South Pole, &c.

I'm back in Antarctica, this time at the South Pole, working on a telescope called Keck. Note to self: um, maybe write something more here?

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Tue 2011-01-04 02:42:57 UTC

Okay, okay. I wasn't planning to make a journal for this trip, but I've already filled up an SD card, and I need to do something with them, so here we go.

I got to Christchurch on the 27th of December (which meant I left on the 25th). I was supposed to fly to McMurdo on the 30th of December, and then South Pole the following day. It's now the 1st of January; I'm still in New Zealand. The next southbound flight is scheduled for the 2nd (in the evening, which is unusual).

Monday the 27th was mostly spent recovering from the 28 hour Vancouver to Christchurch endeavour. Tuesday was a free day for me. Also quite wet: it rained for most of the morning and afternoon. The day before I arrived (Boxing Day) there had been a magnitude 4.9 earthquake (an aftershock of the September quake) centred directly under the city. Many buildings in the city centre were damaged (mostly minor), and the whole place was in upheaval, with building inspectors running to and fro, and things being cordoned off, de-cordoned, or re-cordoned. I wandered around town in the rain and ran a few errands.

In the evening, after the rain stopped, I ended up at a pub near the hotel (the Bard on Avon, if we're keeping score) for dinner and a pint, and happened across Zak, Grant, and Jon, three members of the Keck/BICEP2 team who are heading down with me.

Wednesday the 29th was clothing issue day. I random-walked over to the botanical garden in the morning. In the afternoon we headed off to the CDC (Clothing Distribution Centre) to get our ECW (Extreme Cold Weather) gear, which went off without a hitch. In the evening we discovered our flight, which had been scheduled for a 4am check-in on Thursday had been delayed 24 hours until the 30th.

After a late night on the 29th, the 30th was a slow day. We thought about going to the New Zealand vs. Pakistan cricket match which was being played in Christchurch that day, but in the end decided to skip it. The evening of the 30th brought us the news that our flight on the 31st had been cancelled as well, so now we were scheduled to depart on the evening of the 2nd of January (since the USAF doesn't schedule flights over New Years). With a few unexpected days off, we decided to rent a car and head north the following morning.

We headed out Friday morning (New Year's Eve). Our first stop was Kaikoura, a couple of hours up the coast. Here we had a rather unpleasant lunch, and then took a boat out for some whale and dolphin watching. We found one sleeping sperm whale and about a billion dolphins. Very cool.

Having exhausted Kaikoura, we decided to continue further north to Picton, the southern terminus for the ferry from Wellington. We got in just before New Years, and after checking into a hotel, headed down to the docks to take in the fireworks. The next morning we hired a boat to take us out to the head of the Queen Charlotte Track, a very picturesque, multi-day hike among the Marlborough Sounds. We mapped out a day hike from the trail head (Ship Cove) to one of the resorts in the area (Furneaux Lodge), a distance of approximately 15 km through dense rainforest. One random encounter involving a cow occurred. We were picked up from Furneaux Lodge by our boat in the evening and had a relaxing dinner after a good hike.

On the morning of the 2nd, as we were preparing to head back to Christchurch we learned that our flight scheduled for that evening had been postponed again for another 24 hours. Nevertheless, we decided to head back to Christchurch anyways, so we could run some errands. We got back in the afternoon, and happened across Colin, another of our group, who had gotten stuck in Boston due to weather, but had managed to catch up with us anyways.

Monday morning was spent doing our errands, and in the evening we headed for the airport to prepare for our flight. The weather was warm (~30C), which didn't make putting on our cold weather gear in preparation for the flight very pleasant. We boarded the C-17 on time and taxied out to the runway. The plane was quite full, having to take all the people who had accumulated due to the cancelled flights. The flight crew aborted our first launch attempt, which didn't inspire much confidence, but the second try was a go and we headed off to Antarctica.

The flight was fairly unpleasant; we all tried to sleep with little success. We landed at Pegasus Field outside McMurdo some time after four in the morning, and boarded the familiar Ivan the Terrabus for the long trip into McMurdo. In town we were given the standard debriefing and then were just in time for breakfast in the galley. After breakfast I located my room for the night, a dorm in Building 155 (the main building in town) and slept for a few hours. I woke up about an hour before lunch and wandered around a bit. If you're in transit, there's not much to do in McMurdo. Jon got a bit of bad news here; he had been having a bit of a cold, and during the flight to McMurdo had burst some blood vessels in his ear. Being unable to fly, he was going to be stuck in McMurdo for a week or two until it healed.

