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The prettiest garden in the world

Posted by Jack on Nov. 16, 2018, 12:50 p.m. in New Zealand Lifestyle

Last week I quoted that great modern poet, Oprah Winfrey, cough cough, who described Queenstown and its surrounds as a place where ‘God was just showing off’. I endorsed that summary of this part of New Zealand, she was bang on the money.  I am not sure if she made it to Fiordland or if she ever walked the Milford Track, something I have been waiting 40 years to do and have spent the better part of the past week doing. If she had, I suspect even she might have been rendered speechless. If the Big O made it that far she might agree with me when I suggest God may have been showing off in Queenstown but in Fiordland, God created a playground for giants in what is arguably the prettiest garden in the world. God, it seems, was also a bit of a dab hand at landscape gardening.

How anyone can really begin to adequately describe a landscape of such epic scale and beauty as the Fiordland National Park is beyond me and exceeds my talents. This Park exists in an environment produced by geologic forces incomprehensible in their power, with glacial formed U-shaped valleys with near 1500 meter cliffs soaring almost vertically into the often brooding sky, of fiords 300m deep and forested valleys filled with hundreds of towering waterfalls, and as spring turns to summer, snow still sitting atop the highest peaks, I can imagine the Gods sitting around drinking a good local Pinot Noir and admiring their handiwork below.  This is a place that almost defies description.

I can’t do it justice. Photos can’t do it justice, you simply have to see it to believe it.

I’d suggest leaving the camera at home, no photo I have seen that you might share with your friends and family will begin to recreate the sheer magnificence and immense scale of the place. Trust me - I just took over 2000….and not one did the place any justice at all.

Milford Track is limited these days to 14,000 hikers annually and all must travel in the same direction over four days. What it meant was, you could walk for hours and see and hear no other humans (something I love). It was you, the sound of running water, the occasional avalanche (seriously but high in the mountains) and birdsong. You really get to enjoy a small part of the world as it has been for many thousands of years.

We went with Ultimate Hikes who have a private concession in this UNESCO World Heritage Site, National Park that covers 8% of Te Wai Pounamu (South Island) and sits at its south western corner. 

On our first day as we crossed Lake Te Anau by boat to get to our starting off point we crossed the 45th parallel which meant that we were exactly half way between the equator and Antarctica (it felt I have to say more like Antarctica, it was a freezing day of only around 7 degrees).

Day two up the Clinton Valley was simply breathtaking. The sun was more or less out, the temperature a very comfortable (for walking) 16-17 degrees. A relatively easy 17 km walk with light packs (we carried all our clothes, everything else was provided for us at the lodges) through thick rainforest, a big blue sky squeezed between the sheer cliffs and light fluffy clouds.

Day three we trekked up and over the MacKinnon pass, greeted at the summit by a number of Kea (mountain parrots that have this insatiable curiosity - anything not tied down is chewed or stolen, I swear they have a form of OCD). The misty clouds danced and swirled and occasionally wrapped themselves around us offering only tantalizing, and at best, stolen glimpses of the forested valley a thousand meters below. We were at that stage far above the tree line and in fields of tussock grass.

The walk down the other side as we left the tussock lands, saw the grasses replaced by the most beautiful of alpine flora - I had to keep telling myself this was a not a meticulously planned and planted garden, such was its perfection. The Mount Cook Lily (actually a buttercup) had just started flowering - its petals white as fresh snow contrasting with the greens, greys and browns around it.

Those alpine plants gave way to forest once again and we were back in the company of giant trees, ferns and goodness only knows how many species of mosses.

Late on day three we had the option of a side hike to the Sutherland Falls, New Zealand’s largest waterfall and the fifth highest in the world. Nothing prepared me for this.

The Sutherland Falls lie in a deep valley, around 45 minutes’ walk (stagger by that stage) from Quinton Lodge. They lie off the main track and given it had been a pretty exhausting seven hour slog over a mountain pass I wasn’t going to go. My legs were more than weary, I was joint sore and feeling utterly spent physically but the promise of another walk among ancient towering beech trees, hundreds of years old and more crystal clear rivers with raging rapids perked me up and kept me going.

These forests are my ‘happy place’.

This is thick temperate rainforest. Ground ferns, beds of moss you can sink your arm into up to your elbow, liverworts, tree ferns and trees of every shade lined the track - everywhere life could be, it was. Plants filled every possible piece of the under-canopy and spilled over onto the track. This is a landscape dominated by rock, water and the colour green in every shade and hue. Even the mighty beech trees were covered in lime green mosses, many of these mosses dangling from the branches such is the moisture content of the air.

As we approached the waterfall and perhaps 200m away from it, the roar grew louder, its spray being fired almost horizontally through the rainforest and with every step the wind generated by the force of the falling water increased in strength. The rain jacket was zipped up that little bit tighter in a reflex but largely futile attempt to keep the water out. Suddenly the trees parted and in front of us was a sight that took my breath away. Not just a waterfall, but a 580m high waterfall - only around three or four metres wide but containing millions of litres of the purest water cascading down over two terraces to where we stood. 

The noise was that of a jet engine. The wind battered us and I felt like we were standing in the teeth of a hurricane.

This was the granddaddy of all waterfalls, tumbling from cliffs towering almost a thousand metres above us. Straight up.

The old ‘Jurassic Park’ cliché springs to mind and the entire valley did look like it had been created by a movie maker and overlaid onto a blue screen and we were the tiny and insignificant actors. Had a Velociraptor poked its head out from behind a large, rotting log, I’d not have been surprised. This valley did not look of this world.

We took the obligatory snaps more to remind ourselves of what we had seen, as you couldn’t begin to capture the entirety of those 580 meters, the majesty nor the magnificent fury of this tumbling, torrent of water.

Then back to the lodge, day three under our belts and feeling very small in a very big and very challenging environment. I slept like the dead.

Day three we woke to heavy rain. In this part of New Zealand we don’t measure rainfall in millimetres or even centimetres, but in meters. This corner of south western New Zealand lies in the region known as the ‘roaring forties’ which means it is windy and relatively warm and that means, wet. Moisture is driven up the western sides of high mountains by these westerlies, it condenses and it falls as rain.  In fact it rains on 200 days a year. In sheets. Apparently we struck it pretty lucky as even on day three the rain had largely stopped a couple of hours into our trek.

But those waterfalls had been refuelled. As we walked to the Sutherland Falls the night before the valley was filled with scores if not hundreds of waterfalls. Dwarfed by the Sutherland they were still impressive in themselves but by the next morning they were all in aquatic overdrive.

It occurred to me that those early European explorers and surveyors who first came up these valleys were incredibly tough - no modern waterproof clothing and boots for them. Carried everything on their backs. They’d have been wet and cold for days. How they must have suffered when a trek that took us three days took them six weeks.

