As long as I can remember I have wanted to travel. I am happiest talking about travels, planning travels and of course travelling. I have already travel to all seven continents and 75+ countries and I truely believe that travel bug only gets worse the more places you see!
A Kiwi born and bred, I have spent almost as long living abroad as I have back in Aoteoroa but am now back living in Christchurch and making the most of the amazing scenery we have here. I am lucky to be able to call this place home.
I have always writen journals on my trips in the days before blogs, moving to an online format in 2007 when I left the UK on what turned out to be a 6 year journey back to New Zealand. One day I may get around to uploading those old blogs, but for now I am focusing on an upcoming 4 month trip to South America.
I hope you enjoy my updates.
Another morning of no sunrise 🤦🏻♀️ but at least this time I did not even have to get out of bed to see it was not going to happen 👍🏻. It was a beautiful peaceful night, with the sounds and smells of the sea on my ‘door step’. That was until just after 6am when the traffic from the nearby road started building.
A little later in the morning I joined the traffic on the short 15 minute drive to the city of Gisborne. I should note that there is no mobile phone reception at the campground, great wifi, but no mobile reception. But drive just a couple of minutes over the hill to the next bay and the reception is back. Also just over the hill was a beautiful long beaches with lots of surfers on the water.
Not surprisingly, even in that short journey I stopped a couple of times, including a stop for brunch at Zephyr in the small beachside suburb of Wainui. It had been recommended by the campground and had a great chilled laid back vibe. The food and coffee were great too. I was surprised how many people were there (and not working) on a Thursday morning 🤔. The sun was just starting to push through and the beaches in the area were beautiful.
Gisborne, or Gizzy as it is affectionately know is a small city with a population of around 40,000. It is also know as Tairāwhiti, which means the light shines on the water .
The area was first populated by Polynesian voyagers over 700 years ago and subsequently Captain Cook when he landed with a party of men in 1769. Sadly, as with many landings of these early European visitors, it resulted in the death of a number of the already settled Māori. From these humble and somewhat tragic beginnings, the settlement of Turanga grew up on the banks of Tuanganui River, initially settled by European traders and whalers. The town was formally laid out in 1870 and the name was changed from Turanga to Gisborne (after the colonial secretary of the time), apparently to avoid confusion with Tauranga.
This first visit also lead to the Captain Cook calling the region Poverty Bay, as they had to leave with no provisions after the deaths of the local Māori – he wrote “Because it afforded us no one thing we wanted”.
I walked along the Tupapa Heritage Trail. The physical information panels, along with the accompanying app gave me a great insight in to the history of the area. It was a lovely and informative walk, along the wide broadwalk that ran along the seaside and then down along the river. The beach was full of debris, showing the full force of the storms the week before.
As is normal for me when I walk, my mind wandered as I thought about what I was seeing …
Did you know that some Pohutakawa trees have “beards”? These are actually matted clumps of aerial roots. Typically the appear in trees growing on banks and rocky cliffs where the “beards” can search crevices for additional soil and moisture (although in reality they rarely reach the ground). It is also believed that only some species or in fact hybrids grow these. It has certainly been common in many of the trees I have seen in the region.
I also started to consider if the fog/low cloud that had been around the last few days was actually “vog”. I had seen an article in the news about there being vog in the region. More often seen in Hawaii, vog is smog or haze caused by volcanic dust and gases. As I had seen further up the coast, Whakaari/White Island is always active and in fact, I had had a whiff of sulphur the day before when I started the Cook Cove walk🤔🤔🤔 Just some of the things I wonder about when I wander lol.
I actually combined the Tupapa walk with a Street Art walk (with a leaflet I had picked up at the Information Centre) and enjoyed looking for the beautiful pieces around the town centre, all created by local artists.
The last part of the Tupapa walk was across the river and I was not keen on such a long walk (across the river and back) so I drove to the other side. I had planned to walk up the small hill to the local view point, but could not find anywhere to park so kept driving around to the small bays around the coastline.
I did find parking on the way back towards town so I stopped and made the short walk up Kaiti Hill in Titirangi Reserve – more stairs that almost killed me 😂. Nice view though so probably worth the effort (and there was finally a Pohutakawa in bloom)!
The small parking area was right by Puhi Kai Iti/Cook Landing National Historic Reserve. A small reserve commemorating both the first landing of Cook in 1769 and the Horouta and Te Ikaroa-a-Rauru wakas. These stories are told through beautiful sculptures and interpretation panels. There were also 9 poles in remembrance of the 9 Māori killed by Cooks crew during that first landing. I had no idea this reserve was there and I was so glad I took the time to head across the river.
After a quick stop at the supermarket, I headed back towards my beautiful tent, stopping at Makorori Beach to eat lunch whilst watching the surfers in the bay. Back at camp, I spent the afternoon enjoying my waterfront view (and watching sea kayaks battling out through the channel and current) and exploring the very cool rock formations at low tide. Nature is a wonderful thing.
I had decided not to try for sunrise this morning and it was the right choice as I woke up to another overcast morning. I only had a short drive today and I had such a comfortable bed, with the forecast had shown it would not clear up till around 10am, I went back to bed!
I thought fuel on Te Araroa was expensive, in Tolaga Bay it was $2.68 per litre – another 20c more than in Te Araroa. Thank goodness I did not wait for here to fill up. (It is odd writing this just a few short months later and fuel prices are pushing $3 per litre all over the country, in some places more!)
Before starting my short drive, I had decided to do one of the walks in the area – the Cooks Cove Walkway. Not surprisingly, it was named after the Cove that Captain Cook visited in 1769 as part of his circumnavigation of New Zealand on the Endeavour. There were some great information panels at the beginning of the track, telling about both the Māori and European history of the area.
Unfortunately, the track started with more stairs!!! I was definitely over stairs after the walk to the lighthouse the day before … thankfully they did not last too long and I was soon walking through open farmland. (It is worth noting that some of the walk is through private farmlands and is closed from August through to October to allow for the lambing season.)
A short way into the track there was a lovely view over Tolaga Bay and a memorial called “Te Pourewa” or “The Beacon of Light” (apparently it is lit up at night). The sculpture is 12 metres high and commemorates Tupaia, the Tahitian navigator and priest who arrived in Cooks Cove (Opoutama) in 1769 on the Endeavour with Capitan Cook.
From here the walk took me through the farmlands, passing a family of wild (well, I assume they were wild) turkey and into regenerating bush. As on Whale Island a few days before, there was so many Kanuka plants in flower, and the bees filled the air with the buzzing. What with them and the singing birds, I was glad I had forgotten my headphones. Some of the grassy areas were pretty boggy/muddy and with the track not being very well worn, it was sometimes hard to find the route – I had to search in the distance for that yellow marker pole.