After lunch I met Laura, one of the BLASTPol grad students, which resulted in me heading over to the Crary Lab where they were set up for the BLASTPol flight which was going on. I had a pleasant afternoon catching up with the BLASTPol team. After dinner we had bag drag (where they palletise all our luggage (except carry-on) and weigh everything in preparation for our southbound flight tomorrow morning.

When I got up Wednesday morning, I learned the flight had been delayed by an hour, but was still a go. We left McMurdo around 8:45 for Pegasus where we boarded an LC-130 Hercules for the three hour flight to Pole. There were fourteen of us on the flight, which was otherwise basically empty, save for our gear and a few things for Keck which had been delayed in Christchurch for the same reason as we had been.

Unlike the C-17 flight, this one went fairly pleasantly. There was a lot of room to move around in and we managed to get some nice views of the Transantarctic Mountains. We landed at the South Pole just after lunch. When we deplaned, we were greeted by a large contingent of the Station's residents, including the other members of the Keck team. After a short briefing and room assignments, we went to the galley for leftovers and a brief chat with the Keck team.

South Pole Station is 2836 meters (9305 feet) above sea level, but due to the rotation of the Earth, the pressure is even lower, resulting in a "physiological altitude" of roughly 3100 meters (10,300 feet). Accordingly, I spent most of Wednesday acclimatising to the altitude, and wandering around the Station. In the evening there was a planting party in the Station greenhouse, where they grow vegetables for consumption during the winter.

Thursday was my first day of work here at Pole. I headed out to MAPO (the Martin A. Pomerantz Observatory) where Keck is being built up on an existing mount, which was originally used for a telescope called DASI. I spent most of the day working with Sarah, trying to get the control computer talk to one of the MCE crates which had been mounted on the telescope. I spent a good part of the afternoon modifying the MCE power supply to allow it to power the MCE cooling fans. In the evening it was trivia night, but I skipped it, instead heading back to MAPO with Zak to complete the modifications to the power supply and do some tests with the detectors. The last of our three cryostats, designated K2, arrived.

Friday was more of the same. The work on the power supply the previous day had led me to discover the MCE also needed some modifications. We took the MCE down and I made the necessary modifications. After it went back up, we started looking at the noise of the telescope. Saturday was filled with more noise testing. On Saturday evening the meteorology department (ie. the weather guys) had a wine and cheese, which was a pleasant way to end the week. (Station Population: 216)

On Tuesday, Jon arrived from McMurdo, where he had been stuck for a week due to a burst blood vessel in his ear drum. Yesterday, Clem arrived. Yesterday evening I attended a very interesting lecture about the South Pole Greenhouse. After that, it was back to MAPO to try to do run a noise schedule. (Station Population: 230)

Additionally, Walt, our software guru left yesterday. His flight back to McMurdo also flew out approximately thirty IceCube people, putting something of a dent in the local population (Station Population: 202).

Sunday was also the judging day for the snow sculptures which people had been working on for the past few weeks. I had an opportunity to check them out and take some pictures while waiting at the finish line for the marathon runners.

While all this was going we also spent some time in the Science lab in the Elevated Station working on responsivity data. After dinner Clem gave a talk about Keck. Late in the evening, because the weather was still clear, we got the okay from Justus to try taking simultaneous measurements with Keck and BICEP2 to try to get a better handle on our sensitivity. We started the schedule about 3:30 in the morning and it ran until the first people showed up in the morning, which was good timing. A second similar tandem test is now in progress. Just now, our last Keck team member, Martin, arrived with our final set of detectors. (Station population: 203)

Steve and John are leaving today, and Robert is heading to Christchurch for his R&R before he starts his winter-over. On Monday Steve and I visited the two Poles (the Geographic Pole and the Ceremonial Pole) for obligatory pictures. Last night, in honour of Steve's departure, we did the sauna followed by a dash to the Pole thing. Yesterday was laundry day for me, and this morning I dipped into my ration of shower time, so I'm unusually clean at the moment. (Station population: 206)

On the work front, K1 characterisation has been going on, and K2 is being closed up. I worked until 6 am on Tuesday night and/or Friday morning working out some bugs in the MCE firmware programming tools, and have mostly spent time trying to deal with bugs in various software. As you can see at right, it's quite warm today, but whiteout conditions persist, preventing us from characterising our noise on the sky. (Station population: 211)

Saturday evening I attended James Brown Bingo. (This James Brown is our head cook, not the James Brown you're familiar with). I didn't win. On Sunday was the First Polympiad. There were five events:

• a triathlon (bike, ski, run)
• a race up the stairs in the Beer Can. (The Beer Can is the cylindrical metal structure which connects the Elevated Station to the Underground Station. You can see it here behind me.)
• a cycling distance race across the sastrugi. ("Sastrugi" is a fancy word for ungroomed snow.)
• a sled pull to see who could pull the most weight.
• a race to see who could get into their ECW gear the fastest.