The Maori who were the original builders of the trail many centuries before MacKinnon and Mitchell explored what became known as the Milford Track were also here in even less clothing and protection from the elements but such was their want and need for Pounamu (greenstone or jade), they too endured these tough elements. Archeologists have found human bones in some of the caves here suggesting some paid a heavy price for this most prized of rocks.

It is equally clear the Europeans who surveyed these parts in the 19th century had not a poetic bone in their bodies. As a result we walked downArthur Valley, sat by Lake Ada, traversed the Clinton Valley and stood beneath the Sutherland Falls - if I were naming this place it would have to be ‘Valley of a thousand waterfalls’ and it is no numerical exaggeration.

This place is sculptured by water. Originally by frozen rivers of ice and now by the liquid form. Not only does it tumble out of the sky or travel down waterfalls to the rivers below in thousands of streams, the water here is surely among the most pure in the world. We carried water bottles and drank our fill from water that, despite, or perhaps because of, being filtered through layers of moss had not the slightest taste of vegetation or dirt and was crystal clear - it was the sweetest water I have ever drunk.

The water running through the streams and rivers was in fact so clear, we spotted fat trout, hanging in the currents from 100m away. You could count every pebble lining the river beds, often several meters deep, if you were so inclined.

A final thought if this has in any way inspired you to follow in our footsteps. You need to be moderately fit to do the Milford Track and it is not for sissies but anyone that gets into reasonable shape can, through Ultimate Hikes, enjoy what is truly an amazing slice of God’s Own country as we like to call New Zealand.

A place where (a) God may well have been showing off but man, got it so right.

Until next week

 

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Queenstown - Where God Starting Showing Off

Posted by Iain on Nov. 9, 2018, 1:54 p.m. in New Zealand Lifestyle

I have been in beautiful Queenstown the past few days, working and getting ready for our five day hike along the Milford Track which starts at sun up tomorrow.

Queenstown is without doubt my favourite New Zealand city. When I help clients plan their ‘Look, See and Decide’ trips to NZ, I always encourage them, no matter what the purpose of their trip, to squeeze a few days staying in this beautiful part of Te Wai Pounamu (South Island). There is no place like it on Earth. Bold claim I know.

I often say to people ‘If there is a God she lives in Queenstown’ such is the magnificence of this place. Rugged snowcapped mountains that lie 15 kilometres away seem to be within touching distance, yet recede as you drive toward them so clear is the air.

I may have been one upped by Oprah Winfrey who when here last year filming said that when it comes to this place ‘God was just showing off’. I couldn’t have said it better.

Although it is termed the adventure capital of NZ, with jet boats racing through steep sided canyons, mountain biking, water sports, fishing, hiking, paragliding, skydiving, skiing and snow sports in winter, along with being one of the areas where The Lord of the Rings trilogy was filmed, I tend to think of it as being the ‘chill out’ capital of New Zealand. That might be age talking when restaurants, cafes, bars and vineyards (with restaurants and bars) and orchards (with restaurants and bar) are more your idea of adventure. The wine produced down here is usually world class.

There is definitely something here for everyone.

When you are in a small lakeside city where almost everyone is on holiday it seems that everyone is seriously relaxed, in no great hurry and simply enjoying themselves. As I sat lakeside yesterday, sipping on a damned fine coffee, I could almost feel the stresses of dealing with immigration bureaucrats being sucked out of my midriff. It was a very nice feeling indeed.

Surrounded on all sides by towering mountains at this time of year the highest of which still have snow, the lower ones are now largely clear.

The climate is very benign and ‘continental’ meaning unlike Auckland for example there is minimal humidity and little rainfall with the average annually only 300-400mm; winters are crisp and cold and summers can be very hot. High 20s are common through summer and mid-30s more often than Auckland which lies 1000km closer to the equator. In fact Cromwell, which lies around 50km from Queenstown, has the honour of being both the hottest and coldest city in New Zealand such is the influence of it being east of the Southern Alps and lying in a mountain basin (as Queenstown does, only this Queenstown’s basin was formed by glaciers which supported ice over 1km thick).

Two weeks ago it was 27 degrees here and the next day roads were closed because of snow. That’s spring in this part of the world for you. Yesterday was 22 degrees, today it is 8 degrees as a front passes through and the wind wraps round to the south. Tomorrow it is supposed to be 17 degrees.

The city now attracts 3 million tourists a year and the plan is to double that number over the next decade. Nine new hotels are being built to add to the scores that are already here. They have had to put in traffic lights. They have ‘peak hour traffic’ and the place is expensive.

Chatting to the (English immigrant) taxi driver who charged us $40 for a 5 kilometre taxi ride from the airport, he was moaning about the sheer number of tourists flooding the place pushing up prices of everything - it does have the most expensive real estate in the country. I couldn’t help but ask him to look at his fare meter which was spinning so fast I thought it was broken! To catch a taxi in Auckland five kilometres might cost you $20 but everything seems double down here.

Therein lies the challenge for this place. The more popular it becomes the more expensive it seems to get. And the more people that flock here for the views, the activities and the food the less it becomes about what made it so great in the first place.

It’s a problem facing not just this part of the country but the entire country. We are groaning under the weight of tourists and we are scrambling to build enough facilities, hotels and the like and then find people to work in them, to meet demand.

And being from a relatively big city I crave wilderness (or at least quiet) places but with the roads heaving with rental cars, camper vans and bikes it is becoming harder to capture what I have loved about this town all my life.

How many tourists do we need to give us the lifestyle and income as a country we need?

Queenstown seems to be doing pretty well off the back of what those 3 million people spend now and the place is still pretty amazing. I am not so sure the same would be the case if we see the 7 million being planned (and hoped?) for.

The locals have managed to cap the number of flights landing at the airport and that means the two airlines that fly in here can almost charge what they like. Hotel rooms have to be booked months in advance and cost $250 - $400 a night (you can get cheaper and you can get much much more expensive - as in thousands of dollars per night). A coffee costs $5 and most places we eat at are more expensive than Auckland (which is on par with most major cities now around the world in terms of cost, so not cheap).

Every second bar/restaurant/retail shop has a ‘worker wanted’ sign in the window. This is a city where you can get a work visa without labour market testing to do any type of work (so long as you have a job) such is the chronic shortage of skilled and unskilled people. The fact it is so expensive to live here doesn’t help given tourism and hospitality jobs are usually fairly poorly paid (not sure why given what everyone charges for everything round here!). The city is full of Holiday Working Visa holders from all over the world which adds to the energy and vitality of the place.

This morning I heard Chinese being spoken, Cantonese, Spanish, Portuguese, German and Dutch and I heard English being spoken with accents from Ireland, England, South Africa, Australia and America.

The regional council wants to try and move more of the tourists to Wanaka to spread the load, another drop dead gorgeous big town/small city that lies around 70km away, but plans to expand their airport have been met with solid local resistance.

Freedom campers are everywhere and we don’t have enough public shower and toilet facilities and so they tend to do their business in places they shouldn’t (have to). It is starting to irk a lot of the locals.