Back in the bush and there were a lot more stairs as I worked my way down towards the cove (but not before a stop at a look out, giving a beautiful view of the cove below)– it did not look forward going up all the stairs on the way back. 🤦🏻♀️
The first point of interest was a “Hole in the Wall” or “Te Kotare-o-te-whenua”. Someone even erected a lovely photo frame to ensure you got the just the right shot. Joseph Banks, the Botanist on the Endeavour back in 1769 even wrote about it. He said “In pursuing a valley bounded on each side by steep hills we saw also an extraordinary natural curiosity … a most noble arch or Cavern through the face of a rock leading directly to the sea.” He went on to describe it as the “most magnificent surprise”. Clearly he had spent a long time at sea lol.
There was a small track down the side of the “hole” so if the time is right, you can walk right through it.
From the hole, the last stretch of the track was across open farm land dotted with sheep and was very wet under foot.
Did you know, Cooks Cove is one of the few examples in New Zealand of an archaeological site that spans the full duration of human occupation. I didn’t! The local iwi (Te Aitanga Hauiti) used the area to fish and gather shellfish as well as grow crops. The stories of the arrival of Cook and the Endeavour were passed down through generations, particularly about Tupaia, the Tahitian chief who was on the ship. Children were even named after him. And of course 100’s of years later a monument was erected in his honour at the top of the hill.
By this time, the cloud had mostly cleared but it was still not sunny so I didn’t stick around too long. Partly because it was to wet to sit down anyway and partly because I was cleared disturbing today’s local inhabitants – Canadian guess and oyster catchers!
I almost missed a signpost that directed me up another hill to a historic monument (to a place where Cook and his crew gathered wood, water and collected plants) and great view over the cove. I was intrigued by a pond covered in crazy red algae but still have no idea what it was!
I was the only person around and I was enjoying the peace, broken only by the local wildlife including bees, Fantails, Tui and a noisy white faced heron landing on its nearby nest.
Just as I was about to start on the track back, the sun came out, so I turned around and walked back up the hill 🤦🏻♀️… and that is why I end up walking 1 km more than the track actually is 😂(the actual track is about 5.8KM). With the sun out, the walk back was much warmer, I was actually glad I had started in the cloud.
Unfortunately the local food truck (recommended on all the websites) was closed so before leaving Tolaga Bay I stopped back in the town to search again for food. This time I was more successful and I found “Off the Grid” cafe a small caravan with a great selection. I grabbed an iced coffee and a sandwich (yay) and headed back to the beach by the wharf to eat.
My drive today was only 35 minutes and I took a short detour to Whāngārā. Legend has it, the great voyager Paikea arrived here after traveling across the ocean from Hawaiki on the back of the whale. If you think this story sounds familiar, it may be because this is the basis of the 2002 movie The Whale Rider. And, Whāngārā was the location of much of the filming.
The small township was on a private road so I could not get very close, but it looked beautiful, right on the waterfront and I could see the image of Paikea on his whale on top of the Marae.
My accommodation at Tatapouri Bay was the one I was looking forward to the most on my trip – a glamping tent, right in the water’s edge. I wasn’t disappointed as the tent and the view were beautiful.
Before the day was over, I had one more fun thing planned – a reef ecology tour with Dive Tatapouri. I was the only person booked on the tour that afternoon (tour times are based on the tides) which was great (for me, probably not so much for team) so it was quick and easy to get kitted up in waders and with a stick (to help balance yourself as you wade out in the shallows) before heading out into on to the seabed in the shallow water.
It didn’t take long before the rays started arriving – we were visited by 3 eagle rays and 3 short tailed rays of various sizes, and the guide knew them all by their size and behaviour and had names for them all. I am always concerned with things like this, where wild animals are fed to attract them to interact with people.
I asked my guide about this, and he told me that they only feed them small amounts and they don’t believe it is enough to impact their natural feeding behaviour. He certainly seemed passionate about them, and they also seemed to enjoy it. A couple of them behaving rather like dogs or cats, rubbing around our legs. And of course, they can come and go as they please.
It was a unique way to spend an hour and learn a little about our beautiful wildlife.
Back at the campground, as if the tent could not get any better, I discovered it had fairy lights around the central pole 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻. I loved it and had a great night’s sleep listening to the ocean on my doorstep.
You have to be pretty dedicated to see sunrise in New Zealand in the summer and I am!
When you search the internet for things to see and do on an East Cape Road trip, one thing that always comes up is a visit to the East Cape lighthouse at sunrise. It is one of the first places in the world to see the sun each day (did you know people flew by Concorde to see the sunrise on Jan 1, 2000!) and the sunrise is supposed to be amazing.
So as dedicated as I am, I was up at 4.30am to a beautiful clear sky full of stars for the 35 minute drive along some less than ideal narrow gravel roads in the dark. Thankfully I only passed a couple of other people going the other way, one being a huge logging truck I had to pull off the road for!
The forecast was looking good the night before, but during the last 10 minutes of the drive, the drizzly mist set in … and it was here to stay 🥲. I climbed the 800 steps to the top of the hill, and the base of the lighthouse and I could not even see the sea right in front of me 🤦🏻♀️. To top it off, I had forgotten to bring the coffee I had made up in my travel mug to bring for the top!
Thankfully I did have my raincoat so I could sit on the wet bench and enjoy the serenity of the moment – the bird dawn chorus and the sea crashing on rocks somewhere below.
Built in 1922, the East Cape lighthouse is situated on the eastern most point of New Zealand. It was originally lit with a paraffin oil burning lamp which was replaced to diesel generated electricity in 1954. In 1971 the lighthouse was connected to the mains power before being fully automated in 1985. It is hard to image that at one time, this was originally a three keeper station as there is little left to indicate there was once housing on the site.
I was so engrossed in the serenity of the moment, I didn’t realise I was getting bitten until it was too late 🤦🏻♀️ why on earth was I wearing shorts? I NEVER wear shorts 🥴😂 Despite the biting insects and cloud I stayed for around 30 minutes hoping for a break in the cloud, but it was not to be. Thankfully I have a couple more sunrise opportunities (none at a lighthouse on the eastern most point though) so fingers crossed I will get one worth the early morning for.
It was nice to be able to see the road and surrounding scenery on the way back though I still had to drive fairly slowly. Firstly, due to animals on the road (horses and hares lol). Secondly due to some damaged parts of the road due to storms the previous week (it was good to see that the repairs were already underway). Lastly due to the stunning scenery – towering cliffs, waterfalls and a beautiful, rugged coastline.
Back in Te Araroa, it was still very early but thankfully the Four Square was opening (for anyone reading not familiar with New Zealand, Four Square’s are a small town supermarket chain) so I managed to pick up a breakfast fit for a Queen – a can of cold coffee and a Ruatoria steak and cheese pie! I had certainly earnt it. I also took the opportunity to top up the car with fuel – seemed to be small town prices at $2.48 a litre, significantly higher than in larger towns! I was grateful that my rental car was a hybrid so was not using too much petrol.
While planning this trip I discovered Te Araroa’s claim to fame it that it is the birthplace of Sir Āpirana Ngata. Born in 1874, he was the first Māori to complete a degree at a New Zealand university, graduating with a MA and a law degree.
Upon completion of his education, he returned to the East Cape and made a great contribution to Māori cultural and economic revival in the area and around the country for which he received a knighthood in 1927. To honour Sir Āpirana’s legacy his face is now proudly printed on New Zealand’s $50 note.
