Remarkable Wildlife On NZ's Sub-Antarctic Islands

7 March 2015
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My two-week trip to the sub-Antarctic islands of New Zealand pointedly sold itself as an 'expedition' rather than a 'cruise'. This, for me, conjured up images of adventure, trials of endurance, trekking across barren wastes and perhaps lighting fires in the moonlight to cook fish from an ice hole.

However, the 60-odd guests on the Silver Discoverer, which launched last year, looked to be unlikely adventurers. Most were retired, and were spending their own great wildernesses of spare time going on cruises – sometimes three or four in a year. “They’re after bragging rights,” said one slightly cynical, younger passenger. But perhaps they were tougher than they looked.

Auckland Expedition

The expedition started out somewhat at odds with its avowed USP. At the docking city of Auckland we visited Peter Gordon’s urbane Sugar Club restaurant at the top of the 328-metre Sky Tower. 'Scenic view' restaurants are usually overpriced or lousy but this is neither, and a great start-up from one of the world’s leading fusion chefs.

I have never understood Peter’s menus – nam jim? cheese sable? dashi broth? – but as I ate the incomprehensible, I was nevertheless transported into a gustatory landscape that was as wild as some of the godforsaken destinations I was heading for.

 Auckland - not a bad place to begin an expedition. Picture: Getty Images

There were other dry land experiences – I took a Harley Davidson tour of the city, and later on the cruise, we moored briefly at the Art Deco Capital of the World, Napier, which has a lot of Art Deco but much of it rather crappy. This is also where we got to see one of the world’s largest colonies of gannets, if you’re into that sort of thing.

But we were here not for the mainland but for the islands – specifically those of the sub-Antarctic region, the five southernmost groups that curl off the bottom of the South Island. Well – I call them islands. It turned out that most of them were little more than uninhabited, foreboding rocks that were often impossible to land on, let alone explore. So I ended up spending a lot more time on the ship than I expected.

On-Board Antics

Which wasn’t such a bad thing. Each traveller has their own butler and luxurious cabin with Bulgari toiletries. There is a gourmet restaurant (so much for cooking fish under the moon). There is a gym and spa. It’s not quite Scott of the (sub-)Antarctic.

There were daily lectures (no deck quoits or casinos here) which were, if not on par in entertainment terms with a Strictly Come Dancing cruise (yes, such a thing exists), mildly informative. Did you know that gannets have hot feet in order to hatch their eggs? Or that dolphins pass around a puffer fish that has an intoxicant in its skin in order to get stoned? Or that the albatross can fly for up to two years without landing? Neither did I.

There were other forms of entertainment, some of them inadvertent. Eating meals in a restaurant where the diners are sliding up to six metres across the floor because of the swell is one of the most entertaining experiences I’ve ever had – especially watching the liveried waiters trying not to spill the soup.

Take an expedition even further south: Inspirational Images of Antarctica

Or head north instead: Explore New Zealand's Bay Of Islands

Outlandish Landscapes

The first – and most spectacular – island we stopped at wasn’t technically sub-Antarctic. White Island is essentially a giant active volcano. It is a mythological landscape, black rock with green and yellow carpets of lichen and scatterings of red iron boulders.

Hot gas boiled up from fumaroles and cracks in the ground, 100 metres high. I strapped on a gas mask but my eyes and throat stung like hell. You could hear the place hissing and bubbling but it was really like nothing I had ever seen, verging on the psychotropic.

 White Island is an active volcano, spewing hot gas. Picture: Getty Images

The landscapes got still bleaker as the days passed. Pyramid Rock – forbidding weather made it impossible to scout the rock in the inflatable Zodiac craft that we were later to deploy – was black, crowned in clouds, teeming with Chatham albatrosses and petrels, and with a huge hole gouged in its side as if a giant had taken a vast bite. We were woken at 6am to stare at it for half an hour in the driving rain. I think it was just about worth it.

Sub-Antarctic Wildlife

The first of the actual sub-Antarctic islands were the Bounty Islands, which we finally made on Day Seven. The weather was so severe we could not disembark or stay for more than 30 minutes. However, the sheer wildness and remoteness of the place – seething with albatrosses and one of the nesting places of the rare Pitt Island shag – did have a powerful atmosphere. I felt I was at the end of the Earth. Well, I almost literally was.

The hard-core birders were in seventh heaven, comparing details of several kinds of albatross, or holding up the crested penguin with the yellow-eyed variety. “This is SO much better than sex,” cried one, as he swung his bazooka-sized camera at the flocks of seabirds that gathered around in the wake of the boat. Standing in the pounding rain, and puzzled by the difference between a petrel and a mollyhawk, I found it hard to agree.

The next stop was a Zodiac tour of the Antipodes Islands. Here, the wildlife began to be worth the journey even for non-experts like me. The rocks were carpeted with colonies of erect-crested penguins – found nowhere else in the world – and elephant seals relaxing like vast sacks of potatoes; a pod of them, taking showers in waterfalls. The volcanic rocks were a show, the cooled basalt resembling gigantic organ pipes guarded by swirling kelp, like medusa hair.

 Erect-crested penguins on the Antipodes Islands make it all worthwhile. Picture: Getty Images

At Campbell Island – now 10 days into the tour – we saw nesting southern royal albatrosses on a windswept plain. “There are many birders who would die for this sight,” remarked one birder. “It’s the holy grail.” Not for the first time I felt guilty that I was getting the privilege that I only sketchily appreciated.

Our next stop was Enderby Island. We disembarked in the afternoon to take a four-hour hike through ancient, rugged and untouched landscapes. We were greeted by a  beach populated by massive sea lions, bellowing and fussing with each other.

We were repeatedly rushed by them, sometimes in gangs of three or four, each of them weighing around 275 kilograms. “I’ve walked with lions and polar bears,” said one nature tour veteran, “but never met anything so systematically aggressive as these.”

Intense Beauty

There were more sub-Antarctic islands to visit – the Auckland archipelago, the Snares – but the high point was Fiordland, a region of South Island that, as its name suggests, echoes Scandinavian landscapes. As we took a Zodiac ride through a school of leaping dolphins, to view yellow-eyed penguins and oystercatchers, natural beauty more intense than I had ever witnessed presented itself spread across a vast canvas of mountains, clouds, lakes and creeks.

 The South Island's Fiordland is a high point. Picture: Getty Images

On the return to the ship, a fur seal surfaced just in front of us, shaking a huge blue cod in its jaws, which  it spent the next few minutes  demolishing. As with safaris, it is these unscripted dramas that make such expeditions worth the price of the ticket.

After two weeks of this, we finally docked in Dunedin. I concluded the cruise (sorry, expedition) was one-third epiphanic, one-third boring, and one-third staring at birds that I couldn’t name.

I don’t regret taking the trip. But my God, it was good  to be back on dry land – and  with enough material for a jolly good brag.

Getting there

Tim Lott travelled with Air New Zealand, which offers affordable direct flights to Auckland from Sydney, Melbourne and Brisbane.


This article was written by Tim Lott from The Independent and was legally licensed through the NewsCred publisher network.

Tim Lott

Tim Lott is an award-winning British author having published novels in multiple genres and styles. He appears on TV and Radio as a commentator and critic. His authored documentary, ‘The New Middle Classes’ was broadcast on BBC Four. He writes for a wide range of national magazines and newspapers and is a prolific travel journalist.