New Zealand Day 8: arrival in Auckland

Well, it’s taken nearly all day, but we’re here in Auckland.  Our plans to enjoy a last minute stroll around Napier in the morning were thwarted by rain, but we did manage a short walk along the foreshore.  On the right you can see the Napier equivalent of the Myer Music Bowl, and on the left you can see a colonnade – every column has a memorial plaque…

There is also this rather moving plaque – it’s not credited to anyone, but it’s an important reminder to those of us who visit Napier and are charmed by its architecture and ambience, that we should never forget that the city was rebuilt with courage, by people who had lost everything.

So, off to the Napier airport and the inescapable early check-in and hanging around till take-off, but that was all fine and as we expected.  It was when we landed in Auckland and took the SuperShuttle airport bus that we’d pre-booked and paid for that things went tiresomely wrong.

My advice is that if you are contemplating using this shuttle service, #Travellers’Tip, just don’t.   First there was a lengthy diversion to an industrial area to pick up a passenger who didn’t turn up, the bus then turned around and went all the way back to the airport to pick up another passenger, then we went meandering through the suburbs of Auckland to drop off first one of the passengers, and then another couple somewhere else, and by the time we got to our hotel in the CBD, a 20 minute journey had taken an hour and a quarter.  There was no explanation for any of this from the driver, who didn’t even bother to announce our stop—I suppose we were just supposed to know where we were by some kind of osmosis.  We were really fed up by the whole performance, but I felt really sorry for a young mother sitting behind us, nursing a baby for all that time, and still hadn’t got to her destination when we got off the bus.  Here’s another tip: the word ‘Sorry’ goes a very long way with me.  That’s all it takes for me to shrug my shoulders and put shoddy service behind me.  But we didn’t hear a ‘sorry’ at all.

However, now that we are comfortably ensconced in the Scenic Hotel, we are starting to unwind, helped along by a nice G&T and a very belated lunch of fish and chips in the bar.  There are heaps of cafés and take-away shops nearby and so he’s going to have Japanese and I’m going to have Indian, and we’re going to watch some telly!

Tomorrow we will venture out and be proper tourists again:)

New Zealand Day 7: Napier, Vintage Car Tour

Today we enjoyed a most informative vintage car tour, with John from the Art Deco Trust.  The car is a beautifully maintained Packard Six, described apparently as the Rolls Royce of America.  Certainly it’s a very comfortable way to cruise around Napier to see the sights.

The tour complemented our walking tour nicely.  As you could see from yesterday’s post, walking is better for photographing the upper stories of the Art Deco buildings, though you need to be on the opposite side of the road to get the best shots.  But from the windows of the car we could see details of Art Deco motifs and leadlight windows, and John’s commentary told us all kinds of interesting details about the buildings.

The tour begins with a short video that explains the history of Napier and its rebuilding after the 1931 earthquake.  The guide who introduced it started off by telling us about her personal experience with a quake magnitude of 5.2 and how her anxiety grew over the 20 seconds so that just as she was about to get out of her warm bed to drop, cover and hold, it stopped.  So that was a vivid illustration of how terrifying the 1931 quake must have been.  It lasted for two-and-a-half minutes, and it not only caused the destruction we’ve heard about, it also completely reshaped the land….

Prior to the quake, Napier was a very small town, hemmed in by the absence of any flat land.  The town was needed as a port on this side of the North Island, but there was a massive lagoon to its west, and swampland to the south.  There just wasn’t anywhere to expand.  But when the plates crashed together, they pushed the land up by two-and-a-half metres, obliterating the lagoon and the swamp.  So along with the tragedy came the opportunity for the town to grow, and under the leadership of a two-man commission rebuilding began in an orderly way, replacing the Victorian buildings with their perilous ornamentation and brickwork vulnerable to collapse with the prevailing architectural style: Art Deco in reinforced concrete.  The smooth facades and decorations mean that the buildings are sturdier, and with all the electricity and phone poles underground, there is less risk of residents being hit by falling objects.

From the CBD, John drove us up a narrow winding road into the hills overlooking the city.  These houses largely survived the quake, so there are charming Victoria era houses, with carved wooden fretwork replacing the iron lacework that you see on Melbourne houses of the same era. There wasn’t really anywhere to stop so I don’t have photos—when I am more confident about the stability of the internet I’ll Google to see what I can find, but I do have a photo from the lookout over the port.

On the left you can see vast quantities of (plantation) timber awaiting shipment to China, and on the right you are looking at the land which rose up after the quake.  All the land you can see, up to the edge of the mountains in the far distance, was where the lagoon was.

After the lookout we stopped at the eccentric National Tobacco Company building.  The company was owned by a prominent businessman and philanthropist, but he preferred art nouveau motifs to art deco.  Since he was the one with the money, he got the design he wanted.  John said that it takes two men to hold the bronze lamps when the bulbs need replacing.

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From there we drove through some postwar housing that puts our Melbourne postwar housing to shame.  Napier also had a critical shortage of building materials, but their solution was to put up a timber frame, cover it with chicken  wire, and then use plaster!  They paint these houses in the typical 1930s sage green, pale blue and dusky pinks, and add decorative Art Deco elements, and apparently they are highly valued and sell for a premium price.  I don’t think anyone would pay a premium price for Melbourne’s 1950s suburban housing: everyone these days alters them just as we have. Here’s a picture through the window of the Packard.

We went back to the Ajuna Cafe again for lunch because it is excellent.  They have a really appealing menu, the service is friendly and prompt and they serve delicious fresh juices and you can have a glass of wine or a beer if you like.  After that we visited the Napier Museum, but I’ll do that as a separate post because I’ll upload this one now while the internet access is behaving itself.

New Zealand 2019 Day 6: Napier

A nice breakfast (with very good coffee!) at the Copthorne Hotel in Palmerston North, and then we were off to the bus station for the coach to Napier.  Even while we were waiting, there were interesting things to see.  This edifice is the usual ego-booster for the town councillors of the time, but the memorial fountain was erected to commemorate the coronation of Edward VII.  And it made me think, should the worst happen and #shudder Charles becomes king of Australia, will there be a rash of commemorative edifices?

Memorial fountain 2

Memorial fountain plaque

In the same park, there is an information centre, which is the usual ordinary sort of building… until you go round to the other side of it and realise that it is an annex to these beautiful Art Deco restrooms!

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But when the coach finally brought us to Napier, well, breathtaking is the only word to describe the Art Deco treasures here.  Napier was flattened in an earthquake in 1931, with a loss of 256 lives.  The town was rebuilt in the architecture of the era, and it is absolutely stunning.  Here’s the slideshow from our afternoon walk:

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Tomorrow we’re going on a guided tour in a vintage car, so I shall have more to say in due course…