper in the departure lounge.

The 0915 Air New Zealand flight from Christchurch was only 50 minutes long and uneventful. Because I was still sleepy, the flight had gone far quicker than I expected. The only highlight was the landing because the plane had to navigate between the tall mountains. The sun was shining & there wasn't a cloud in the sky when I stepped off the plane. The surrounding mountains and minus 4 degree (Celsius) weather made me feel like I was in Vancouver, Canada. Due to the mountainous landscape, the Queenstown Airport is actually located 6 kilometres away from the city centre, near the small town of Frankton. Rather than wait for a bus, I paid for a $36 taxi ride into town.

Bumbles Backpackers, located near the city centre, would be the roof over my head for my 4 day trip. Since I was alone this time, I would be sleeping in a 6 person dorm room, but I wouldn't get it until after 1400. Having arrived at the hostel in the morning, I was allowed to put my backpack into storage. Before I did that, I changed into long underwear and undershirt to combat the cold weather. Even though it was only minus 4, I didn't want the cold to become an annoyance. With several hours to kill, I went to explore the city centre.

In short, Queenstown & the surrounding landscape are like several Canadian towns wrapped into one. Specifically, Vancouver, Banff, Lake Louise, Mont Tremblant, and Whistler. (Whistler I won't know for sure until I visit but I'm guessing because of the many ski & snoboard areas around Queenstown). The city centre is basically a large spending district, containing restaurants, bars, pubs, clothing outlets, ski & snoboard shops, cafes, and fast food outlets. Nearby are banks, and thrill-seeker outlets advertising paragliding, parasailing, bungy jumping, helicopter tours, power boating, and tandem skydiving. There's something for everyone!

After snapping plenty of pictures, having lunch, and breathing in the air that smelled a lot like a Canadian November, I backtracked to Bumbles Backpackers to check in. Dorm 3 contained 6 beds, washroom, lockers, and a heater. The heater would come in handy because the temperature would not go higher than 0 for the remainder of the week.

To finish off the first day, I travelled up the Skyline Gondola to photograph the breathtaking views of Queenstown and the surrounding landscape from a height of 790 metres. The terminal at the top also includes a cafe, restaurant, and a small theatre where Maori Hakas are performed for those people wanting to experience Maori culture. But there's more to do outside the terminal. There are walking trails to explore, luge tracks to ride down on a cart, paragliding from the hilltop, and even bungy jump 400 metres above Queenstown.

AJ Hackett operates the bungy jump & sky swing operation that sits next to the rising & descending gondolas. The sky swing is less daring compared to the bungy jump because you move from side to side whereas you dive down in a bungy jump. Nevertheless, when I was photographing the scenic landscape, a woman who was getting ready to do the swing, froze and couldn't bring herself to pull the cord that would release her. Even her friends couldn't convince her to do it. She had to be pulled back into the hut by trained staff. It takes a lot of guts to let go I guess. If I had enough money I would have done the sky swing; there's always a next time.

I descended back to Queenstown and walked back to the hostel to watch some evening television. The hostel's TV room and kitchen are side by side, and there're two computers offering Internet, costing $2 for twenty minutes. Despite the heater being set to high, it was still chilly in the dorm room. To stay warm, I wore socks and a toque to prevent my body heat from escaping.

To Be Continued . . .

Rain Rain Rain

The past week was defined by water falling from the skies all over Middle Earth. No lightning and thunder; just rain. The sun didn't show its bright face once. The only breaks in between the rainfall were grey overcast clouds. A whole month's worth of rain dumped in a day, every day. I'm surprised that I didn't get cabin fever from staying inside. Well, I did go out for groceries and to the cadet corps I volunteer at, but I had to be armed with an umbrella, gloves, and a warm jacket. Rivers overflowed, flooding roadways and buildings, causing road closures and evacuations. The scope of damage is still being assessed and residents in some areas of the country are still waiting for the water to recede so that they can clean out their flooded houses.

My debriefing at the college on Friday went without a hitch. The associate dean who looked after all teaching placements was pleased with my results and signed me off with a pass. He also fast tracked the publication of my marks so that I could apply to graduate in absentia. Yeah, it would have been nice to attend the grad ceremony but that won't take place until October & I'll still be in Canada by then.