Government is spending a relative pittance given tourism is an industry that employs directly or indirectly 400,000 people and is worth something like $25 billion a year, to get facilities in place. Like most governments though it seems to be a case of catch up.

However, as my wife said to me yesterday as we drove over the Crown Range to Wanaka to have a BBQ with a friend, ‘There is just nothing ugly is there? There’s no rubbish. The air is so clear and fresh, the spring growth on the trees almost looks polished and even the sheep look beautiful’.

And that sums this magnificent part of New Zealand up. There is just nothing ugly about it.

I just hope that we don’t get greedy and it becomes ugly through sheer weight of numbers. We need to preserve the reason we all love coming here.

Off tomorrow to start the five-day walk in Fiordland National Park. Had the briefing. Got all the gear in the backpack (all 7 kgs of it) and given it is spring we have been told to be prepared for heat and sun (sun hats and sun block) or cold and rain (water resistant jacket and pants) and for the high mountain passes, possibly even snow (thermal pants and tops)….um, really? Righty ho, anything and everything in five days then?…….

The scariest bit for me is not the weather -  it was the advice that we need to buy ‘special’ insect repellent because apparently the sand flies (midges) are ‘somewhat voracious’.  There was some talk of shotguns to deal with them*. Never see that in the tourist brochures!

I’ll report back next week if the blood hasn’t been all sucked out of me.

*Sandfly joke

Iain MacLeod

Southern Man

 

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The Promise of Summer

Posted by Iain on Nov. 2, 2018, 4:41 p.m. in New Zealand Lifestyle

 

I really love this time of year in northern New Zealand. It is now late spring/early summer, the days are getting longer and they are consistently brighter and warmer. We do however still have colder snaps and the shorts and tee shirts are replaced by jeans and hoodies. Evenings remain cool.

I’ve been planting plenty of rocket (lettuce) seeds in the raised garden beds and ripped out the underperforming Bok Choy and cabbages. New Lavender plants in italian pots dot the garden. Tomato stakes are in the ground, the tomatoes starting to flower. Peas climbing the chicken wire. Leeks thickening. Courgettes starting to flower.

Bird netting has been thrown over the nectarine, plum and peach trees to protect the marble sized fruits as they develop and sweeten.

The insects are back and the annual battle against them will once again be waged. Neither side ever seems to win.

Fledgling birds are all around. The native Tui, having drunk heavily from nectar laden spring flowers the past few weeks are a constant and welcome cacophany, their calls reminiscent of chiming bells as they chase each other through and around the tree tops.

The sun now sets close to 8pm, with daylight saving having kicked in around a month ago, putting our clocks forward an hour which seems to create a real change in how so many of us feel about the world.

The promise of summer.

I am typing this looking out over Bream Bay under a cloudless sky. It's late afternoon and a slight chill is descending but it is still shorts and sun glasses.

It is at this time of year that New Zealand has the greatest range of temperatures. In winter there’s probably little more than 5-10 degrees (C) separating the warmest and coldest cities along the 1200km length of the country. In spring things seem to go haywire or at least a little schizophrenic.

Two weeks ago Central Otago and Canterbury in Te Wai Pounamu (South Island) were enjoying temperatures of 25-26 degrees for several days. Queenstown hit 27 degrees. Three days later residents of Central Otago were shoveling snow in what was hopefully the last southern blast before summer. A 30 degree swing in 24 hours.

Up our end of the country things are so much more sedate, settled and predictable. However, Auckland is often cooler than Christchurch in spring with temperatures still in the high teens to low twenties. Christchurch lies around 1000 km to the south of Auckland…..

Each month up here in the north sees temperatures rising around 2-3 degrees on the previous.

Whereas in September I had seedlings drowning because of the rain, I am now having to water them every couple of days - putting in an irrigation system for the veggies this weekend at the beach house.

We are told that the heat is about to arrive and we have one more week of spring. Farmers are already worried about the lack of rain and the firefighters are on alert as we hit scrub and forest fire season.

The humidity is also on the rise. I was in Melbourne for a couple of days this week. Melbourne lies, in terms of lattitude, around 450km south of Auckland (same sort of latitude as New Plymouth). We arrived to a 21 degree day and very much like Auckland at this time of year. The evening was quite cold. Day two it was around 24 degrees and similarly cool evening. Yesterday, as we drove to the airport midafternoon, it was announced it was 33 degrees. Today at my beach house in NZ it is about 20 degrees yet this 20 degrees felt as warm (I swear!) as Melbourne’s 33. How can that be? 

Warm oceans surround Auckland and Northland. With that comes high humidity. We have it and Melbourne doesn’t. I hadn’t raised anything approaching a sweat walking from the office to the hotel at 230pm even though the walk was around 3 kilometers. NZ humidity is always high - at its lowest up this end of the country it is always at least around 70% and this is why I tell people to be very wary of judging a country or a city by the raw temperature reading.

I have said this before - I have been in Johannesburg, Cape Town and Melbourne when the mercury reaches 35 degrees yet it ‘feels like’ a 25-26 degree day in Auckland of which through summer we get many. Until you live, or have lived, with humidity you cannot appreciate the difference a bit of water in the atmosphere makes to how you feel. A few weeks ago I was in Hanoi and the temperature was 33 degrees and it felt twice as hot as Melbourne simply because of the humidity. In Vietnam my shirt was soaked in sweat and I am not a big ‘sweater’. In Melbourne not a drop on my back.

That is one of the reasons I so enjoy the climate of Northland. Sure there is a winter, often soggy, well, always soggy and we have fires through the coldest few months but it is never cold cold - no snow or anything silly like that.

Our climate here seems to have changed somewhat - we almost have a rainy season (May - October) and then a dry season with little regular rain. When we get it over summer, we get it big time. Tropical in intensity but fleeting.

The boat engine will get a checkup shortly, the cover pulled off the boat's back and the fishing rods cleared of their cobwebs. I can hear the fish calling…..

I really enjoy having four discernible seasons in this part of the country, the changes in temperatures, variable daylight hours and rainfall patterns. You get a real sense of the passage of time so often missing in more ‘mono’ climates.

And we sure look forward to summer.

Right now we live with the promise.

Next week I am heading to Queenstown for a couple of days and then my wife and I, along with a group of friends, are going to walk the Milford Track. I was down there last year and was awestruck by the epic scale of the landscape. This is one of NZ's great walks where limited numbers of people are allowed to make this trek (odyssey seems a more fitting word) over four days. It is also the one part of NZ where it is still going to be winter and where the daily temperature highs are predicted to be 11- 17 degrees. Ech year they receive 3000-9000mm of rain. Yikes! Nothing summery about that and I hear the sandflies (midges) are the size of mosquitos and the mosquitos the size of cats. We have been warned to buy hard core insect repellent as the usual pharmacy bought stuff is for 'normal' blood sucking insects

Can't wait. 