After a quick stop back at my hotel to shower and finish packing, I started on the day’s leg of my journey – from Hicks Bay to Tolaga Bay. Approximately 125km or 2 hours. Again, I had a list of sights and stops on the way and again, not all were 100% successful lol.
My first stop was in the small town of Tikitiki to see “Tikitiki’s jewel” – St Mary’s church. It was built between 1924 and 1926 under the guidance of Sir Āpirana (from Te Araroa). It is a non-denominational church and thanks to Sir Āpirana, it integrates Māori architecture into its design and windows. Today it’s considered a Category 1 Historic Place. Unfortunately, the church was closed and there was no one around so had a look around the outside (which was still nice) before moving on
Some observations about this part of rural New Zealand – horses are a common form of transport for school children (I am all for this – in fact I would happily ride a horse if that was an acceptable form of transport … and if I had a horse). I was also puzzled by the number of derelict houses in these small towns. Perhaps a sign of times with people having to move to the cities for work.
Next up was a stop at Tokomarau Bay, where I had planned to have lunch at the tavern. It was an amazing spot, reminding me of Hawaii with towering cliffs in background. Unfortunately, the tavern, although open, was not serving food. Maybe because it is too quiet or maybe because it is for sale? Either way the only other option was the fish and chip shop!
It’s not surprising there is an obesity problem in some of our rural communities – fried food and pies appear to be the most accessible food!! (Full disclosure, there was a small supermarket, but I didn’t go there 🥴). Fried food in hand, I headed down to the shore to have lunch with a view. It was a beautiful bay and beautiful day, now I had escaped the cloud of the morning. And of course, I am still a week or two early for the pohutakawa to be in flower😂.
Tolaga bay was my destination for the day and upon arrival I went straight to the main attraction – the wharf. Not just any wharf, a 660m long wharf that is believed to be one of the longest concrete wharfs in the Southern Hemisphere. It was built in 1929 to allow large coastal trading ships to off and onload goods to the area before the more modern sealed roads were built. (Apparently there was also one at Hicks Bay and Tokomaru Bay but there is little left of these ones.) Ironically, much of the cargo that was offloaded on the wharf was road building equipment that helped construct the road through to Gisborne, leaving the wharf redundant.
As in Te Araroa, I had struggled to get accommodation in Tolaga Bay. Who knows why – perhaps a combination of there not being much and some places being closed? I ended up at an Airbnb just out of the town on a horse training farm (Uawa Equine on AirBnB)- it was simple but beautiful and peaceful.
Had a relaxing afternoon/evening at my accommodation making friends with the locals – 3 dogs who seemed to take turns at coming over to hang out (although there were probably around 6-7 dogs in total), but my favourites were a little black cat (who was very needy) and a pet lamb.
I attempted to find something for dinner in town but gave up. There was a place calling itself a supermarket, but it was barely a dairy 🤦🏻♀️ and the only other option was fried food again! Instead, I fell back on some good old pot noodles I had stocked up on for just this kind of occasion.
Despite not having an early start planned, true to form I was up early so decided to go for a walk to explore Ōpōtiki and stretch my legs before I got back in the car for the day’s driving.
Ōpōtiki is the gateway to State Highway 35, which takes you around the East Cape of the North Island and had a large Māori population before Europeans arrived – it is thought to be the location of some of the earliest Māori arrivals. It was also home to a number of bloody battles in the Māori tribal wars. So much so, when European missionaries made an initial attempt to reach the town in 1821 they went straight back to Tauranga when they walked in to the “carnage of a just-concluded battle”.
The missionaries returned in 1839 and from 1840 to the 1860’s they struggled to continue to “spread the word” as the hostiles continued. European whalers and traders also became active along this part of the coast around the same time, but it was not until after the fighting (of the New Zealand Land Wars) ceased in the 1860’s that European settlement truly started in Ōpōtiki, initially as a military settlement.
As part of their discharge, the European soldiers were given 50+ acres of land (which was not really their land to give away) depending on their rank. The land proved fertile and the town became the Government centre in the Bay of Plenty. Today Ōpōtiki is a relatively quiet town with a population of approximately 5,000.
My early morning walk really just consisted of a ‘wander’ – I completely lost my sense of direction as I strolled down quiet beautiful tree lined street (not sure what they were but they were bursting with fragrant flowers). From here I found the Otara River and followed the pathway along it. Past slides and rope swings (it must be fun in the summer) with beautiful views back to the Urewera ranges in the distance. There are also a number of bike trails in the area as part of the Motu Trails.
As always I got a little distracted with the little things. Flax flowers just coming into bloom and already surrounded by busy bees with full pollen sacs. And let’s not forget the cool bollards.
Back on the main road, there were lots of bordered up shops 🥲sadly it is a normal sign in small town New Zealand these days. On the flip side, many of the historic buildings have been well maintained giving you an insight in to the history of what was a busy town – hard to imagine it given the quiet streets I was walking around (ok – it was still 7.30am on a Monday morning). Definitely no other ‘tourists’ around and people must have thought I was mad taking all my photos. 😂 I loved the street art by local school children which brightened up the town.
I happened across the Ōpōtiki Museum just as they opened so decided to take a look around. Like most small town museums it was packed full of ‘stuff’ – match boxes, saddlery, tractors, stuffed animals, machinery, dolls ….. Not an exhibit but I was intrigued by a sign requesting patrons to ‘please remove stiletto shoes to protect varnished floor’ – just how many people turn up in stiletto heels around here??
Despite all the ‘stuff’ on the ground floor, the other 2 floors (yes there were 2 whole floors and a mezzanine) has some really interesting information about the history of the town – both Māori and European, as well as information about the journey of the Treaty of Waitangi in the region in May 1840. (For more on the Treaty of Waitangi, check out my blog from July 2021 Now to the North(land). They also have a great collection of old photos depicting historical town life.
After some breakfast I was ready to hit the road and I set off down the Pacific Coast Highway towards my next stop – approximately 150km or just over 2 hours away. I had a list of places to stop and sites to see and some were more successful with than others lol. My first stop was supposed to be at Torere Beach to see a carved Māori gateway at the entrance to school. Unfortunately there were road works right outside the school, and it was clearly playtime and the children were all outside – I did not want to appear to be some kind of stalker so I drove straight past.
The road was beautiful and lined with large pohutakawa (yep – I was still 1-2 weeks early for them to all be in flower). I would definitely have a lot more photos if I was not driving or if there were more places to pull over and stop (one of the problems of solo road trips).
My first proper stop was at the small town of Raukokore at its beautiful white stone church – Christ Church. The church was designed by Scottish man, Duncan Stirling in 1894 and went on to marry a local chief in the church on 1896 and build other churches and buildings around the East Cape.
A Macadamia farm I had hoped to visit was not open so I headed straight to my planned lunch stop at Waihua Bay – ‘world famous in New Zealand’ for being the location for the filming of the 2010 movie Boy, and the home town of its director and actor Taika Waititi (who is actually world famous for his work on Thor movies amongst others). Interestingly he was actually born in Raukokore – my previous stop.
