Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Farmer John


Excited about my day off the following day, I asked Eisuke if he was going anywhere as it was his day off as well.  Since it was raining and had been for the previous few days, skateboarding was out of the question. He told me that he and a some of the girls from housekeeping were headed over to check out John’s farm. There was one seat left in the car so I decided to go too.
First let me tell you a bit about John. John (no idea what his last name is) is a typical west coast New Zealand farmer. Pete had been telling me for months to get over to his farm, but I never got the chance. John shows up at Maruia Springs every Thursday morning and hauls away our trash. I have absolutely no idea where he takes it, but it seems that he has been doing it every week for some time.
So, it’s early morning, and we’re headed to Farmer John’s. Yes, Farmer John. Like every children’s book his name is Farmer John and he a big fluffy white beard and a sheep dog. John welcomed us with a friendly smile mostly hidden behind that beard of his. His dog, Boss, came trotting up as well. He and Boss led us around the back of their house to the garden where three little lambs were at the fence shouldering each other aside to get a better view of the oncoming visitors. At 6 weeks old, they stood maybe two feet tall, and were absolutely adorable. We hand-fed them some milk, and let them get back to their prancing around the garden. While Farmer John stepped inside, Boss led us around the other side of the house where an ostrich was stretching her big brown wings. John returned with an ostrich egg. Easily the size of a softball, I had but one question on my mind. “How big would a fried ostrich egg be??” Boss and John hopped into his old, tough as nails, Hilux and we followed them down the road to his barn.
Though it had been raining the previous few days, this particular day was blue skies and the true beauty of NZ farmland revealed itself. We hopped out of the car as Farmer John and Boss were walking up to the barn. John called out “Pigs!” and moments later seven or eight piglets came running out their short little legs. That sight alone made my day. We fed the piglets and the big pigs, and then went into the barn where we waded waste deep through a room full of sheep. John opened the barn doors and the sheep spilled out into the sunlight only to be rounded up by the awaiting Boss. John also had a herd of deer, and around 50 head of cattle. Before leaving John told me about a cave up the hill from the cows, so hopefully I’ll check it out soon.
It was late morning by the time we left Farmer John to his work. We all had the day off, so we impulsively decided to go to Greymouth and see the ocean. Although it was a holiday and most of the shops were closed, we had fun walking around town and down by the ocean. Eisuke and I found a spot where the waves crash on the rocks below and sprayed well above head height.
The vast spread of the ocean horizon was a most welcoming sight, compared to the foggy mountainous horizon I have become quite accustomed to. 

 Hungry Lamb

Through the fence

Super sized 

Piglets!

Mouth full of dirt...

NZ farmland

Farmer John

Back on Board


In the days previous to leaving OR, I had planned to leave my skateboard behind. Honestly, I thought it would be an encumbrance, since I would be living in the mountains there would be no place to use it and if I found a place to skate then I’d just buy myself a new one.
Fortunately the Nicks both insisted that I would be miserable if I didn’t bring it. They kept saying how much I would regret it whenever I saw anything remotely skate-able. Reluctantly I gave into their banter, and strapped the damned thing to my bag. As expected, it was a nuisance. They made me put it in a big plastic bag and tape it up. Basically it came out the other end looking like Chris Farley’s “suitcase” in Tommy Boy.
Nuisance and all, I couldn’t be happier that I brought it. My first day in Auckland, I found countless spots and a few skate parks. Nearly every city I’ve been to, big or tiny, has had a skate park of some sort. Also, skateboards here cost twice as much as they do back home and for the most part the selection has been terrible.
The most recent addition to the Maruia Maintenance team, Eisuke, saw my board and told me he too skated when he was younger. Next time he went to town he came back with his own board and we’ve been taking regular trips to skate parks since. Though it means my scab collection has increased exponentially, it feels so good to have my feet back on the board.

The following may be meaningless to most, but for those who might understand…

Reefton Rollerpark (love the name) is a huge for the size of the town. Twice the size of Ashland’s and everything is huge. Steep hips, weirdo 25 foot wide miniramp (all but 3 feet of one side is a spine), two bowls (one is a 7 foot square, the other has three sections: 6, 7, and 8 feet) crazy funboxes (managed to front lip the flat down), ledges, rails, and more.
Moorehouse Park in Christchurch is my favorite so far, but the vibe sucks. Lurkers all over, and kids drinking and asking for cigarettes and/or pot. As with any other park of the sort, we got there in the early morning to avoid the pests. The park is fantastic. Medford sized. Nearly 100 feet of 3, 4, and 5 foot perfect mini ramps, perfect hip, step up with ledge that can be hit from either side, multi level manny pads with ledges (best trick I saw was kickflip onto pad, nollie back tail 360 front shuv out. Bolts.), punkwall pocket, and so much more. I’ll take pics next time. I was too stocked to hit the miniramps when I got there and by the time I remembered to take some shots, it was overrun with lurkers and scooters.
There are little parks and miniramps scattered throughout Christchurch, but we only had time to check one out. It was just out of town, practically empty and super fun. Weird little figure eight “bowl” (it was 4 feet but pretty damn fun), sketchy hip, up-down rail, flatbar, two foot ledge, traffic barrier, and the craziest little nipple in the “bowl.” I’ll get a picture next time.
Also, the scooter scene in NZ is crazy! They outnumber boards at the park 4 to 1 at least. Makes me sad to see the lack of skaters, but there are some kids who can seriously rip.