Until next week (although there may be no next week from me, I'll be deep in the forest)

 


Channeling Bear Grylls

Posted by Iain on Oct. 26, 2018, 6:49 p.m. in New Zealand Lifestyle

My marketing team tell me no one wants to read my blogs about lifestyle; apparently the most popular blogs are about topics like what sort of relationship evidence will satisfy your average immigration officer if you are trying to get your partner a visa, or how you get jobs without visas and visas without jobs or why time is your enemy. To them I say, fine, I get it, but our work at IMMagine is as much about preparing people for the kind of life they can or will have in New Zealand (or Australia), as it is about getting them here.

I also happen to know there are a lot of people that read this that are frankly more interested in the pieces about our lives and values as they are about the visas.

So this week is for the greenies!

A quick recap – around 15 months ago our family and some very good friends purchased 22 hectares of land around 150km north of Auckland. The land runs north to south like a great big W. Three ridges, we have two small sleepouts and an open air kitchen on the middle one. The slopes on either side are steep and both feature spring (we think) and rain fed streams with two waterfalls. The property is largely regenerating native northland podocarp forest dominated by Kauri, some of which we believe are around 500-600 years old, Kohekohe, Taraire, Tanekaha, Rimu and Miro and a range of native mosses, liverworts, orchid and the like. It is truly a piece of heaven.

But it is also damaged goods. Ecologically speaking.

Once it would have been home to many species of native birds, including our national emblem and highly endangered Kiwi. This part of Northland’s native forest belt is depressingly quiet with the birds that once thrived here unable to sustain viable breeding populations. Introduced Brush Tailed Possums (fluffy cute marsupials about the size of a cat) from Australia, weasels, stoats and ferrets along with feral cats and the occasional wild pig have led to very quiet forests. They eat everything they can sink their teeth into.

We decided to do something about it.

New Zealand is trying to rid itself of these introduced predators by 2050 which is no easy task and we wanted to join the effort (and give us a project away from the hustle and bustle of Auckland).

There is on average meant to be around 20 possums per hectare and your average Mustelid will eat seven birds a day. Seems then we were home to around 400.

We have received some funding support from the Northern Regional Council which means we now have three marked tracks where we put out poison in bait stations for rats along with a number of traps which kill these animals humanly and instantly.

The numbers of these pests we have killed has been staggering. The latest body count, as of last weekend, is around 115 possums, around 150 rats, three feral cats and seven stoats and weasels. And most of those have been relatively recent – 20 possums last weekend alone as we have doubled the number of traps set for them. Despite these numbers which boggle my mind, it seems we might have killed perhaps a quarter of the local possum population, hopefully the voracious mustelid population has taken a hit and the rats (which I hate to tell you are often huge) seem to have taken a good beating as well.

A couple of weeks ago we had an expert out and she noticed all sorts of native orchids and other flowering and fruiting plants that she explained would not be doing so if we were not getting well on top of the population of possums and rats. Pleasing indeed. More food for the birds and other insects and invertebrates.

From our piece of damaged paradise north to the Bay of Islands (around 200km) there are now over 100 groups like ours, all doing their bit on forest and farm blocks of varying size to help make this part of the country at least somewhere where you will see Kiwi in your back garden (at night, they are nocturnal). Right now 95% don’t make it through to their first birthday. An adult Kiwi can fight off a stoat, but a baby has no chance.

The visiting expert thought it might not be long before we have Kiwi on our property as it is prime habitat. Time soon to lift and set those traps off the ground where the pests will climb but kiwis, being flightless, will not.

I was so looking forward to a long weekend clearing the traps, resetting them, putting out some and rebaiting the bait stations. However, I woke up last Saturday with a bit of a twinge in my lower back and a slightly aching leg. I had told myself before we spent a weekend in the forest the lawns at the beach house needed a mow. I quite enjoy getting out there with the weed-eater, very satisfying work. When I started doing them I had further twinges which led, after an hour, to a lot of lower back pain, resulting in my having to lie down for a bit and the pain getting worse...and not really being able to get up. 

We had planned Sunday to head over to the forest block to mark a new track on a particularly steep part of the property where, having had a strong pain killer donated by our partners in conservation, I foolishly went. I was tender but I could walk. I was channeling Bear Grylls. ‘You can do it, you have to, or you might not make it out alive’ (to the carpark), etc.

I might, if I wanted to make you laugh, tell you about the otherwise normal looking tree I sized up to lean on as I inched my way down a very steep slope, around an hour into the mission. I can spot a rotten tree and this one looked solid as. Mistake. It was in fact completely rotten such that when I leaned upon it, it proceeded to snap in the middle, dissolve into a shower of tiny wood chips and give way, disintegrating utterly. Gravity of course then took over and I, if you believe my wife, gingerly picking her way down the slope behind me, said what she saw was me doing an impersonation of a star fish – legs apart, arms outstretched before in a wild flapping of my fruit salad patterned shirt, disappeared with a crash and a yelp out of sight. All she could hear was what sounded like a barrel rolling through the undergrowth.

There was indeed much crashing and shredding of leaves. Down I tumbled. Thankfully this is northland rain forest where plentiful winter rains makes the leaf litter thick, soft and spongy meaning my only real concern as I barreled face pointing down the 80 degree slope, was when I might stop.

Which was less than immediate.

Eventually I did. Having made like a bob sledder, without the bob sled. I lay there, feeling quite fine, just a little surprised, and yes slightly embarrassed that my inner Bear Grylls, my usually mountain goat like feet and eagle eyes (so ‘at one’ with the forest) had so badly let me down.  

I could hear shouts from behind me and from up the hill ‘Are you okay?’ and ‘Lie still’ (which I found more than a little ironic given this was a really steep hill, I was lying face down deep in the leaf litter and getting up was the last thing I could do without further risk of plunging deeper into the forest below).

I rolled onto my side, swiveled, turned, twisted and sort of bounced (staggered?) up. I felt surprisingly okay (adrenalin surge...) for a 20 meter rainforest tumble. ’Do you feel faint?” ’Sit down!!” demanded my conservation companions.

I felt fine but when the ’nurses’ checked me out I realised it hadn’t all been leaf litter and spongy undergrowth - there had been rocks and I had a nice gash in my shin. Which now seems in the process of getting infected.

Needless to say I spent the rest of our long weekend of glorious early summer weather prone on the couch or in bed with nothing but Asprin for pain relief (the local pharmacy burned down a couple of weeks ago in mysterious circumstances and the only other one within 25 km was closed for the public holiday).

My gait this week has looked remarkably like a cross between a chimpanzee and a 95 year old man. Perfect for the rainforest, looking a lot like one of Jane Goodall’s apes at the Gombe reserve in Africa.

I imagine there might be a few possums (also nocturnal) shaken from their slumber thinking there was a magnitude 6.8 earthquake as I tumbled past their nests and if they can giggle, might just have been doing so.

Possum and mustelid karma? 

Who knows, but ridding this wonderful forest of these critters is worth the pain.

Until next week...

