In the early hours of the morning I pull myself out of bed to see the sun rise over Lake Wanaka. As I slowly wake and walk through Wanaka the skies begin to come to life. As I near the lake front, I am left gazing at the clouds and mist hovering around the mountains. The mountains surround the lake watching over it like a precious jewel. The lake sparkles from the reflection of the sun on its dark surface. In my eyes, this place is the sacred gem of the south island.
I’m surprised I didn’t trip over my own two feet as I walked toward the lake in a sort of coma-like trance. Whatever power the lake holds, it held its grip on me. Walking briskly around the lake in the cool Autumn morning was the best wake up call I could have asked for. Although I was sad to leave the warmth of Australia in exchange for colder weather, the sights make it all worth it. (Not to mention, I only have clothes appropriate for the tropics.) I wouldn’t change that moment even with the -1 Celsius early morning temperatures and frost on the ground.
This says a lot about New Zealand because I am not a fan of the cold weather even though I am Canadian. People think because I am Canadian I should be used to cold weather. I am not, nor do I think I ever could be. I’ve always coped through the winter weather making the best of it, but I am a summer baby to the core. After spending most of the last 10 months in hot countries, landing in New Zealand was a bit of a shock. Even still, New Zealand’s fall weather left me breathless and wanting to see more.