A view of the Dark Sky sanctuary on Great Barrier Island. Photo / Mark Russell
Elisabeth Easther talks to a Great Barrier resident whose work touches the sky.
I'm Dutch and I came to New Zealand in 1999 as a traveller. When none of my friends could join me, I thought I'd go somewhere safe: to New Zealand and Australia.
In seven months I didn't
spend much time in Australia, as I got stuck on Great Barrier Island. From Amsterdam, I stopped at the Cook Islands first and when I got to Auckland I thought it was so busy. I found Great Barrier Island in a Lonely Planet book. On the boat over I met two guys, one Welsh, one Swiss and we trekked around together, hitchhiking, going to hot pools and beaches. One night we walked to the Irish pub from the backpackers and my new friends asked me to chat up a guy so we could get a ride back. And I did. That was Roger, and we're still together now — 19 years later.
As a teenager, I knew I would travel. In the breaks at secondary school, I'd be lying in the grass with mates, and when an aeroplane would go overhead I'd say I'm going there, where that plane's going. I'm going to Hawaii.
In my 20s, I lived in Germany, Switzerland and the UK. When I was 19 I spent three months in Greece, woofing on Crete, cleaning an apartment building really close to the beach. Later, from Athens, I went to visit a friend. I went to see her on a bus, stayed overnight, then hitchhiked the five hours back to Athens. When a car stopped and I looked in, the guy said, "it's alright I'm a copper, going all the way". On the way he stopped at various ouzo bars. I tried not to drink too much so I'd know what I was doing and back in Athens, when I knew where I was, I said, "you have to let me out now". He'd had a few, and I think he intended to take me home. He was 50. With a comb-over. He stopped and I got out.