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Turning Back the Clock

Posted by Iain on May 4, 2018, 7:49 p.m. in New Zealand Lifestyle

A few months ago, I shared the news that our family had joined forces with good friends to purchase 22 hectares (50 acres) of rainforest 20 minutes south of Whangarei in Northland, New Zealand.

Our purpose was to try and turn back the ecological clock - as best anyone can - to allow a magnificent piece of native rainforest a chance to return to its former glory.

It has been eerily silent since we took it over last year.

New Zealand peddles something of a myth about being ‘clean and green’ – it is, relative to the rest of the world, but that says more about the state of many parts of the world than it does about New Zealand. Superficially, New Zealand is indeed a stunning country with magnificent landscapes, forests, rivers and lakes but when you get down to the ecosystems once supported, they are under tremendous pressure. Most of our forests have been under siege from introduced insects and mammals with most local species having no way of defending themselves. Most forest birds end up as dinner...95% of Kiwi chicks, for example, do not make it to their first birthday. A sorry indictment on a country that markets itself as it does.  

Our plan was to try and get on top of these introduced pest species including rats, mice, Brush Tailed Possums, stoats and weasels in order to give the local native bird and invertebrate populations a chance at finding a sanctuary where they can once again live and raise offspring.

We began setting (humane) traps to deal with Possums and the Mustelids (Stoats, Weasels and Ferrets) around September 2017. The Mustelids in particular are killing machines, on average taking out around 7 birds a day within their territory. The Brush Tailed Possum, a very cute, furry, nocturnal cat sized marsupial was introduced to NZ over a century ago and with no natural predators their population is now estimated to be 30 million. Seven Possums will eat the same amount of vegetation as a sheep each day, so our forests are under siege. Possums also eat birds eggs and chicks.

We also spent a few months putting out poisoned baits specifically targeting rodents and Possums. In 4 months we went through around 10kgs...all of it eaten.

The results have been both stunning and disturbing. 

Since October the kill tally has been:

Rats: 59

Possums: 42

Stoats/Weasels: 4

Cats (feral): 3

That is in the traps! It doesn’t include however many have been poisoned which I’d suggest would at least double or even triple the numbers. Remember, we are talking about 22 hectares here – you can walk around the entire property in about three hours (it is steep). 

Take these numbers and multiple it by several million to get an idea of how many of these pests live across the whole country and you start, I hope, to understand why when you enter most of our forests they are strangely and depressingly silent.

Over the past year I have caught in my backyard in Mount Eden (we are talking 3km from downtown Auckland) in a single trap, 12 Possums. The latest one last night…

At our beach house (around 20 minutes drive from our forest) I have trapped or shot a similar number. 

That’s around 60 Possums in 12 months on our urban and rural properties.

No wonder the birds and forests are being decimated – what chance do they have with such overwhelming numbers of predators and animals competing for their food?

Unfortunately, we are only able to visit the forest property over weekends to reset the traps. If we were there more regularly, no doubt we’d be killing more. While these numbers are absolutely staggering if we are up there and staying the night, we still come across Possums everywhere (so we now have a gun!).

We have applied for some funding from the Northland Regional Council and we expect they will come to the party allowing us to have buy enough traps to have a ring of them around the property. 

It seems, however, that as fast as we kill these critters more simply move in.

We know we have the highly endangered Brown Kiwi living in the area where our forest is and as more landowners like us join forces and start rigorous trapping programmes we are hoping that at some point in the future we will have Kiwi wandering around our backyards. 

It can happen – half an hour away from our forest block a number of landowners got together about ten years ago and all chipped in money to employ a fulltime trapper. In 2010 it was estimated there were 80 odd Kiwi struggling for existence there. Today there is close to 850. People literally have Kiwi poking around their back yards.

While it may not be possible to ever completely turn back the ecological clock, we now have a citizen army fighting back and giving it a damned good go, attempting as best we can to get on top of the vast hordes of predators silencing our mainland forests.

One introduced predator at a time.

Until next week...

Iain MacLeod, Southern Man


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A Mother of a Road Trip Across NZ

Posted by Iain on Jan. 19, 2018, 4:44 p.m. in New Zealand Lifestyle

Welcome to 2018 everyone.

What a start it has been for us. Usually we can expect January to begin at a rather sedate pace but not 2018. With a new President in the offing for 2019 in South Africa, I thought the market there might quieten a little – WRONG! - as Donald Trump might say. Our first seminars in South Africa has seen 800 people invited to attend with two weeks to go, from the close to 1600 or so who have asked to attend. The other 800 we don't believe we can assist unfortunately having gone through our screening processes.

With a seminar in Singapore tomorrow the number invited there just topped 500.

We have started advertising for another licensed adviser to join us, as we expect the year to be an extremely busy one as the world continues to go barking mad and New Zealand represents a first world oasis of calm.

I didn’t take much of a break over Christmas and only got ten days or so but spent it with friends and family up at our beach house and forest block.

We have had the summer of all summers across New Zealand. In December temperatures were on average 2.5 degrees Celsius warmer than usual across the country. Doesn’t sound like much but when 26 degrees and 75% humidity becomes 29 degrees and 75% humidity it is all of a sudden like living in Tahiti or Fiji rather than Auckland or Christchurch. Climate records continue to be pushed hard – last week Invercargill (bottom of the South Island) hit 33 degrees, it was 35 degrees at Dunedin airport a few days ago, Christchurch has hit 36 degrees on many a day over the past 6-8 weeks, and Auckland has been stuck at between 25-28 degrees since November. It’s like February came early...

Rain has been scarce with droughts declared in many parts of the country – the usual suspects of the eastern coasts of both islands but recently on the other sides of the mountains in the South Island as well.

Fish have been caught, snorkelling has been done and I managed to find (last weekend) five intact whale ribs, a whale vertebra and part of a whale jaw whilst puddling around on an island near to our beach house. I suspect given the size of the ribs (think The Flintstones) they came from an animal that has to have been at least 10-12 metres long. We have a resident population of around 200 Bryde’s whales in the area that I have only ever seen once. An amazing find as we swum among scores of sub-tropical fish species, star fish, sea urchins, sting rays and large beds of kelp in the most amazing underwater garden. 

Last weekend I had a dip in pools below a local 15m high waterfall in a local forest (if you follow me on Instagram you can see it as well as the whale bones – southern_mannz)

The most fun of all the fun though was a 61 hour jaunt with my youngest son Tom just before Christmas who wanted to bring his car back from Dunedin (he is studying down there) to Auckland for the summer. 

If you think that sharing the driving with an impatient and opinionated (chip off the old block as they say) 21 year old and listening to rap music for 1431 kilometres might not be fun – you’d be wrong. Possibly not about the rap music but certainly about the fun.

Two things struck me about this trip – we live in the most amazing country where around every bend in the windy roads there is some new gobsmacking view, some new experience, some new taste, some new winery, some new microclimate and there are things you can see in day that would take a month of travel in bigger countries like Australia.

