TOP OF PAGE: The
view from Mt Cargill, showing the beautiful land formations and
natural colour. ABOVE, FROM TOP:
A final view from Tunnel Beach. A view from a lookout point on Mt
Cargillwatch out for the spot, rather than rely on the signs,
for it can be missed. The authors transport, an Australian-made
Ford Falcon four-litre. Baldwin Street, reputed to be the worlds
steepest street according to The Guinness Book of Recordsbut
its claim is under challenge.
The air here is
cleaner and clearer, which is why the
light seems more intense and, on a fogless day,
you can see further than anywhere excepting Antarctica
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The Falcon ate up the miles rapidly and had an
excellent rangesomething you need if you are to take in the
surroundings.
With fog covering part of the city and obscuring
the view from Opoho Signal Hill, my local Dunedin friendan
Austrian who would be able to explain her city to me from a similar
foreigners viewpointsuggested we take in Tunnel Beach.
Tunnel Beach is located at one of the most sensational
scenes in the country. The shape of the coast there and the unfenced
sheer sandstone cliff drops into the Pacific can be reached while
driving from Dunedin toward Brighton Beach (another memorable location
with its white sand and, as we saw there, a lone horse carriage).
A small road links from a main highway and we
came up to a crowded parking area. A sign warned that it would take
20 or 30 minutes to walk down and twice as much to walk up, while
another in Japanese above an English warning about the theft of
belongings from cars reminded me that someone might take Hertzs
Mazda 626 after all.
The trail to the beach is private land and may
be closed for lambing (AugustOctober) but if not, the 20 minutes
is more than worth it. Erosion has seen to the landscape, which
includes natural rock arches. One such tunnel through solid rock
leads to the actual Tunnel Beach, which proved less sensational
than the surrounding area, but it did lead to dramatic views of
waves breaking at the next set of cliffs. Being there on a windy
day, I perched nervously above one of the cliffs, literally frightened
because of its strength and what might happen if I didnt resist
the wind. My fear of heights was not overcome.
Taiaroa
Head is known for its albatross colony but on the way are some
remarkable places. The famous Larnach Castle is there, but I was
warned repeatedly that tourists had taken over and that it was as
Dunedin as St Moritz is Swiss. More sightly was the secluded restaurant
and gardens at Glenfalloch,
which to a European has an unfortunate name when spoken. Unfortunately,
we arrived there too late to sample the food and moved on after
a brief stop and a glimpse at the gardens.
Portobello, however, was less scenic, judging
by initial appearances, and its café also closed when we
arrived. It was, to me, a place of note because of its road to Highcliff,
which led back in to the centre of Dunedin. But my expectations
of an Italianate seaside village, judging from its name, were dashed.
It was seaside, but more of the Kiwi Pub ilk than the Cinque Terre
one.
Taiaroa Head was also fogged in during my visit,
which was a shame, for I saw one albatross, waddling amongst the
seagulls. Colleagues who had visited these places were more fortunate,
but I had one sightseeing must left up my sleeve that combined my
love of a good route and amazing scenery.
The air here is cleaner and clearer, which is
why the light seems more intense and, on a fogless day, you can
see further than anywhere excepting Antarctica. Its no surprise
that some directors prefer to shoot here.
The very helpful staff at Cargills Hotel
suggested Mt Cargill would offer views that could surpass that at
Opoho Signal Hill. Providing me with a map, I was directed northward.
I had some sense of Dunedins roadsby now I was learning
them to the extent of a local, something I have managed to do in
several cities so fardecided to go past what is claimed as
the steepest street in the world.
Prior to my arrival, a New Zealand network news
item reporting on a finding by local author Antony Hamel indicated
that Dunedins Baldwin Street was in fact not the steepest,
beaten by San Franciscos Filbert Street, but that did not
deter keen holidaymakers to try the angle out for itself, nor did
it stop tour bus operators from taking groups there. Having been
on both, I would say that without the aid of measuring equipment,
Filbert and Baldwin differed by mere tenths of a degreeand
that I would be more scared to drive on Baldwin.
Mt Cargill beckoned. Finding the route, which
had an open speed limit (100 km/hdo
not be fooled by the diagonal black bar on a white circle sign which
means something different to what it does in Germany), I managed
to test the Falcons flexibility and found the most scenic
spot.
Once again, Dunedin surprised me with its naturally
eroded coastlines. Unlike the Tunnel Beach area, here were houses
and an inlet into the harbour that was remarkablethe very
image that non-New Zealanders expect when you tell them about an
inhabited, cosmopolitan city in the South Pacific.
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MY LAST SUNDAY down south in Down Under, the Dunedin City
Jazz Band performed its final concert for the summer in the Octagon.
I relaxed with a friend at the Brioso Café. Then, the conductor
announced that it would conclude with five Glenn Miller numbers
and the season would be over, with the Band returning in November.
No one danced. But when In the Mood
came on, I could no longer resist. I went up to two English tourists,
Jo and Heidi, and asked, but they didnt feel they could. No
one else didI even asked one woman in a wheelchair.
Eventually, as In the Mood finished,
Jo approached me. I've only had three lessons, but I feel
sorry for you, so I'll dance with you. So one of my top memories
of Dunedin was dancing with someone in her gap year who had travelled
halfway around the world to American Patrol in the Octagon
while others watched and her friend photographed.
No one really thought it odd. Probably not after
the soap suds in the Octagons fountain earlier that week.
And that, ultimately, is what makes Dunedin special.
Dunedin does not have a higher percentage of people
who feel free and can, if they wish, indulge in being themselves,
even if it comes off as a little eccentric.
Its simply that the rest of New Zealand
has a below-average percentage.
Long may the university town live
and long may its traditions be spread elsewhere. As far as Im
concerned, Dunedins glory days are far from over. •
Jack Yan is founding publisher of Lucire.
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