Every day the three satellites which we use to communicate with the outside world (both Internet and telephone) shift their schedules earlier by about four minutes. This works out to about half an hour a week. When I first arrived, the GOES-3 satellite was rising around 3:15 AM, and set around 9:50 AM. Today it rose at 2:02 AM and will set again 8:37 AM, which is why I can upload this post now. (The other two satellites, TDRS-5 and TDRS-6 are up from about 11 AM until 3:30 PM, which is why most of my posts usually happen around noon.) The problem with this is that our normal weekly telecon, scheduled for 9:00 AM now does not happen during the satellite pass. We can get around this by using the Iridium satellite network to call out, but the quality has been poor as of late. As a result, we've moved the telecon up to 6 AM. Which partially explains why I'm still up. (Station population: 196)

On Sunday the annual South Pole International Film Festival (SPIFF) was held. On the program were several short films created by Polies this season (anyone could enter: there are several video cameras which can be borrowed). All were very good. After the SPIFF, the end of summer party was held at the bar out in Summer Camp. Several local bands performed. A good time was had by all.

Sunday night we started beam mapping K2. This morning we've started to disassemble K1 to fix a problem we found last week. We've also been preparing to mount the far field flat, a large, flat mirror that gets mounted outside and allows us to see things close to the horizon. (Station population: 182)

Fri 2011-02-04 05:21:05 UTC

It's early Friday evening. I'm back in Christchurch and am slowly recovering. Chin-Lin and I were scheduled to fly out on Tuesday. On Monday night we had Bag Drag (which meant we had to hand over our checked luggage to Cargo for palettisation. The PAX Out flight was scheduled for Tuesday around noon, and Chin-Lin and I got all suited up to meet it, only to watch it boomerang as it approached South Pole. It turns out, one of it's skis wouldn't deploy, so it had to go all the way back to McMurdo where it could land using only wheels. That was kind of unfortunate, but Pole COMMS were able to quickly reschedule us (and the other 13 or so people who were leaving) onto another LC-130 which was coming in at two that afternoon.

This one landed without a hitch and were were on our way back to McMurdo. The weather co-operated more on this flight, and I was able to get more pictures of the Transantarctic Mountains as we passed over them. We landed at Pegasus, a forty-five minute drive from McMurdo just in time to make it back to town for dinner. On the way from Pegasus into town we even managed to see Penguins (five to be precise, all Emperors) standing around near the road. After dinner and another bag drag, Chin-Lin and I headed out to Hut Point to see if we could spot any more penguins, but with no luck. Instead we decided to climb Ob Hill (about 800 meters, more or less straight up), which was no problem after our intense altitude training. Chin-Lin even did it in bunny boots, which adds to the challenge.

The next morning (Wednesday) when I checked the monitors at breakfast, our flight to Christchurch was still listed as "TBD" which wasn't a good sign. We hung around town waiting for an update. Just before lunch we got it: pick-up time for the shuttle to Pegasus was to be 1pm, just time enough for some lunch before heading out. At Pegasus we had to wait another few hours, but things went off without a hitch, and in the end we took off around 4pm. Five hours later we landed back in civilisation at Christchurch Airport. After checking into our hotels, Chin-Lin and I met up with some other returning Antarcticans at the Bard on Avon pub. These guys were from the WAIS Divide camp where they drill for ice cores. Compared to their conditions, South Pole seems like a resort.

Since then I've been recuperating in Christchurch and preparing to do some travel around New Zealand. Chin-Lin left Thursday afternoon for Malaysia. My original plan was to head out to Mt. Cook, in the Southern Alps, but a gale's coming in over the weekend, so I think I might stay on the east coast for a day or two.

Sun 2011-02-06 09:00:08 UTC

It's Sunday evening. I'm at Lake Tekapo. George Carlin had a bit about "stuff" where he talked about how when you go travelling you end up leaving little piles of your stuff here and there (because having a place for your stuff makes you feel good). I've been doing that: in addition to all the piles of stuff I have back in North America, now I have stuff at the CDC, stuff at the Windsor, stuff in the boot of my car (parked down the road), and stuff in my hotel room here. It works for me.