The second thing is how much wealthier this country is from the NZ I was a lad in. Small country towns that were dying in the 1970s are now pumping and heaving with tourists, cottage industries and vitality. It was really hard speeding through so many of them. What I wouldn’t give for a month in a campervan with no planned itinerary.

Highlights included:

Falling a little more in love with Dunedin – that most beautiful of southern cities with its Victorian homes and buildings. The richest city during the gold rush of the 1860s it ran out of money when the gold did, meaning the developers never knocked all the beautiful buildings down 100 years later. Grungy, cool, great coffee and an old school charm. Now being restored. Magic.

Stopping off at Oamaru and spending an hour or so tasting local whisky (the driver limiting his intake to just one), enjoying the restored harbour warehouse district (all made out of local stone) and enjoying another small city that has reinvented itself as the steampunk capital of the world. One large $160, 18-year-old bottle of whisky chucked in the back seat for later...

Stopping at the Whitestone Cheese factory to top up on some of the country’s most delicious cheeses including a blue which just won second prize out of 3000 entries in some prestigous international blue cheese competition somewhere in Europe. I made the mistake of mentioning I heard they came third whilst having a taste...met with a scoff and corrected! Second! Alright, already.

A night in Christchurch catching up with my sister – what a great city that is after their recent troubles.

Buying fresh apricots and boxes of Central Otago cherries on the side of the road leaving Christchurch. Driving, eating, wiping juice off chin, rolling down window and spitting out pips – for kilometre after kilometre. 

Lunch in Kaikoura where the road north had only reopened three days earlier after 2016s massive earthquake which caused huge damage to the road – amazing on so many levels, the size of the slips and the speed with which hundreds of Kiwis have rebuilt these roads (it was always one of the country’s best drives, it is now indescribable). Stopping off along that road to get up close and personal with the hundreds of NZ Fur Seals that call it home. Marvelling at the new shoreline; in places 2m higher than it was before the earthquakes. A geomorphologist’s dream.

Getting pissed with my son in a beautiful old Victorian pub in Picton and then playing chess deep into the night.

Not enjoying waiting in a long line of cars to board the ferry the next morning.

Ferry Crossing from Picton to Wellington – usually a four hour trip and it began with millpond still waters under a cloudless blue sky in the Queen Charlotte Sound as we cruised toward the open sea. 

Hitting the Cook Straight an hour later the waves were as high as 8 metres (that’s no typo). Never seen so many tourists throw down their cameras and throw up so fast. Quite comical (I don’t get seasick). Unfortunately, Tom gets seasick in the bath. Poor lad spent the next three hours clinging desperately to a toilet bowl vomiting, his will to live ebbing away (they say if you’ve been seasick you know what he means). As he clung to the toilet and vomited the rest of his body and his feet swung like a pendulum across the floor from one side of the cubicle to the other. 

Two hours in Wellington Hospital A & E while the aforementioned son was put on a saline drip and given anti-nausea medication to stop the vomiting (he is one of those that when he starts he cannot stop). Never let the public health system here be criticised – mid-day, holiday period, admitted at once, seen at once, treated for two hours, checked on every few minutes and released when he felt life could go on once again – no one asked for my visa card or insurance – I pay my taxes you see. Shout out to everyoone at Wellington Regional Hospital.

Onward to Auckland.

Two speeding tickets (one the lad, one me), one ticket for driving an unregistered vehicle (the lad), one jovial policeman, one less so, one cussing young male driver at the fact some of the tourists in their rentals really do drive at 30km per hour on the open road ("and they %$#@ brake going around corners, Dad, WHAT’S WRONG WITH THEM?!"). Not helped when you have nowhere to pass them for 45 kilometres because of the winding hilly roads and on the first straight road you floor it and......and....and there is a cop hiding behind a tree with a speed radar gun. One $250 fine later...more swearing and abuse.

Then quiet, with not much talking for about 50km thereafter apart from occasional mutterings about the injustices of the world, the ‘establishment’, ‘tourists who can’t drive’ (he has a point) and the rap music turned up several notches.

Fell into bed after 3 days and nearly 1500kms under the belt.

A wonderful way to end the year.

What a country.  

Here’s to 2018 – do something positive in it.

Until next week...

Iain MacLeod, Southern Man


A (Common) Tale of Honesty

Posted by Iain on Feb. 24, 2017, 12:41 p.m. in New Zealand Lifestyle

Most Saturday mornings sees my wife and I at our local Farmers market in Mangawhai buying some fresh produce, the world’s best bratwurst (according to the German proprietor) and yet more native plants for my ever expanding garden.

It is usually fairly uneventful however last Saturday was different.

For the first time in, well, years I got out of the car and didn’t take my satchel (‘man bag’ as my millennial sons tease me). I just slipped my wallet into my back pocket.

At stall number one I got it out so we could pay for some vegetables.

At stall number three I went to get my wallet out of my back pocket and it had gone.

Interesting what you might think had happened if you are from countries like South Africa (or almost everywhere else). I suspect many of you might think I’d been pick pocketed and others (mostly Kiwis I suspect) thought I’d probably just dropped it or left it sitting on some stall holders table – read on for the answer).

So we backtracked but none of the stall holders we had stopped at claimed to have seen it.

A bit of an ‘oh shit...' moment to be sure because it was five days before I was to leave on my next trip offshore and it contained local cash, foreign currency and worse, all my credit cards.

I left my contact details with the market manager in case someone handed it in.

We then decided to head down to the local police station to leave our details there for when someone handed it in. I should be clear I had no doubt I was not pick pocketed and I was equally certain someone would hand it in...but you never really know.

Unfortunately (or surprisingly depending on your world view) this being New Zealand the police station was closed for the weekend. Apparently we only need police during normal working hours (isn’t that just so cute?).

I wanted to report it however so rang the number they had pasted to the front door. Having reassured the police call centre this was not an ‘active crime situation involving assault or violence’ (although I thought my wife might strangle me at one point as she fought hard not to tell me I was an idiot), I logged my report. Once the description of the wallet and its contents were offered the cheery voice on the other end said ‘see ya!’. She may even have been smiling.

We drove home. Not much was said.

Once back at the beach house I got out my computer so I could call the credit card companies and banks and start cancelling my cards and ordering replacement drivers license, loyalty cards and everything else.

I opened the computer and the email program was open. 

There was the report from the police quoting my report number.

And there was an email which read:

‘Hi Iain

This is Mandy from the Mangawhai market and I have something very valuable of yours. Call me on 021……’

The one thing I never carry in my wallet is my phone number.

So this angel, Mandy, who has a stall at the market, had apparently been handed the wallet by her son. Realising there was no phone number to call me she saw my Immigration Advisers License card, went to their website, found my email address and sent me the message. She also did something else. She uploaded my photo off their website and went from stall to stall asking if anyone recognised who I might be!