Job searching for the 2011 year in NZ has so far turned up nothing, most likely because it's still Term 2 and too early for schools to know if there're any openings. While I search, I also have to register with the NZ Teacher's Council & the PPTA Union in order to be allowed to teach in Middle Earth. And when & if I get a job offer, I still have to apply for a working visa. Paper work is a pain.

My flat was alive on Saturday night because one of roommates was celebrating her 23rd birthday. From what I remember, the party theme was to dress like a ninja, around 15 people attended, and the birthday girl fired two champagne corks off the balcony. The corks landed on the roof of the common room so nobody got hit.

The sun has made good timing on showing itself for this week because I'll be travelling to Queenstown on my own for 4 days to explore the area. I decided to get one last trip in before I head back to Canada in mid-June. Researching the town has shown that there's plenty to do but I'm going to be spontaneous and choose activities when I arrive. The weather in Queenstown looks promising with the sun staying out and the temperatures going as high as 10 degrees Celsius. Naturally, I'll be documenting this trip so there're plenty of pictures and stories to look forward to. I can't wait.

Kickin' Back

Time seems to be flying quickly these past few days. It's already been a full week since I completed my teaching practice at Riccarton High School. I came close to getting dressed in formal clothing before realizing that my practice had ended and I could sleep in. It feels great to be able to sleep in until noon but then you feel a little disoriented because the day is much shorter.

I've been occupying my time with whatever I can find: playing games, reading, writing music, hanging out with friends, and walking around the city centre. I barely went into town during my teaching practice so it was a surprise to see several changes. For starters, the 21 bus route has been changed to go around Hagley Park & passed the City Bus Exchange. The next big shock was to see the Battlelink Gaming Cafe across the bus exchange gone. It either moved or went out of business. Hard to believe the latter because the place was always packed with gamers when I went there. The street malls look more pristine with newly installed tram tracks & concrete walkways. Last year, the city centre was one big construction site, making it a hassle to get around.

The weather seems to be getting colder by the day. The sun was out yesterday but today is another grey overcast. The leaves on many trees have changed colours & have been falling to the ground for some time. I have plenty of winter clothing & hot chocolate to keep me warm. Hopefully, the weather will be better in the coming days, despite the fact that Middle Earth is heading into the winter season.

Well . . . that's pretty much what happened this past week; just kickin' back & relaxing. Oh yeah, I've also been planning for the future by looking around for a teaching job here in New Zealand. There's a surplus of teachers back home I have better chances of landing a job here in the 2011 year. So far, nothing yet, but I'm still looking.

Week 7

The final week of my teaching practice was mostly about wrapping up & returning the resources I borrowed for my lessons. Carrying all those resources (books & CDs) to & back to school was a pain but at least I didn't have to go to the gym to stay in shape. As well, I got an extra workout helping out the music & drams staff move into our new office space. The school paid to have several old music rooms merged & renovated into one big room for us teachers. The old office was small, tight, wedged in between the main music class & drama room, and a mess because of all the papers lying around. Personally, I would have done the big move after school but the teachers were too eager to get out of that small room. The former music/drama office will be turned into a mini-computer lab for students.

The other student teachers had already started counting down the days, looking forward to sleeping in, and having time to relax. As for me, it didn't feel like the teaching practice was coming to an end at all. And I wasn't counting down the days because the practice was going to end anyway; it was inevitable. The student teachers & I reflected on our time spent at Riccarton High School, sharing many stories of school life, what they will & will not miss, what they learned, and what they hoped to get on their final reports. For Thursday, we put on a Morning Tea consisting of savouries and chocolate squares as a way of thanking the teaching staff for their guidance & tolerance. I personally thanked my two associates with a bottle of wine and a thank you note.

For most of the week, my Year 12s & 13s were working on their own, but I finished teaching chord progressions to my Year 12s and corrected the activity that went with it. My Year 9 English class were tasked with created an advertisement poster in pairs, so that left me to walk around and assist. On Friday, all my students bid me farewell & wished me all the best. The teacher's lounge was surprisingly packed for the after party, and even all the other student teachers were there. We stuffed ourselves with many finger foods & wine, while talking with our associates for the 'last time'. Before leaving, I personally thanked my associates, and the principal for letting me teach at the school.