Just like in the movie, the ‘boys’ were out hanging in front of the General Store which had been featured in the movie, so I didn’t want to take a photo 🥴 . Instead I had some lunch and a short walk along the water front, which was beautiful before driving the last stretch of driving for the day. Thankfully the ‘boys’ left before I did so I got my shot lol.
As a child, we had had a family holiday travelling along this coast and I had fond memories of staying at the Holiday Park in Te Araroa, so had decided to stay there on this trip – talk about a nostalgia failure! The place was run down, they were completely unprepared for me and I didn’t feel particularly comfortable.
As they were not ready for me, I said I would go down to ‘town’ to get some supplies and then I would come back. What I was actually doing was going to ‘town’ to consider my options which were actually very limited! I took a quick break from worrying about where I would spend the night to see what is supposedly the oldest pohutakawa tree in the country – Te Waha-o-Rerekohu which is approximately 600 years old.
Te Araroa has a population of approximately 600 people, so it was not surprising there was no other accommodation to be found. I needed to stay in the area and the only place anywhere near was a motel, back towards Hicks Bay so I backtracked and got a room there. It ended up being a much more expensive night than planned but worth it to be comfortable. When I called the other place to say I wasn’t staying, they apologised for not being ready and offered to refund me – I said not to bother as it was only fair for them to keep it as I ‘cancelled’ very late – and it was pretty cheap and everyone in tourism is doing it tough these days.
My new room was on the hill overlooking Hicks Bay which was lovely but the room was hot with the sun streaming in so I sat on the deck by the reception with a cold cider enjoying the breeze and relaxed for the rest of the late afternoon. It was not quite the evening beach vibes I had been anticipating but there was a beautiful sunset nevertheless and I had a good sleep in a comfy room 👍🏻
My lesson for the day was learnt – don’t set your expectations too high when trying to relive a past memory!!
This morning I was off on the road trip part of my road trip (lol) around the Tairāwhiti region – first stop was Whakatane via a lovely road around lakes and through small towns. But my one and only reason for coming to Whakatane was to do a day trip to Moutohorā or Whale Island.
Moutohorā is one of the most restricted pest free sanctuaries in New Zealand. It is situated just 9km of the coast of Whakatane, not far from Whakaari/White Island which is now world famous for its eruption in December 2019 which killed 22 people. It is just over 1.4km2 and is the remnant of an eroded volcano. There are still geothermal areas on the island today (which is one of the highlights of the visit).
There is evidence of early Māori and European settlements, including an unsuccessful whaling station (catching only one whale 🥴), mining of sulphur (which was too poor quality) and then rock for construction of the Whakatane Harbour wall (in 1915).
In 1965 the island was declared a wildlife refuge and once goats were cleared, a planting programme planted 12,000 native trees and grasses. Today the island is free of not only goats, but rats, cats and rabbits (there were apparently up to ½ million and were used by Cray fisherman for bait) and is a safe haven for 190 native species.
Because of its pest free status, bio security checks are an important part of the boating process for all passengers. In the “Biosecurity Caravan” we had to empty our bags to ensure there were no pests, followed by checks of our shoes for soil and seeds and finally we walked through a tray of disinfectant before boarding the boat.
It was a beautiful warm day, already 18c and sunny before we set off out through the heads at the mouth of the Whakatane River and passed The Lady on the Rock statue on top of Turuturu Rock. The statue commemorates the bravery of Wairaka, the daughter of Toroa, the captain of the first waka to arrive in Whakatāne after a long and dangerous journey from Hawaiki (their ancestral homeland). As the men went ashore, the canoe started to draft back out to sea and Wairaka grabbed the paddle to bring the waka back to shore (it was forbidden for women to handle a canoe!) She cried our “Kia Whakatāne au I ahau” – I will act the part of a man – hence the name of the city.
I was travelling with White Island Tours – the only way you can visit the island (unless you work for the Department of Conservation). Not surprisingly, they are the main company that used to run the tours to Whakaari White Island prior to the eruption and were on the island at the time, losing staff members. One of our guides had been on the island earlier in the morning – as the volcano quietly smoking away in the distance, I can’t imagine what is must have been like to have been on the water the day it erupted … or to continue to see it every day!
After a quick 15 minute boat ride, we landed on Moutohorā. There is no wharf or jetty so need to be prepared to get wet feed as you wade ashore. Unfortunately we were about 1-2 weeks too early for the full bloom of the Pohutukawa tress which covered the islands. Luckily there were a handful that bloomed early and where already surrounded by beautiful tuis👍🏻.
The island is a wonderful haven for New Zealand’s wildlife and it was not long before our guide pointed out a juvenile common gecko (in a purpose built ‘gecko hotel’ – really just a small, covered area, which is easy to lift to spy on the current guests). Did you know that New Zealand geckos, unlike other reptiles around the world, give birth to live young rather than eggs. It is believed to be an adaption to adjust to the colder climates. They are not only slow breeding, but they are also long lived – living up to 50 years.
The air was full of bird song, but even louder was the hum of bees around the flowering kanuka. I am not sure I have ever heard so many bees.
As we walked through the island (the guides in bare feet lol 🥴) we passed (or were passed by) North Island Saddlebacks – remember I met their South Island cousins on Stewart Island back in 2020. Here the juveniles are born with their ‘saddle’ markings as opposed to the South Islands one who do not develop it until they are older.
The highlight of the day for me (although the whole day was a highlight) was seeing my first Tuatara in the wild 🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻. Tuatara are endemic to New Zealand and are the only survivors of an ancient lineage of reptiles whose ancestors lived along side dinosaurs, over 220 million years ago.
They used to live throughout the country, but populations were decimated by rats etc. and today are now only found in predator proof fenced sanctuaries and offshore islands. They are active mainly at night but also come out during the day to bask in the sun. To avoid being eaten by adults, juveniles tend to feed during the day!!
Females can lay 6-8 eggs per year and are buried to keep warm and as with some other reptiles, the egg temperature can determine the sex of the young. Once hatched they have to fend for themselves and if they survive ‘childhood’ they can live between 80-100 years.
Did I mention just how excited I was to see them?? I had seen them before in wildlife parks (in fact I used to work at a park where we breed them), but never in their natural habitat. It was really a thrill for me.
Kiwis have been introduced to the island, but they have not breed well, no one really knows why but it is possible they are competing for burrows with grey faced petrels that also nest in burrows on the ground. We actually passed the bodies of a couple of petrels along the way – apparently, they are terrible at landing, often using trees/bushes to break their fall, sometimes this does not work for them!
After a walk around some of the tracks we stopped by the hut for some lunch (it used to be possible to stay the night but now it is only used for rangers). I only had snacks rather than lunch so was finished quickly and took the opportunity to hang around by the flowering Pohutukawa’s (right by the toilet lol) watching the tuis attracted by the flowers. I was also lucky enough to spot some of the resident Kakariki (a green parrot) but not close enough to get a photo.
From lunch we took one of the tracks around the side of the island and down to Sulphur Bay – not surprisingly the remaining geothermal area on the island. There were once pools in the area, but they were buried by a landslide, but you can still see the steam vents and you can definitely smell the sulphur.