Anyways, back to the narrative: immediately after breakfast Saturday morning, I obtained the rental car and hit the road. My rental car is Corolla painted some sort of blue (let's call it "sky"). Since obtaining my car, I've notice that about one in three Corollas on the road are painted the exact same ridiculous shade of blue. I can only assume there was some mix up somehwere which resulted in an entire ship of blue Corollas being sent down here.

Anyways, back to the narrative: I followed my musings in the last post and headed south from Christchurch, ending up in Timaru for lunch, about two hours south. I spent a few hours in the city, including wandering through the local art gallery (Aigentighe). Showers started, and I decided to get back on the road, ending up in Oamaru. I stayed the night here at the Victorianesque Criterion Hotel. It's sufficiently old-school that checking in involves talking to the barkeep of the pub downstairs.

With the room sorted, I headed over to the information booth to learn about penguins. This, in turn, led me to Bushy Beach, where I managed to see one of the rarest penguins, the yellow-eyed. I even took some pictures. I didn't stay too long though, because I was getting wet. After dinner, around nightfall, I headed around the bay from my hotel to the blue penguin colony, where I sat in the grandstand where we watched the blue penguins (the smallest penguin species) come in from a long day of swiming and eating fish. I found it very entertaining. No pictures, though, because the NZ Department of Conservation prohibits it. (Flashes tend to make the penguins go blind, and they don't want to risk people thinking they know how to turn their flashes off.) The tally of returning blue penguins that night was about 193, which brings us to:

PENGUIN TALLY:

• 193 Blue Penguins (cute, small), Blue Penguin Colony, Oamaru
• 5 Emperor Penguins (big, immobile), Pegasus Road, McMurdo
• 1 Yellow-eyed Penguin (far-away, grainy), Bushy Beach, Oamaru
• 1 Adelie Penguin (dead, desicated, on a table), Scott's Endeavour Hut, Cape Evans
• Total penguins: 200.

The morning was warm and clear. I stuck around to take a few more pictures, and learned that a regatta was unfolding down by the water. I didn't hang around to take it in, though. Getting back in the car, I back-tracked to Timaru and then veered inland. I forgot to have lunch, but made it here to Lake Tekapo, by three. Instead of stopping in town, I blew right through and headed up nearby Mount John, where New Zeland's largest telescope resides, along with several others. The road up to the top is quite entertaining, about one and a half lanes wide with tight switchbacks.

Atop the mountain there's also a café with superb views of the valley, where I had a belated lunch. While up there, I enquired about the tour they run to see the telescopes and do some stargazing and astrophotography, and reserved a spot for this evening. Back in town I found a room for the night and then went to look at another of Lake Tekapo's attractions: a stone church building (and a nearby statue of a dog). When I got to the church a joint Presbyterian/Anglican (Presbytanglican?) service was starting, so I stayed for that. The parish is currently in search of a new vicar, but the lay pastor spoke on Micah 5 and Matthew 26:69-75. Now I'm waiting for the Mount John tour to begin.

Tue 2011-02-08 22:12:47 UTC

It's Wednesday morning. I'm in Dunedin. The Mount John tour was a success. Due to some potentially iffy weather, I was able to get myself on the earlier tour. After offering me a USAP red parka to keep warm (which I politely declined), they drove us back up the mountain and then took us on a tour of both the southern skies and the MOA telescope. The weather was mostly clear, with the occasional bank of cloud moving through. The problem, though was the winds, which were approximately 70 km/h when we first got there and had risen to about 90 km/h by the time we left. Nevertheless, a successful trip. The following rainy morning, I left Tekapo and headed up to Mount Cook. Despite the rain that morning, I was ensured by the Met Service that things would clear in the afternoon. After some lunch in the town of Twizel, I made it to the Mount Cook village around two.

The place was very full; perhaps others had heard of the impending fine weather, too, and had the same idea I had. I did manage to find a room at the sprawing Hermitage. My room was reasonably priced because I had no view of Mount Cook (although that turned out to be not quite the case). Nevertheless, with accommodation sorted, I put on my boots to do a bit of tramping about. By the time I had arrived at the village the rain had stopped but there were still low, ominous clouds. Consulting the i-Site (tourist centre), I found a track I could tramp out and back before it got dark and set off (the Hooker Valley Track).

