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Prelude to Alaska

July 11th, 2011

Road ahead

Today’s Kiwese word or phrase: "will fear". Benefits for the poor

The smaller places. Frontier feel. Empty, open roads. Steep, wooded hillsides. Dry cold. Snap rather than sharp. Reminded me of Alaska. Not that I’ve ever been there. Just how I imagine it to be.

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Daylight

July 10th, 2011

PunCavern (3)

Punakaiki Cavern. Near the small village of Punakaiki. On the west coast of New Zealand’s South Island

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Water features

July 10th, 2011

Water(2)

On the beach. Close to the village of Punakaiki. On the west coast of New Zealand’s South Island

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Evening sun at Punakaiki

July 10th, 2011

Punacoast (5)

Punakaiki. On the west coast of New Zealand’s South Island

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Taste of the Tasman – Part Two

July 9th, 2011

Taste of the Tasman – Part Two from Ken Roberts on Vimeo.

More scenes from along the coast around Punakaiki. On the west coast of New Zealand’s South Island

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Taste of the Tasman – Part One

July 9th, 2011

Taste of the Tasman – Part One from Ken Roberts on Vimeo.

Scenes from along the coast around Punakaiki. On the west coast of New Zealand’s South Island

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Weka

July 9th, 2011

Weka

For bird-lovers… Am assured it’s a flightless Weka. But I’m often wrong..

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Punakaiki Lisa

July 8th, 2011

Lisa

Today’s Kiwese word or phrase: "Fitter cheney". Type of pasta

She liked languages. Spoke five. Dutch. Her native German. Italian. English. Fluent. And the Swiss dialect I can never quite remember the name of.

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This is Punakaiki

July 8th, 2011

This is Punakaiki from Ken Roberts on Vimeo.

As Ken says, this is Punakaiki. Filmed in slow motion lest you miss it. Enchanting spot on the west coast of New Zealand’s South Island

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Rolling along

July 8th, 2011

Today’s Kiwese word or phrase: "dome onion". Bit more tricky this one. How the Kiwis describe their nation state

We were making good time our driver explained. Pale white faces around the bus suggested few were surprised by this. His joviality the only constant as we plunged down the steep, windy mountain roads. Safe hands. White knuckles.

We’d made good time to our first cafe stop a little earlier. Murchison. Might also have been the name of the small town on whose edge we sat. I’d missed the sign as we’d sped in. Short break. Enough time for tea, toilets and a few photographs. Felt a little guilty using their facilities as I’d no intention of buying anything. I’d my flask and sandwiches.

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