The geothermal activity makes this an incredible ‘hot water beach’, you can actually see the sand bubbling in some areas it is so hot – it actually felt like I scalded my feet at one point 🥴. The idea is to dig a hole in the sand, the perfect depth so you get right temperature water in your self made hot pool – too shallow and it was way too hot, too deep and it was too cold! There are hot water beaches in other parts of the country, but it is rare that you find one which you can have all to yourself.
It was beautiful sitting on the beach in the sun, soaking my feet in the hot water while watching isolatied rain showers across the mainland. What a way to spend the day.
As we headed back towards the boat, which was waiting for us at another beach, there was word of a whale sighting so instead of heading back to town, we headed out to sea. It was already 1.45pm and they had said we would be back by 1.30pm – no one was complaining though. On our impromptu boat trip, we saw diving petrels and penguins in the water 👍🏻 but sadly no whales today. It was great to see the island from the sea as well, with its interesting rock formations and NZ fur seals lazying around the shore line.
We finally arrived back back in Whakatane over an hour late – what an amazing trip which I highly recommend.
Back on the mainland it was time to hit the road as I still had some driving to do before my stop for the night. I could not pass up the opportunity to stop at what is apparently New Zealand’s favourite beach, Ohope Beach. It was pretty impressive with 11 kilometres of beautiful sand beach, despite being a little windswept today. The Ohope spit itself is approximately 6 kilometres long and only 300m wide at its narrowest, making it very easy to walk from the beach on one side to the Ohiwa estuary on the other.
I was starving by this point, so stopped to have some lunch at the General Store, overlooking the estuary. Unfortunately it really only had fried food (which becomes a theme for the trip) so fried food it was!
I’d been lucky to avoid the rain so far, but it finally came down as I was driving my last leg for the day. Despite the rain it was a lovely 35 minute drive around the estuary and through small rural villages to my stop for the night at Opotiki.
From the Waimangu Volcanic Area, I had about 30 minutes to race back towards town to Te Puia, just on the outskirts of the city to visit some more hot water! In my rush, I parked in the wrong car park (it seems that they have two and I had parked in the overflow one for when they are busy … they were not busy🤦🏻♀️), thankfully it was only a few minutes’ walk to the entrance. In fact, they were so quiet, I was greeted ‘Kia Ora Elaine’ as I walked in the door ❤️.
Straight off their website “Te Puia is home to the largest active geyser in the Southern Hemisphere, Pōhutu, as well as the New Zealand Māori Arts and Crafts Institute – training the next generation of young artists for over 54 years.” I chose to join one of their guided experiences which took me through the park including the New Zealand Māori Arts & Crafts Institute and the Kiwi Conservation Centre.
I was joined by 3 others from Wellington, and we started in the Marae (Māori meeting house & courtyard) where Kahu, our local guide explained the intricacies and of the meanings of parts of the marae and the beautiful carvings inside it. Kahu also told us of the hardships Covid has caused on tourist attractions such as this – pre-covid, Te Puia was averaging 7,000 visitors a day (their record was 100,000 visitors in one day)! Today, they had around 30! As much as I am enjoying the New Zealand tourist attractions in peace and quiet, it’s hard to imagine the impact the lack of tourists has had on tourism operators and their staff.
Light rain started just as we got inside the meeting house (it had been threatening most of the morning) which was perfect timing and Kahu took the time to tell us stories of the local’s iwi or tribes. He also explained how the building represents the body of an ancestor e.g., the rafters are the rib cage. This particular marae was built in 1970 and student carvers from around the country carved an ancestor from their area so each part of the building has a different design. The building took 10 years to complete as the carvers had to keep going out to get additional work to pay for it!
From here we walked up towards the Arts & Crafts Institute, through a pathway flanked by 8 carved figures. All important in the Māori legends of creation. The most famous, or perhaps now world ‘infamous’ thanks to the movie Moana, is Maui- the trickster who is credited with the creation of New Zealand (the South Island being his canoe and the North Island the fish he caught with his infamous hook taken from his grandmother’s jawbone)!
The New Zealand Māori Arts & Crafts Institute is the home of the national school of carving (bone, pounamu (green stone) and wood) and weaving and is tasked with preserving, promoting and perpetuating Māori. Young Māori from all around the country apply (or are normally nominated by their Iwi) to train at the Institute and can spend 2-3 years training.
We started in the carving area and the tutors explained to us the process of the training and the carving itself. There was a lot of information but some particular notes that stuck with me were:
Bone carvers start training on stone before moving on to whale bone (gifted by local Iwi or tribes from stranded whales) and green stone. 7.5 out of 10 on the ‘most hardness scale’ 😂 is greenstone.
The Hei Tiki, which is a common site on Maraes and in tourist shops represent the first man
The wood they were carving was a 1,700 year old Totara log found in a swamp!!
The Carving school follows the old traditions and admits men only … other carving schools accept women but not this one
The students in the weaving school spend their first months learning about the patterns and the stories they tell as well as the products they use to weave e.g., flax before starting to weave. They also learn how to harvest the flax and collect feathers.
As with the carving school, the weaving school try to do things as traditionally as possible, even down to scrapping the flax with muscle shells.
The final stop on this part of the tour was the Āhua Gallery – where some of the works made in the schools are on display and for sale. Many beautiful and very, very, very expensive items.
From here we headed down to the Kiwi Conservation Centre nocturnal house where they have 3 resident kiwis. The conservation centre is part of the national breeding for release programme but unfortunately the Kiwi ‘keeper’ was not availability to tell us about them, and Kahu, who I had told previously I had worked at another Kiwi conservation centre in a previous life, asked me to tell the others a bit about the kiwi and the conservation programme – sadly he did not offer me a discount for the work I did lol
And finally, we reached the main attraction – the geothermal area. Te Puia has 60 hectares of native bush, geyser and mud pools and is home to the largest geyser in the Southern Hemisphere – the Pōhutu geyser. Apparently when they are not many people in the grounds, the children from the local village swim in the warm streams (not the 140C parts of course) but they can not do it when people are around as there are signs everywhere saying don’t go near the water lol. Kahu had to call ahead to say we were coming!
The landscape here was crazy, just how I would imagine the moon looks like but with steam everywhere. Bubbling mud and water exploding from the ground. To round off the tour, we got to enjoy delicious steam pudding which had been cooked in an ‘oven’ in the steam.
Unfortunately, my free time exploring the area was cut short as the rain that had been threatening all day finally arrived and it arrived hard just as the tour ended! Despite the abrupt ending, the tour was so worth it and Kahu our guide was awesome. Highly recommended.
To make up for getting soaked running back to the far away carpark to my car, I drove a short distance out of town to the “Secret Spot” (a woman I had chatted with on the morning boat tour, told me about it). It turned out it was no secret lol but was a lovely Spa with private hot tubs for hire. They also have small tubs to soak your feet for free – well, the price of a drink, and after the almost 20,000 steps 😂 I had walked during the day it was lovely place to enjoy a drink. The rain has eased up, but the thunder was still rolling in the distance.