What I hadn't anticipated was that the rain for the past few days had left a lot of water all around that really wanted to leave the valley. My tramp required me to ford a few streams here and there. In places, too, the water had decided that the track was the easiest route downhill, so some track forging was also required. It was a good amount of fun, but did delay me sufficiently that I didn't make it out to the end of the track before I had to turn back. Nevertheless, as I contemplated things at the far point of my journey, the clouds opened up, giving me a great view of Mount Cook and the other peaks in the area.

On the way back to the Hermitage I managed to get my feet very wet with one poorly chosen fording. But, I got back around nine thirty, just as most of the eateries were closing for the night. It wasn't a problem, though, as I had packed food with me. I had a very pleasant and relaxing dinner under the stars on my balcony. The hotel staff even helped me dry out my boots.

The next morning, Tuesday, I checked out of my Hotel and hit the road again. I needed to get back to civilisation for a day or two, so decided to head back to the coast, to Dunedin. I stopped for lunch in Cromwell, and shortly thereafter it started raining again, quite heavily by the time I'd made it back to the coast. I'm here for a couple of days, at a guesthouse which used to be the residence of the local catholic Bishop. I need to run a few errands, but hopefully this afternoon I'll have a chance to do some more touristy things.

Thu 2011-02-10 11:10:00 UTC

It's Thursday night. I'm in Invercargill. Wednesday afternoon I had a tour of the Speight's Brewery, which was just down the hill from my hotel. Our tour guide was the descendant of one of the founders of the brewery, and gave us a very interesting tour.

This morning, I got back on the road, but not before first walking up Baldwin Street, the steepest street in the world. That taken care of, I took a short drive out on the Otago Peninsula, discovering a very entertaining road (Highcliff Road) which took me to Portobello, where I stretched my legs briefly before heading back to Dunedin by the coastal route. I spent the rest of the afternoon exploring the Catlins, between Dunedin and Invercargill, and managed to find some more interesting roads, not all of which were paved.

In addition I also saw the remains of a large petrified forest (Curio Bay), and Niagara Falls. Yes, they have them in New Zealand as well, and yes, they're just as impressive. The picture above isn't them. (That's another falls in the area called Purakaunui.) I did take some pictures around Niagara Falls, but I'll let you find them yourself in the gallery. I also accidently came across a sea lion (after being told there's no way I'd see them at that time.)

I ended up in Invercargill around seven and checked into a random motel along the highway. Everyone I asked told me the best thing to do in Invercargill is to get in your car and drive to Bluff, the port about 27 km south of the city. So, that's what I did, meandering around there until it got dark and I headed back here. Tomorrow I'll try for Milford Sound, although I may have missed my opportunity for good photographs: another gale is forcasted to hit the island over the weekend. We'll see how it goes.

Fri 2011-02-11 10:59:59 UTC

It's midnight, Friday night. I'm in Te Anau. The town of Te Anau is the base of operations for people heading to Milford Sound, a spectacular fiord in the Fiordland National Park (and the only one you can get to without some serious logicstical rigmarole).

My plan was to spend two nights here, giving the intervening day (Saturday) over to vising the Sound. Accordingly, I left Invercargill early in this morning. Instead of the standard Invercargill—Te Anau route which goes through Winton and Lumsden, I elected to continue following the Southern Scenic" route which had served me well through the Catlins the day before. This route heads west from Invercargill along the coast to Tuatapere, where the highway end and the route reverts to secondary roads (which typically aren't much worse than the primary routes).

It was a nice drive, suitably scenic. I misjudged the travel time somewhat. I had told my accomodation in Te Anau that I would be there around five in the afternoon. This was a gross overestimation of the time it took to get there. (I keep doing this; I think it comes from growing up in Western Canada where things are verrry far apart). In anycase, I arrived in Te Anau just before noon. That gave me a new problem: what to do with the rest of the day?

I went to my motel to check in, which went fine, except that they weren't done servicing the room. No problem, I said, and went off to kill an hour by having lunch in town. Back at reception: still not ready. No problem, I said, and went off to kill eight more hours by buying a ticket on a Milford Sound cruise, driving out there, and et cetera.

I bought my ticket in town around quarter after one where they told me that I'd have just enough time to drive to Milford Sound for their four o'clock tour. It's only 121 km from Te Anau to Milford Sound according to my map, but the stated driving time is a little over two hours. (Indeed: about fifteen minutes out of town there's a distance sign that even points out that you're two hours away from Milford Sound. I did stop to fill up the car before setting off (there's no fuel at Milford).

