I’m jumping around all over the place with my New Zealand memories, using those that particularly stand out in my mind. The night before heading down into Wellington, I stopped in the lovely art deco town of Whanganui.
In the Visitor Centre, a young woman offered me a brochure on the area’s attractions, one being the Durie Hill Elevator. In 1910, the Whanganui Borough solved the problem of providing public transport for the residents of Durie Hill, a suburb overlooking the town, by constructing a lift up through the hill itself. The locals have been using it ever since as a short cut down to the town. I just had to have a look.
I wasn’t too keen, once I realised the tunnel to the elevator was 205 metres long and I couldn’t see the end. Still, I ventured into the gloom, intrepid traveller that I am. I felt a bit like a mole, going home after a day of foraging.
It all looked a bit strange, but I pushed the button anyway. The door wobbled, and rattling, squeaks and an ominous rumble issued from behind it. I waited while the sounds got louder and louder and with a whoosh the door folded back.
To my relief, a woman ushered me in (I had no wish to operate this monster on my own) and pulled the door shut. She pulled a lever and the lift worked its way up through the hill. At the top, an orange tower sits over the elevator shaft, with iron steps encircling it, leading to a lookout.
There was no way I could go up there. The wind was so strong, I would have been at risk of being picked up and deposited in the winding Whanganui River below.
I turned to see a stone tower reaching for the sky, narrow windows climbing to its pinnacle, 33 metres above the ground. It was erected to the memory of members of the armed services from the district, who fell in the first world war.
I wandered around the streets for awhile, wondering if the occupants ever get used to the wind. Carried back to the lift, I sat on a bench and looked towards a bridge crossing the river at a bend, and across the township to dark blue mountains in the distance.
Music drifted up from somewhere, enticing me to a little pathway down the hill through bush and terraced gardens. I was puffing by the time I got to the bottom and I could understand why they built the elevator.
I wish I’d taken more photos of Whanganui. It’s such a pretty place and I recommend it for an overnight stay, or longer, on the way to or from Wellington.