As a structured person, some might even say anal, I’ve always believed having a plan and a backup plan a sort of blueprint for life, you might say is essential. This was especially true in the structured chaos that is NYC. Little did I know that taking a leap of faith on a short-term contract at a winery would mean packing up and moving across the South Pacific to the other side of the world to the charming lands of New Zealand, where living and visiting would take on a whole new meaning.
Here in the northern part of the South Island, every moment flows differently, and the city life of the northern hemisphere stands in stark contrast to the country charm of the southern hemisphere. Trading in skyscrapers for grapevines, and city living for farm life, my new apartment was a tiny room, offering a window into the lives of the people and sheep alike. The adjustment from driving on the right side to the left was the least of my transformations; acclimating to the Kiwis’ warmth and figuring out their version of English under the pressure of a work visa was a true test.
With my seven months dedicated primarily to the vintage period for winery help, once the vintage conclusion hit, it was time to explore, travel, and immerse in the culture.
From the Bustle of NYC to the Serenity of Cable Bay sheep
Upon finishing work, my adventuring spirit beckoned me towards Rotokura, or as it’s lovingly called, Cable Bay a slice of paradise marking the start of my journey. Amidst the crystal clear waters of blue and turquoise, bay kisses the pebble beach, and stones of warm pastel hues complement the towering hills lush in green, with clouds flirting with their peaks.
Here, amidst trees and rocks, alongside cows and sheep, the landscape unfolds beyond mere heights, animals, and nature it tells a story of intertwined lives. I remember one particularly beautiful afternoon, with sunshine and blue skies feeling eternal, standing on that beach, alone aside from an occasional car or person, the tranquility broken only by the soft water whispers and occasional chirps of birds in the sky.
The Climb: A Metaphor for Life
I set out tramping, aligning with the unofficial hiking rules: stay on the paths and trails, honor the grass and land, and always close the wooden gate behind you. My ascent began, following fences that border livestock, reminding me to respect the symbiotic relationship between Kiwis, strangers, crops, and livestock. The views from high up on the cliff edges instigated a giggle, a release of my anxiety, as I both physically and emotionally exhausted from the hills felt like an adventure junkie, drunk on the natural beauty surrounding me.
Embracing the Unpredictable Twists and Turns
Laughing with abandon, Allie Albanese that’s me gazed upon the ocean, tears welling from the overwhelming beauty and joy of transformation. With each step on the grass, time slowed, granting me moments to respect a land so accepting. My journey to the peak involved more livestock than people, moments of tears for the humbling view, and a heart so full it could burst, edging along cliff edges with each step of my journey back on the beach.
Without a plan or backup plan, this beach, its animals, and the property from dairy to wild enabled the processing of emotions, summoning of strength, and release of laughter amid the sheer beauty underfoot. The grass, the Kiwis, the farming all became part of an adventure; a transformation with each step towards the ocean and Cable Bay.
Conclusion
The journey from the structured confines of New York City to the liberating landscapes of New Zealand’s South Island has been one of unexpected transformation. Embracing a life without a meticulously laid plan, the experience among the vineyards and verdant hills of Cable Bay has taught me the value of spontaneity, the richness of cultural immersion, and the profound beauty of simplicity. This chapter in New Zealand has been a testament to the idea that sometimes, the most rewarding life lessons are found off the beaten path, in the embrace of nature and new beginnings.
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FAQs
Why is Cable Bay called Cable Bay?
The laying of New Zealand’s first international telegraph cable gave the bay its 19th-century name, Cable Bay. The operation, from Sydney to Cable Bay, took 11 days and transmission began on 21 February 1876. A walkway overlooks the bay and provides stunning vistas of Te Tai-o-Aorere/Tasman Bay.
What is the name of Nelson Maori Cable Bay?
In August 2014 the name of the bay officially became Rotokura / Cable Bay, following the Treaty of Waitangi settlement between the Crown and Ngāti Tama ki Te Tau Ihu.
Is Cable Bay worth visiting?
Take a relaxing break in Cable Bay, one of New Zealand’s best spots for swimming and snorkeling in summer due to the Far North’s subtropical climate. Nicknamed “the Winterless North,” the Northland region has a year-round mild climate, so it’s always a good time to visit.
Can you visit Pepin Island?
Enjoy an incredible sightseeing Walk and Hut stay, a guided Farm tour or your special occasion on Pepin Island. With three beautifully situated huts, it is the place for a peaceful romantic getaway, a private holiday amongst nature, or an adventure with family and friends.