After seven intensive weeks, I have to say that the teaching practice turned out quite well. My final report was very positive as well as the two observations the college did meaning I'm guaranteed a passing grade. Seven weeks may sound a lot but all that time gets used up pretty quickly. If I had stayed longer, I would have accompanied a Year 9 & 10 class on their 4 day trip to the Kokiri Lodge on the west coast of the South Island. With the teaching practice now out of the way, I have a month to spare before I head back to Canada for the summer. Aside from my upcoming college debriefing, I'll probably drop in at the College of Education campus to practice piano & guitar. Oh yeah, I also have a ukulele to pluck.

I'm thinking of going on a short trip somewhere before my time runs out in Middle Earth. So far, I'm pondering on Stewart Island, the Queenstown region, and Auckland. Only time will tell if something happens. I'm also considering going to see a rugby and/or cricket game. Sad that it's my second time in Middle Earth & I have yet to attend a live game. Come to think about it, I need to research the rules to rugby & cricket because I still don't get it!

Weeks 5 & 6

The last two weeks of teaching practice have come & gone, and as I write this, it's already Week 7, the last week of teaching practice. I would have written about Weeks 5 & 6 (April 26th - May 7th) earlier but lesson planning and writing about my North Island Adventure needed to come first.

My Year 9 English class was away at camp for Week 5 so that gave my associate & I a spare period to relax and plan future lessons. Riccarton High School operates the Kokiri Lodge Programme for the Year 9 & 10 curriculum. For 4 days, junior students stay at the Kokiri Lodge on the west coast of the South Island where they participate in a rigorous outdoor program. Students travel on the TranzAlpine Express train, a route that I took with my parents back in 2008. If I had the time, I would have gone along but I had to teach my Year 12s & 13s. The Year 9s had plenty of stories to tell when they came back on Week 6. Once those stories were out of the way, my associate proceeded to teach them a new topic: advertising. At the end of one lesson, I showed the class some creative advertisements that I found on the Internet.

Week 5 was dedicated to getting my Year 13s ready for their Baroque Era Quiz on Thursday, meaning review, review, review. I stressed to them that if they knew the definitions then they would be set for the quiz & for life. The quiz was written in 3 parts: listening, definitions, and long answers. The results were quite good with the majority passing and five students achieving very high marks. For Week 6, the Year 13s had to choose a topic for their research assessment and work on it.

My Year 12s were instructed in the creation & structure of an 8 bar melody. To make sure they really understood, I tasked them to write an 8 bar melody for Friday, in a major or minor key, with a time signature, and a simple bass accompaniment. Before they got working on the keyboards, I showed them several tricks with melody writing: repetition, inversion, retrograde, augmentation, and diminution. The melodies I received on Friday & the following Monday were impressive and written in different styles. The following week, I introduced them to primary & secondary chords, and they were given time to work on their final musical compositions.

The alternative Year 9 music class finished learning about Ice Cream Chords that were popular in the 1950s. The examples that were used by my associate were 'Those Magic Changes' from the musical Grease, and the annoying 'Heart & Soul' by Hoagy Carmichael. After that, there turned their attentions to learning how to play the melody & chords of the popular New Zealand song 'Renegade Fighter' by the rock band Zed.

My second & final observation from the College of Education happened on Friday of Week 6, with me teaching my Year 9 music class. I had to teach & control students with ADD & ADHD. The topic was learning the structure of the song 'Cruise Control' by the NZ band Headless Chickens, and getting the students to play the melody. Overall the lesson went better than I expected but I have to admit that if my college associate wasn't there, I would have had to refer several students for disruptive behaviour. When it comes to students with learning difficulties, you have to be constantly working them, otherwise they quickly lose interest and chaos ensues.

The month of May is New Zealand Music Month, a Middle Earth oriented promotion run by the NZ Music Commission. Basically, all media outlets (TV, radio, internet, etc) advertise & show off Middle Earth's best & brightest musical stars. Of course, there are also many live concerts that are staged across the country. To show my support, I've been wearing the NZ Music Month pin; white circles on a black background. During Week 6, the school jazz band, barbershop chorus, and kapa haka group performed at the library to celebrate New Zealand Music Month. The performances were all well done & the audience gave all the acts a standing ovation.

I should also note that several days ago was May 4th, unofficially known as Star Wars Day where fans celebrate Star Wars culture & the landmark films by George Lucas. 'May the 4th be with you.'