My final stop on my whistle stop tour of Rotorua was the Redwood Treetop walk in the Whakarewarewa Forest, just outside of the city. You can do this during the day, but I choose to go at night (I believe you can get a combined ticket if you have the time to do both). Given the very few people I had seen at the sites during the day, I was surprised by how busy it was, but I managed to weave my way around some of the slower people on the narrow swing bridges. I was not wowed by it, but it was nice, and the lights/lanterns were cool (designed by world-renowned designer and sustainability champion David Trubridge). Perhaps it would be better to go during the day when you can read the signs and learn more about the area.
As my last trip ended up with a hospital stay – this one started with one. After a late night dash to take my father in – he was admitted around 3am and so I managed to get home for a few hours’ sleep before I had to get up for a morning of work before I headed off. FYI he is now recovering well and insisted I still go on my trip, as my brother also lives in Christchurch and would be around for him.
So, I was completely exhausted when I got to the airport! With the resurgence of covid in New Zealand and 2 trips north and a trip to Australia already cancelled I had been on tender hooks whether this trip would ever happen, but I was finally on my way. I had spent a fair amount of time planning this trip, and I had an action packed itinerary written up (matched against a costing spreadsheet 😂🥴) so I hoped I would get it all done.
The Air New Zealand Koru lounge is a bit different in our covid world, no more helping yourself to food or drinks (someone has to serve you) – first world problems I know. Thankfully Air New Zealand have yet again extended status tiers for another year, so I get another year of the luxury of the lounge before travelling so definitely need to make the most of it 👍🏻🥴
After beautiful views taking off, there was cloud cover most of the way so I could catch a few minutes sleep on the 90 minute flight (small plane = longer flight time) without feeling like I was missing out on the views 🥴, and we arrived in Rotorua to low cloud and a little rain.
It was quick and easy to pick up my rental car from Rad cars and soon I was on my way to the city. After about 10 minutes, I started to smell an odd smell and thought it might be something to do with the car (it was my first time driving a hybrid so wasn’t sure what was normal) … but then I remembered where I was … Rotorua – the hub of geothermal activity and a city that permanently smells of sulphur i.e., rotten eggs! The city is part of the Taupo Volcanic Zone that extends from Whakaari/White Island off the east coast of the Bay of Plenty, to Mt Ruapehu in the south (both active volcanos). The steaming vents, bubbling mud pools and spouting geysers are all around the city and have been drawing visitors from around the world since the early 1800s.
I made my way into the city (only a 15 minutes’ drive) and checked in to my accommodation -Rock Solid Backpackers. Back in backpackers again, but at least this time I had my own ensuite room so it actually was not that cheap but after the sleepless night of the day before I was struggling to stay away so I would have slept anyway!
I took a quick walk to a nearby supermarket and a nostalgic dinner at Cobb & Co I was soon back in my room and ready to sleep. (Cobb & Co is named after the Cobb & Co stagecoaches of the 1860s. The restaurants opened in the 1970s and where definitely a treat during my childhood. Most seemed to have closed but I am pleased to see they are having a revival and I have just discovered that one has just opened in Christchurch – you know where I will be lol)
On the first morning of my holiday I woke to rain – It was forecast so I was ready for it. As always, I was awake early so decided to take a morning stroll down to lake front and the rain stopped just as I stepped outside so that was a win.
I had a route worked out but was stumped at every turn due to track and road closures. So, I kept wandering towards the lake, taking any road/track I could through the Government Gardens and passed the beautiful Tudor style museum building (which was closed for earthquake damage repairs). My wandering was helped by a beautiful rainbow over the city.
My wandering paid off and I found a way to the lake but had missed the lookout point at sulphur point noted on google maps, so I back tracked a little and I found the track I wanted (I actually think it was linked to where I saw the track closed sign – whoops). Finally, I got the views I had been looking for. The sulphur smell was strong first thing after the rain. The sound of boiling water/mud and seagulls, the steam, the smell and the sun rising across the lake hit all the senses.
I wish photos or videos had smell so you could truly experience it with me 😂 According to the sign “the smells of Sulphur Bay and Lake Rotorua are from sulphurous gases belched from the depths of the earth. The sounds are of gases and steam bubbling and roaring to the surface through narrow vents and pools.”
I was intrigued by a pool named “Cameron’s Laughing Gas Pool”. Apparently, the mix of hydrogen sulphide and carbon dioxide rising from the pools have the same effect as laughing gas. It was an early public bathing sight and apparently some bathers would end up laughing uncontrollably, others would pass out!! It is probably not a bad thing that you cannot get that close anymore.
The site actually holds a lot of history – the site of a large battle between warring iwi (Ngati Tangaroamihi and Ngati Tama) and when gifted to the Crown by the Te Arawa Iwi in 1880, an area for sanatoriums, railways, hospitals, basically the establishment of a town. They also used to mine the sulphur and in 1916, a ton of sulphur was worth GBP28 on the London market!
By this point I needed my sunglasses and not a raincoat and umbrella I had with me, but I decided to continue around the lake track as it was still not even 7.30 (and I had already taken so many photos and I had not even left the centre of town 🥴). It was definitely the right decision as it was lovely track around the lake and back through wetlands with a boardwalk through beautiful flowering Kanuka and Manuka.
PSA – don’t forget insect repellent! I have thought about putting it on but when I left my room, but I was only going for a short walk in the rain! Lesson learnt – always be prepared 😂. Oh, and I also forgot my mask and wallet – thank goodness for payWave and hoodies that you can zip up you’re your mouth and nose so I could get coffee on my way back to my room.
There is so much to do and see in and around Rotorua, but as I only had one day, I had chosen to visit a couple of geothermal regions just out of town. First up was the Waimangu Volcanic Valley. Just 20 minutes’ drive from the city through some beautiful rolling farmland and punga lined country roads
In 1886, Mt Tarawera erupted, ripping a 17km rift in the earth, creating what is now the Waimangu Volcanic Valley. The eruption was heard as far south as Christchurch and as far north as Northland! The area was given its name when in the early 1900s a huge geyser erupted in valley, throwing black water, steam and rocks up to 450m in the air – Waimangu is translated from Māori to Black Water. Further steam blasts in 1917 again reshaped the valley, re-excavating Echo Crater and destroying a nearby hotel.
The first part of the visit a 4km walk down through the rift valley. Today it is so beautiful and peaceful, filled with birdsong, I can only image the eruptions of the passes that created what we see today (though the steam vents help with fill in that picture lol).
I had 2 hours to walk through the area and I thought that would be way longer than needed for the 4km walk, but there was so much to see, and such great information provided via the leaflet they give and the great interactive app that provides more information and interactive images showing how the area looked pre eruptions.
The most recent eruption happened in Frying Pan Lake in the Echo Crater and was called the Trinity Terrace Eruption. In February 1973, a small eruption sprayed mud over 100m in the air. Thankfully it took place in the middle of the night, and only lasted 15 minutes.