No one did (I have a very bland face perhaps) and she later told me was starting to panic as she thought I might have just been passing through town as many do on their way north or south.

Anyway, in a state of great relief I called her and we agreed to meet about 30 minutes later and she handed back the wallet.

How cool is that?

I swear I never doubted someone would hand it in. It’s the New Zealand thing to do. But given I spend so much time in countries where pocket picking is a national past time I confess to having just the odd doubt.

If I didn’t know so many people that live in new Zealand who could share with you similar tales of honesty involving lost wallets in particular, I might have thought I was just lucky to get it back.

But this is New Zealand – I expected to get it back, contents and all.

Those of you who haven’t yet made the decision to move here and are fearful of what you might find, there couldn’t be a better illustration of what makes this place more special than this.

I always counsel New Zealand is not perfect, we have crime and what we do have is amplified in the media. 

This real world experience however I think shows the true nature of the overwhelming majority of Kiwis and just how well our national moral compass is aligned. 

So I am about to board another long haul flight to Singapore, with my satchel over my shoulder and all my cash and credit cards intact.

I really love this place.

Until next week

Iain Macleod

Southern Man – Letters from new Zealand


Close Encounters of the Cetacean Kind

Posted by Iain on Feb. 3, 2017, 1:06 p.m. in New Zealand Lifestyle

Earlier this week on a cloudless, sweltering summer's day we decided to take our boat out to Taranga Island; a nature reserve of several thousand hectares that sits 15 km out to sea in Bream Bay. This island and five that lie another 5km to its north east are human free and no human is permitted to step foot on them. They have been cleared of all introduced predators (rats, mice, possums, ferrets, stoats and weasels) and like so many of NZ offshore islands are the only places our native birds can live safely alongside the ancient tuatara and many species of native lizard.

Taranga is an extinct volcano rising 500m to its ancient peak, where several ‘plugs’ stand sentinel, slowly weathering. It is scarred from the occasional release of massive house-sized boulders that crash their way through the forest to the seashore below.

The sea was calm and there was no wind. The temperature was a perfect 26 degrees in the shade. 

We passed several little Blue Penguins (NZ is the northern most point of the Southern Hemisphere where penguins live permanently and has several endemic species). This island lies at about 34 degrees south which is squarely in the sub tropics. This might be one of the few places in the world where you can be in the water with both penguins and Loggerhead Turtles at the same time.

We pulled into our favourite cove and anchored in 3 metres of crystal clear water. So clear in fact that the many Stingray that call this part of the island home could be easily be seen as they glided effortlessly across and semi-buried themselves in the sand below the boat. Terracotta coloured kelp swung lazily back and forth from outcrops of rock that half cover the seafloor. Small schools of fish darted from sheltered rock to sheltered rock. Larger fish patrolled. The occasional school of cuttlefish came, hovered, reversed and moved on.

The forest on the island lay no more than 30 metres from where we anchored. It starts above the high tide mark and this forest is mature. Huge, towering trees competing for the light and the very little water that can be found on this island. The birdsong was cacophonous. 

I was reminded that nearly 300 years ago when James Cook anchored the Endeavour close to mainland New Zealand, his crew begged him to move the ship further out into the bay as they couldn’t get any sleep, such was the noise — both day and night. 

This echo of our past can still be heard on islands like Taranga and with setting aside more and more offshore islands as homes for our endangered wildlife, available for more people to experience something hard to find on the mainland these days.

Having snorkelled and swam for 30 minutes or so (yes, with the stingrays and literally thousands of Salps and non-stinging Jellyfish that made the water like a jelly soup) we had our lunch on the boat. And decided it was time for a fish.

We haven’t been out that much so far this summer and we do like our fresh fish.

You only need to travel a very short distance away from the island and the seabed drops rapidly away. Within 100 metres you have gone from high tide mark to 65 metres of depth. Taranga is, after all, the top of a mountain. At 65 meters very big fish lurk and sharks are abundant.

As there was nothing but the gentlest of breezes and next to no current, I turned the engine off and we threw the lines over and into the deep green. 

The fishing, it must be said, wasn’t great and it was certainly slow (but who could possibly care?). 

We caught four ‘keepers’ (three Snapper and a Blue Cod) and threw back another dozen or so of marginal size (we have a saying here in NZ which is ‘fish for tomorrow’).

As we sat there I noticed in the distance broken water. This far out, huge schools of small ‘bait’ fish are common and they are in turn commonly chased and hunted by larger fish which at the same time are often chased and hunted by even bigger fish, such as Kingfish. So seeing ‘boil ups' - fish jumping out of the water to escape a larger mouth bringing up its rear - is nothing unusual.

I thought these must have been pretty big Kingfish chasing this shoal to be breaking so much water... and they were moving fast toward us.

Then I realised. It wasn’t fish but a pod of Dolphin. Nothing strange about that as they are fairly common around this part of the world, but this broken water stretched over an area of about 1000m. And back behind those leading as far as the eye could see.

Within two minutes they were breaking the water either side of the boat in numbers I had never seen. Mothers and calves. Juveniles. Adults. Jumping out of the water and landing back in an explosion of water. We could even hear their high pitched calls as they communicated with one another.

And then I realised they weren’t all Bottlenose Dolphins but there was second species, also made up of mothers and calves and these were much bigger. The largest Bottlenoses I have seen look like they could be up to 3 meters long. These round headed liquorish coloured animals however were even bigger. The largest I would think would have been closer to 4m (and when you are sitting in a six meter boat, that’s pretty big). There seemed to be as many of them as Bottlenoses.

I don’t know what the other species was but the two ‘tribes’ were clearly travelling together (and it appeared by the speed they were travelling, late for a rock concert or something).

The incredible thing was they just keep coming. Five minutes became ten. Ten became fifteen and still they came. In numbers I have never seen.

The final group didn’t try and give a wide berth to our stationary boat; they came within touching distance and a number streaked past straight underneath us. They seem to have rolled over onto their sides and looked up as they did so, revealing their pale undersides for literally a second, seen and gone in a blink of an eye.

I have no fear of these animals (had I known there’d be several hundred of them going to pass us for so long I’d have slipped into the water with them) but when a 3 meter dolphin barrels under your boat at a great rate of knots...it is certainly an experience.

Within minutes, they were gone. Disappearing in front of a wake of churning water.

No idea where they were going (beyond south) and they clearly weren’t hunting.

But they were certainly on a mission.

Needless to say we caught no more fish. We returned, silent and feeling pretty awestruck (and feeling very lucky we live in this country) to the island for another swim before making the 20 minute journey back to the mainland. In silence for the most part.

There is nothing like an encounter with these magnificent sea creatures to really cap off an almost perfect New Zealand summer's day.

And you know what? In New Zealand we almost take these encounters for granted.

Almost, but not quite. 

Until next week

Iain MacLeod

Southern Man


Migration Myth Busting

Posted by Iain on Sept. 2, 2016, 2:09 p.m. in New Zealand Lifestyle

A few months ago I was approached as an ‘immigration expert’ by a local documentary maker, Nigel Latta, who does some very solid myth busting TV series, to take part in a programme he was making about immigration to New Zealand.