N.I.T.: Rotorua Museums & Final Thoughts

The next day, I walked back to the Government Gardens, intent on visiting the Rotorua Museum of Arts & History. As always, the sun was shining, the sky was blue, but the wind strong. The museum is located in the historic 1908 Bath House which offered therapeutic treatments for arthritis, rheumatism, and 'cases of nervous debility' until the 1940s. The museum opened in 1969 followed by the art gallery in 1977.

At the time of my arrival, one entire section of the museum was closed for renovation. However, there were still plenty of exhibitions to see. After paying the $12 admission, I walked upstairs to take pictures of the gardens from the second floor windows & enjoy the Mirror Magic exhibit. Mirror Magic interactively explores the science of reflections & reflected light. You get to play with mirrors, toy objects, and beams of light, like in a Grade 10 Science class. Also on the top floor was an exhibit dedicated to the famous Tudor Towers Restaurant that operated out of the Bath House between 1965 & 2000. Many upcoming & already famous NZ music acts performed at this establishment that specialized in fine dining, dancing, and cabaret performances.

From there, I descended back to the ground floor, passed through a couple of doors & the museum cafe to explore the 28th Maori Battalion Gallery. The exhibit primarily focuses on B Company of the Battalion, showcasing letters, medals, pictures, and a map of their epic battles in Greece, Crete, North Africa, and Italy during the Second World War. I believe it was the German General Westphal who remarked, "Give me the Maori Battalion & I will conquer the world,' often mis-credited to the 'Desert Fox', General Erwin Rommel.

Next to the Battalion Gallery is the Te Arawa Gallery with a huge collection of treasures and artifacts from the Te Arawa iwi (tribe) that settled in the Rotorua region back in 800 C.E. There're are many paintings, carvings, weaved baskets, and written accounts to explore in this exhibit. If cameras were allowed, I would have snapped a few pictures for my BLOG readers to see.

And lastly, there was the Bath House exhibit, where spa treatment met crazy science. While in operation, the Bath House was the site of crazy experiments being conducted to discover better treatment of illnesses. One such experiment was to bathe in electrified water (non-lethal of course). The white tubs & saunas in each of the rooms were built into the ground, tapping into the geothermal activity. The biggest problem was the cost of maintenance. The sulfur & steam corroded the wood, paint, and iron pipes, costing thousands to repair and replace.

The next museum on my list was the Caterpillar Museum, located just north of the city centre along Fairy Springs Road, past theSkyline Rides. It took me around 30 minutes to get there on foot. The Caterpillar Museum is the first of its kind, housing over 30 refurbished Caterpillar vehicles that were imported to New Zealand since the early 20th century. The museum may look shoddy from the outside because it occupies a large warehouse building, but inside, the layout is well done & organized. The $20 admission is a little expensive but it's probably because of the high cost of maintenance. There are four TVs that show four different videos about how the Caterpillars were used in New Zealand & throughout the world. When you think about it, at any given moment, there are various Caterpillars carving out the planet to suit the needs of millions of people.

For dinner, my brother & I chose to dine at Macs Steaks on Tutanekei Street in downtown Rotorua. A portion of the street had been closed to vehicles, letting nearby restaurants use the street to set tables & chairs for customers. We parked ourselves in front of the bar & ordered some drinks. Since it was our last night Rotorua, I ordered a Steinlager Pure in a 1 litre glass mug. Best $18 ever spent! From there we shared a plate of garlic bread before receiving our main courses: T-bone steaks with side orders of fries & salad. I was full after the steak but my brother decided to indulge in an ice cream dessert. The bill came up to . . . um, well, let's just say it was high but worth it. Give this place a try when you find yourself in Sulfur City.

On the morning of April 17th, my brother & I checked out of the YHA Treks, hailed a cab, and got dropped off at the Rotorua Airport with our bags. We checked ourselves in and waited for our separate flights. My brother would fly to Auckland then to Australia, whereas I would fly back to Wellington to board another plane to Christchurch. After exchanging goodbyes, my brother boarded the small plane & was off to Auckland, leaving me to mope around the Rotorua terminal for another hour. After several more hours, I was back in my Christchurch flat, unpacking, and throwing out my vegetables that had turned rotten. Overall, Rotorua is a nice place but the sulfur smell is tough to get used to. I'll have to go back to check out Tamaki Maori Village, Mitai Maori Village, & the geysers of Wai-O-Tapu.