I should probably note that before the 1917 Frying Pan Flat eruption, people could walk over the area that is now Frying Pan Lake! I was very interested to learn that the bubbling water is not actually boiling – which I always thought was the case. It is actually carbon dioxide and Hydrogen sulphide gas bubbling up through the acidic lake water that makes it look like it is boiling.
The second part of the experience was a boat trip across Lake Rotomahana – there was only 4 of us so plenty of room to spread out and enjoy the trip mask free. Prior to the 1886 Tarawera eruption, the area that now forms Lake Rotomahana had been home to two smaller lakes – Lake Rotomahana and Lake Rotomakariri and was the birthplace of New Zealand tourism.
Pre 1886 Lake Rotomahana was home to the world famous Pink and White Terraces, once considered the 8th wonder of the world. Tourists from around the world made the long journey to enjoy the natural hot pools in the silica terraces. Using the interactive app, you could see an image of the terraces as we sailed over their former site. I imagine they were similar to the silica terraces I visited in Pamukkale in Turkey many years ago.
The lake is also now a bird wildlife sanctuary so there were lots of birds including ducklings and cygnets.
If you notice the golden colour around some of the vents, it is a phenomenon where blue green algae turn gold to protect itself from the UV in the sunlight, oddly nothing to do with heat or gases in the geothermal steam or water!
Back on dry land, we were shuttled back to the beginning on a bus (which you could hop on at 3 places through the walk). It was definitely worth the visit and their app was cool, but they should definitely advertise it more and warn people it uses lot of battery, especially if you are using your phone as camera too.
It was a great morning, but I had no time to sit still, I had to quickly be on the move to my next activity ….
Now, I am a planner!! I enjoy nothing better than researching trips, pulling together spreadsheets of options and costs – I feel no shame about my need to plan lol. Unfortunately, sometimes the best laid plans do not pan out and you just need to roll with it – this was one of those trips 🥴. After last year’s birthday trip took us through the snowy mountains to the West Coast of the South Island (remember the snow chain debacle 🤦🏻♀️), this year we headed north in the hope of some winter sun …
Most people (including me), consider Auckland as ‘the north’ of New Zealand, but in fact there is another 400+km (5-6 hours driving) north of the city. On this trip we were heading in to Northland, going about 3 hours north of Auckland to Paihia in the beautiful Bay of Islands.
Often considered the birthplace of modern New Zealand, the Bay of Islands is where the first European settlers arrived and is home to Waitangi, the site of the signing of the Treaty of Waitangi (more about that later). And as the name suggests, there are 144 islands in the bay and the sub-tropical climate makes it a popular holiday destination.
It was a beautiful crisp morning for our departure from Christchurch, making for a beautiful flight with perfect photo opportunities. In stark contrast, Auckland was hidden in fog, which delayed our landing by about 10 minutes but we were soon down, bags in hand and picked up by Snap rentals to get our car and hit the road.
Despite being a Saturday morning, there was so much traffic driving through the city 🤦🏻♀️. Thankfully we were driving north out of the city where the traffic was not so bad, but I just can’t understand why so many people where driving into the city on a Saturday morning????
Our Paihia Airbnb host had given us some tips and had recommended taking a short detour along the scenic, coastal route north, taking us through the small town of Orewa where we took a quick pit stop to grab a coffee and admire the moody but beautiful beach.
Back on the northern part of the Hibiscus Coast Highway (the same road I took last year from Auckland west to Thames), it was not long before we arrived at Otuihau Whangarei Falls, just outside of Whangarei. The falls are 26.3 metres high, falling over basalt cliffs and there is a beautiful easy walk around the falls.
Much to my partners annoyance (lol) I was determined to have one more stop on our drive north, at the small quirky town of Kawakawa to see the public toilets. Yes, you read that right, I wanted to stop to see the public toilets!
The Hundertwasser Toilets are the most photographed toilets in New Zealand and are considered to be an international work of art (one of the few toilet blocks with that honour – not surprising I guess). The toilets were designed by Austrian architect and artist Friedensreich Hundertwasser who lived in the area. They were built in 1999 using recycled materials from the community and even including a living tree. It would have been rude not to use the facilities whilst I checked them out lol.
Finally we arrived in Paihia – our destination for this trip. Our Airbnb apartment was lovely. A short walk to town and a great view out to the sea. We arrived late in the afternoon so we walked down in to town for some dinner and drinks. It was a beautiful night with a full moon and the wharf and lights looking lovely.
After a quick early morning sunrise run/walk along the water front, it was not without trepidation we set off for our boat cruise to the famous Hole in the Rock. It was already pretty windy and the sea looked a little choppy, even in the harbour, but we had bought discounted tickets earlier in the week and this day was the only option.
The trepidation was well founded – we boarded the boat which was already bouncing around in the protected harbour – and the first announcement they made was …. “It’s going to be really rough out there and we probably won’t make it to the Hole in the Rock!! Get off now if you are not up for that!” So we got off and thankfully received a full refund. Instead of the boat trip, we decided to walk the 30 minutes along the waterfront to the Waitangi Treaty Grounds.
As I mentioned earlier, the Bay of Islands is considered the birth place of modern New Zealand. Firstly due to the fact that this is where the earliest European settlers settled and because it is where the Te Tiriti o Waitangi (or Treaty of Waitangi) was signed in 1840 – for that reason, the Waitangi Treaty Grounds is one of the most symbolically important places in New Zealand.
The site was home to the first British government representative, James Busby, but prior to the European settlers arriving, it was an important seasonal gathering site for the local Ngāpuhi iwi. In fact, in one of the earliest recorded land agreements between Māori and the settlers, they allowed the Church Missonary Society to hold 50 acres of the current Waitangi site.
Not surprisingly, the Treaty was as controversial at the time as it has been in more recent years and ‘vigorous discussion’ took place at the Treaty grounds prior to signing by the local Māori leaders. It was eventually signed and taken around the country for other leaders to sign, making New Zealand the first Pacific island nation to be under European control.
In 1990, Queen Elizabeth the II said of the Treaty ” Today, we are strong enough and honest enough to admit that the Treaty has been imperfectly observed. Look upon it as a legacy of promise. It can be a guide to … all those whose collective sense of justice, fairness and tolerance will shape the future.”
Today, it is the site of the annual Treaty of Waitangi anniversary events, and is a popular tourist attraction. It has a great museum which explains the history of the early settlers, both Māori and European, as well as shedding some light on the complexities of the Treaty itself.
From here, you can spend hours wandering around the beautiful grounds, exploring Treaty House (which was the original residence of the Busby family) and the Te Whare Runanga, the beautifully carved meeting house. If you time it right you can enjoy a performance from the local Kapa Haka group – unfortunately we did not time it right as a performance was already part way through.
The flagstaff on the large lawn, looking out to sea, marks the spot where the Treaty was fist signed on 6 February 1840. The current flagstaff was erected in 1934 and flies the 3 official flags that New Zealand has had since 1834 – the flag of the United Tribes of New Zealand (the first flag), the Union Jack (the national flag from 1840) and today’s New Zealand flag which dates back to 1902.