I was at first a little reluctant and wanted to know what the angle was, given most migrant stories tend to err on the side of the negative - migrants steal jobs, migrants are to blame for expensive houses, migrants don’t like to assimilate, migrants are a net user of health and education services - all the usual garbage peddled by the ignorant and the politicians who pander to that sort of uninformed bigotry. The Americans have Donald Trump, the brits Nigel Lafarge, the French Marie Le pen and we have Winston Peters and his NZ First Party.

I was assured this was not going to be anything other than an exercise in trying to shine some light on these issues.

I agreed to take part. 

I have to say if you are living in New Zealand I urge you to watch it. It is on TV One next week but is also available On Demand’ and you can access it here. I am hoping it will soon also be on Youtube because it is, without any doubt, the most informed bit of grown up and dispassionate discussion on immigration to NZ that I have ever seen. It is well worth an hour of your time.

Without wishing to spoil the show, what is quite clear is that New Zealand’s immigration system is carefully targeted; skilled migrants don’t take jobs from locals, demand for English speaking skilled migrants is real and of benefit to NZ (and the migrant), they are not blame for rising house prices, they can be the victims of racism (but thankfully that is happening less and less) and New Zealand needs these skills because we simply are not producing skills what we need locally.

Oh, and the Chinese will assimilate if we let them.

It is often argued that migrants are a cost to the country but this programme quotes some very interesting statistics on the net dollar gain (or loss) of various migrants groups.

Topping the list with a net annual gain to the economy of around $5000 are the British. North Americans come in just behind them at a shade under $5000 per annum, third are ‘Asians’ at around $4500, Pacific Islanders around $2500 and who brings up the rear in terms of their net contribution to the local economy? New Zealanders. At around $950 per year.

Although not quoted I suspect, based on language and culture, that South Africans probably come in at the same level as North Americans.

Nigel Bickle, the head of Immigration New Zealand, does a very effective job of explaining why our system is designed the way it is and it might surprise many that our policies are based on solid research. I have to agree.

All those that think that perhaps we don’t need the migrants we let in or they do not add very much economically or socially should watch this very informative bit of television.

It’ll be a bit of surprise for anyone that has never been an immigrant but less so those of you who are.

Until next week

Iain MacLeod

Southern Man


NZ & AU: What's the difference?

Posted by danni on Aug. 26, 2016, 3:46 p.m. in New Zealand Lifestyle

To many (particularly those already living in either country) the answer is easy – they’re two completely different countries. It’d be quicker to list the ways Australia and New Zealand are the same than it would be to even contemplate all the ways in which they differ. Or is it the other way around, as many others claim?

Since IMMagine has licensed consultants who can advise against policy for both countries, we’ve recently been thinking a lot about these differences and even more so, the similarities.  

This post is going to cover (on a very basic level) what the real differences and similarities are between Australia and New Zealand. It might surprise you to learn that many people actually believe that New Zealand is just a small province of Australia, or, more in jest, that Australia is New Zealand’s "West Island" to accompany its North & South (watch out Samoa, Cook Islands et al, we’re looking for an East Island!). 

All a bit tongue-in-cheek, but for the potential migrant with a case of serious indecision, let’s take a closer look.

To begin with, New Zealand was one of the very last places on Earth to be settled by humans, while Australia has a local culture that stretches back over 40 000 years. 

The three main areas of commonality between the two countries are:

1. The urban societies of both countries were created by the British over the last 3 centuries.

2. Nearly 30% of each country is made up of migrants.

3. Both countries are fairly close to one another geographically.

The Environment:

I often say that people living in temperate environments (which NZ is more so than Australia) don’t have a clue what it’s like to be really, really hot. Australia is really hot.

Climatically and environmentally, New Zealand is heaven by comparison. It receives good, fairly predictable rainfall, has huge rivers fed by melting glaciers with nutrient rich soils and within short distances provides an array of seasonal activity.

Conversely, Australia's deserts, droughts and leached soils for those in agriculture especially can be hell. NZ land is more productive and reliable and as a result, New Zealanders tend to not have the same ‘struggler mythology’ of Australians who have always had to deal with drought and scorched earth and the agricultural fall out of this.

Most of Australia’s land area just isn’t arable, except by extremely extensive stocking (those famous outback farms the size of Belgium…).

Culture & Indigenous Populations:

The Maori culture is far more prominent in New Zealand society than Aboriginal cultures are in Australian society. For example, Maori is an official language of New Zealand and is taught in schools, used in government departments and broadcast on television. New Zealand also has a Maori monarch and a Maori war dance is performed before rugby games (we all know about the Haka, right?

Studies also show that in New Zealand, people of Chinese origin tend to maintain an ethnic Chinese identity while in Australia, they are more likely to consider themselves to be Australian in shorter order.

Economy:

For a detailed comparison between the two country’s economy, click here.

Politics:

In Australia, voting is compulsory. In New Zealand, it is not. Australia uses preferential voting in which candidates are ranked in order of preference. New Zealand does not. Australia uses a “first-past-the-post” system that gives the seat to the candidate that gets the most votes or preferences. This results in two major parties dominating. 

New Zealand uses a proportional voting system which results in some major parties, but also representation from minority nationalist groups, business lobbies, environmentalists and parties aligned with specific races. 

Australia has a senate. New Zealand does not. Australia does not have seats reserved for any racial group. New Zealand has special seats reserved for Maori.

The two countries do, however, have a shared military heritage and have fought side-by-side as brothers-in-arms in all major conflict, with none more meaningful to both than the loss of 12 000 men in Gallipoli, 1914 as the united force of the ANZACs (Australian & New Zealand Army Corps).

Sport:

Australia & New Zealand enjoy playing, supporting and competing in the same variety of sports: rugby, soccer, cricket, rugby league, rugby union, hockey, netball and more rugby. Both countries also really like rugby. Rugby is important. RUGBY.

Lifestyle:

Overall, lifestyle in Australia and New Zealand is very similar. Work/life balance is important, the transition (especially for South Africans) is equally smooth-with-a-few-bumps (having said that, both NZ and Australia have many similarities to South Africa). The societies are both caring and conscious of its people and share an overall positive outlook; enjoying similarly relaxed, safe and proactive lives.

For the most part, both countries feel like a bit of a haven, avoiding the majority of the troubles of the world such as terrorism, corruption and violent crime.

Just for some laughs, here’s Buzzfeed’s comparison.

And a really well written comparison by someone who feels NZ does things a little better, just because I was very nice about Melbourne two weeks ago and did call it the capital of The World.

-Danni, Marketing Coordinator (New Zealand based!)

P.S. Iain, the Southern Man, will be back home in NZ from next week for at least three weeks before departing again for your shores to do a run of seminars. Visit our Seminar Calendar to register your place.


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