Despite my best efforts, not everything went according to plan. I had secretly planned to tandem skydive from 15,000 feet above the Rotorua skies but the unpredictable winds made it impossible for a safe jump. Even though I reassured the NZONE staff that I could swim, had previously jumped in Christchurch, and didn't mind landing way off course, they still would not let me go up because of the risks. Plus, the company was still in damage control because of a news story about a landing accident in Queenstown that exaggerated the injuries and damaged the company's credibility. I guess I'll have to conquer the Rotorua skies on another day.

Aside from the Great Upset, the two week trip turned out quite well. I saw a lot of cool stuff, ate a lot of steak, drank plenty of beer, and took 290 pictures & 2 videos. The only downside, of course, was that my brother & I only had two full days to explore each city. That's tolerable because this trip was more about quantity than quality. Another trip will be needed to explore the remaining neighbourhoods. If you've got the time, money, will, and strength (my brother & I walked everywhere), then experiencing a trip like this will be totally worth it!

End of North Island Tour Series.

(Post 10 of 10)

N.I.T.: Enter Rotorua

The city of Rotorua is located in the Bay of Plenty region on New Zealand's North Island & has a population of roughly 55,600 people. The city's full name in Te Reo Maori is Te Rotorua-nui-a-Kahumatamomoe, meaning 'The second great lake of Kahumatamomoe.' The two main lakes in the area are Lake Rotorua & Lake Roto Iti. Kahumatamome was the uncle of the Maori chief Ihenga, whose Te Arawa iwi (tribe) settled the area before the arrival of the Europeans. The city is a major tourist destination because it's a major centre of Maori arts & culture, and due to geothermal activity meaning geysers, mud pools, and hot springs. This would be the fourth & final city my brother & I would visit on our North Island Trip.

Our bus left the small Napier Bus Terminal at 1130 on April 14th, and made its way to the town of Taupo to drop off the passengers transferring to the double decker Auckland buses, before continuing on to Rotorua. The 4 hour bus ride was mostly uneventful & I passed the time listening to my MP3 Player. Once in Rotorua, my brother & I walked to the 5 star YHA Treks hostel just north of the town's centre. Our Twin Ensuite room was small but had two separate beds & a private washroom. My only complaint is that there is no lock on the washroom door (sliding door in this case)! I can't understand why some hotels overlook privacy concerns. There must always be a lock on the washroom door, regardless if you trust the people you're travelling with.

The town's centre is similar to Nelson: two/three storey buildings with shops, cafes, fancy restaurants, and fast food outlets. A large white tarp sits above the Hinemoa & Tutanekai intersection for street performances and buskers. I'm not sure if this happens frequently, but during our two day stay, upright pianos had been placed in random locations in the city centre for people to play. Some pianos sounded good while others needed tuning.

Rotorua's major inconvenience are the hydrogen sulfide emissions that drench the area in a constant 'rotten eggs' smell. The city's two unofficial names are Sulfur City & Rotten-rua. At first, I couldn't smell it, but when I walked down to the lake to explore the Government Gardens, the stench immediately made its presence known. The intensity depends on the wind; one minute the smell is light, and then the next minute it's unbearable. I had to spit several times to get the rotten eggs taste off my tongue. Sulfur is Mother Nature's gas. If I had known how bad it can be, I would have brought a gas mask.

The Government Gardens were created as a recreational area along the southern shore of Lake Rotorua during the late 19th century. The 50 acres of land were given to the city as a gift from the original Maori owners. The Gardens is also where the Rotorua Museum & restored bath houses are located. Hundreds of birds flock & swim along the southern shore, hoping to get some food from tourists. The black swans are friendly & will come really close to you expecting food. Other introduced birds include mallards, red billed gulls, and black billed gulls. I should warn you that these birds have a nasty habit of leaving feces on the public walkways so be careful where you step.

Kuirau Park is one of the best places to experience & photograph Rotorua's geothermal activities. Located just a few blocks to the east of the city centre, this park contains many hot bubbling mud pools and lakes with floating mist. And the smell isn't bad either! For safety, the mud pools are surrounded by wooden fences, and you're only allowed to walk on designated wooden paths when exploring the lakes. I'm not surprised because we're dealing with extreme boiling temperatures. You know those bubbling sounds you hear when you boil water on a kitchen stove? Those are the sounds the bubbles from the mud pits make. The best time to visit the park would be in mid to late afternoon because it's quieter & peaceful.

To Be Continued . . .

(Post 9 of 10)