I got to Milford Sound ahead of schedule, so had some time to look around before my cruise. Unfortunately there isn't a whole lot to see in the settlement, as all there is there is one hotel and the cruise ship terminal. The cruise itself was quite entertaining. It was one of the last tours of the day, so it was lightly attended, which was nice. (The general advice is to avoid tours around noon, when all the tour busses show up.) Seals were seen. Waterfalls were driven under. Far too many pictures were taken. (Don't worry: I've already deleted about two-thirds of them.)

After the tour, I made good time back to Te Anau where finally I checked into my room. That sorted, I headed back into town to hunt for some dinner. I found that was no problem either: unlike all the other little towns I've been to, Te Anau seems to have something of a night life. I had a exquisite meal at the Redcliff Cafe, and have spent the last few hours doing the aforementioned picture deleting. So, a good day, but one that leaves me with a conundrum: what to do with tomorrow. After two days of good, entertaining driving, I'll welcome the chance to take some extra rest, but hopefully sleeping in won't fill the entire day...

Mon 2011-02-14 09:49:45 UTC

It's Monday evening. I'm in Queenstown, the adrenaline capital of New Zealand. On Saturday it rained as the Met Service had predicted, so my decision to go to Milford Friday was probably the right one. Instead, I joined a tour and took a boat trip across Lake Te Anau to visit the Aurora Caves (in Maori, Te Ana-au, which means something completely different; also, I'm not quite sure what's going on with the extra A). There we did some subterranian punting to visit the local glowworm population, who didn't disapoint. As with the blue penguins in Oamaru, no photography allowed, so you'll have to imagine it for yourselves. (Ironically, the glowworms don't like bright light.)

On Sunday morning I made the short jaunt over to Queenstown, the tourist capital of New Zealand. It's all about extreme-ness: bungy jumping, jetboating, et cetera. In the afternoon I explored the area, driving up to Glenorchy, a town at the far end of the lake, and also checking out Arrowtown, another gold-rush era town, which hasn't seen the crazy tourist explosion that Queenstown has.

Today I spent some time driving someone else's Land Rover all over the place, which was quite enjoyable. But my time here is getting short, so I'll have to cut the craziness short; tomorrow the plan is to head up the west coast. Effectively, I'm driving back to Christchurch in a fairly indirect route. (Actually, looking at the map, the farthest I got from Christchurch was about here, on my way to Te Anau, so I guess I've been on a fairly indirect route back to Christchurch for a few days already.)

Tue 2011-02-15 08:46:07 UTC

It's Tuesday evening. I'm in Hokitika. I left Queenstown early in the morning and spent most of the day driving, finding some mountain roads with nice scenery. I stopped in tiny little Haast for lunch. I also stopped and walked up to the Fox Glacier. I forgot to stop in Franz Josef, so didn't see that one. I got to Hokitika around six and found a cheap room downtown, right near the beach. I spent the evening wandering around Hokitika and watching the sun set over the Tasman Sea.

Thu 2011-02-17 21:19:47 UTC

It's Friday morning. After 3214 kilometres, I'm back where I started at the Windsor in Christchurch. Early Wednesday morning, after stocking up on victuals, I left Hokitika and made the short drive up to Arthur's Pass. I arrived around noon and managed to finagle myself into the last available room in the village. That sorted, I went off and climbed up Avalanche Peak. Although I started too late in the day to have time to make it all the way to the top, it was still a very enjoyable tramp, unsurprisingly, largely vertical.

On Thursday morning, I hit the road again, turning eastward and back onto the Canterbury Plain. I bypassed Christchurch and headed out to Akaroa, where I had a pleasant lunch at the harbourfront. I spent a bit of time wandering around the town, but couldn't take too long because I was due to return the car that afternoon. Instead I hopped back in the car and took the scenic route back to the highway (along the winding Summit Road). Back in Christchurch, I briefly stopped off at the hotel to drop my stuff off then went and returned the car.

Today is mostly about repacking my stuff for the trip back to Canada. My flight to Aukland leaves tomorrow morning.

Wed 2011-02-23 01:38:20 UTC

I'm back in Vancouver. This trip seems to have been bracketed by earthquakes. First the Boxing Day Earthquake the day before I arrived, and now this one. It's distressing to see the destruction in the city just three days after I was there. I even went to the Cathedral, and looked at some of the flowers which where there for the Flower Festival.

The Christchurch to Canada journey was low-grade unpleasant, as it usually is, and completely uneventful. Due to long lay overs in Aukland and LAX, I spent about 28 hours in transit. That's even after I managed to knock seven hours off my intended trip by catching an earlier flight to Vancouver from LAX.

TTFN.