Don’t miss the walk down to the small beach to see Ngātokimatawhaorua, the world’s largest ceremonial war canoe. The 35m canoe and it 76 paddlers is launched each year on Waitangi Day as part of the days events.
It was lovely walk back to Paihia, this time along the beach as the tide was out (when the tide is in, the water is right up against the sea wall) and we headed to one of the many great food options in town – CBK (Craft Bar Kitchen) right on the water front was our choice for lunch before a relaxing afternoon – we are on holiday after all lol.
After a night of rain, the sunrise the next morning was beautiful and hazy – it really felt and looked like the tropics and I often struggle to believe that this is even New Zealand? I made the most of it by heading out for another morning walk /run. Despite feeling so energised first thing in the morning, it did not last long and so decided to take it easy for the rest of the day. We took a relaxing walk to town and caught the ferry, the 15 minutes across the bay to Russell.
Russell stared life as a small coastal seasonal Māori village, with a number of important Pas on the surrounding hills guarding the approach. When the Europeans arrived, the used the area as a shore station for shipping.
As the town grew, it was nicknamed the “Hell hole of the Pacific” due to the nature of it’s settlers – an unsavoury mixture of deserting sailors, escaped convicts, prostitutes and grog sellers. Captain Cook had spread the word about the “most noble anchorage” and it became a popular hub for whalers stopping in for suppliers from the local Māori and European settlers. Many of the buildings in the town still date back to the early 1800s. For European buildings in New Zealand, that is pretty much as old as it gets. One of the most famous buildings is the Duke of Marlborough pub whose tag line is “refreshing rascals and reprobates since 1827” (though the building has burnt down and has been rebuilt twice since then).
Russell was considered of such importance, it was named the first capital of New Zealand in 1840. In 1841 the capital was moved to Auckland but even today, the sleepy little town it still retains it glory as the first capital lol.
The weather was not great and it was raining on and off so we did not stay long before heading back across the bay to Paihia for the rest of the afternoon. Thankfully it was not cold – not sure it gets cold in this far north (I may need to consider a move lol).
On what was supposed to be our final full day in Paihia, our plans started to completely unravel! As I was still not feeling well we decided to leave Paihia a day early so we did not have to make the drive early the following morning. But, before heading to Auckland we took a quick detour to the town of Kerikeri (the largest town in Northland), where there were a number of things I wanted to see.
First stop was Rainbow Falls or Waianiwaniwa, a 27 metre single drop waterfall. It is only a short walk from the car park to the viewing platform and not surprisingly, it is well known for it’s rainbows in the spray from the water, and yes, there was a rainbow. Our next stop was a medical centre, as I was feeling even worse by this stage!! Unfortunately, they could not see me and told us to go to Whangarei Hospital – 1 hour away!! Thankfully it was on the way to Auckland so we skipped all the other sites and headed south
I was seen quickly at the very efficient hospital and the strong painkillers they gave me helped me survived the rest of the drive to Auckland and home to Christchurch – I was disappointed that we did not get to do all that was planned … but in hindsight it was lucky we got away at all! (Thankfully there were a lot of rainbows and a lovely sunset on the journey to keep my spirits up.)
(Footnote: They day after we got home I was admitted to hospital and ended staying there for a week (though I am fully recovered now). So not only were we lucky we got away, but perhaps even more so, lucky we got home!!!)
A few days before we were to start our road trip south, the region had a 1 in 100 year rainfall, causing severe flooding and damage to many bridges and roads. At one point the roads south were all closed with a number of bridges damaged – to get from Temuka to Christchurch, normally a 2 hour drive, was taking 13.5 hrs … taking the scenic route through the mountains, up the west coast and then back across the mountains!
Thankfully road crews had opened most of the roads by Friday when we left, though some of roads had severe damage – that said, the snow that fell on the mountains in the same storm made for a beautiful views (despite starting off in the fog). Truly Mother Nature at her best . (Sorry, not sorry for all the photos lol).
The drive to Wanaka takes around 5.5 hours and we had planned to stop around halfway in Fairlie for lunch at the ‘world famous in New Zealand’ Fairlie Pies … unfortunately it seemed that everyone else seemed to have the same idea and there was a long queue out the door! We are not fans of queuing, so we pushed on to Tekapo where we bought Fairlie Pies in the supermarket 😂. The lakes and the snow covered mountains were looking beautiful and it is such a stunning drive.
As usual, I was keen for an early night after settling into our accommodation, and then up early for a morning run. It is definitely my favourite time of day, and it was so beautiful to run around the lake, with hardly anyone around. Of course it also meant we got “that Wanaka tree” to ourselves for a few minutes. As this was a trip with friends, I did not have much planned and didn’t expect to get out and about and do my normal exploring, but I certainly intended to find a good balance. Rain being forecast for most of the weekend was not going to stop me lol.
After a day spent with friends, I was keen to head out early again to visit some of the sights in the area. First stop was the famous Cardrona Hotel. I drove the 20 minutes to the hotel through the morning fog which had cleared a little by the time I arrived. It was earlier enough that there was hardly anyone around, but not too earlier that coffee was not available😂
The Cardrona area was settled in the 1860s as people flocked to the area to find their futures and fortunes in the gold in the nearby hills. The Cardrona Hotel was established in 1863, to service the booming the population and it is one of New Zealand’s oldest hotels.
By the late 1890’s most of the prospectors had moved on in the hope of more lucrative areas and the town dwindled to just a few farmers and many of the buildings were moved down the room to Wanaka (which was called Pembroke at the time).
Today of course, Cardonna is famous for its ski field, and what better than a few drinks in the old Cardonna hotel after a long day on the slopes.
My next stop was to be the Blue Pools in Mt Aspiring National Park. From Wanaka, it is about an hour drive around Lake Wanaka and its neighbouring Lake Hawea. The roads are narrow, winding and one way in some cases, but beautiful views, a little moody and gloomy but still beautiful.
From the car park it was about an easy 30 minute walk through a mature beech and podocarp forest and given the threat of rain, there were not a lot of other people around. The forest walk was lovely and as always, I got distracted by fantails 😂, but there was no standing still for too long because of the sandflies 😬😬 – they were pretty savage! The light rain also was become a little heavier, so I picked up the pace to my destination, the Blue Pools.
Not surprisingly, the pools get their name from the colour of their water, the result of light refraction on the clear, snow fed and icy cold water. It was beautiful, but the Jet boats hooning up and down the river definitely disturbed the peace and bird song! I guess they are fun if you are on them, a just a little bit annoying if you are not!
I had hoped to do one of the long walks around Wanaka, in particular Roy’s Peak, but the weather forecast was really not great so on our last morning we decided to do one of the short walks around the town – Mt Iron. A 4.5 km loop, up a hill on the outskirts of the town which gives beautiful 360 degree views around the area.
We were early enough to avoid the crowds (the walk is very popular with locals), and it was nice to stretch our legs before the drive home. Next time I will make it up Roy’s Peak!!!
Not to be outdone, the drive home was equally as stunning as the drive down. In fact, I am not sure any road trip in New Zealand can disappoint – regardless of the weather.
It was a beautiful crisp day in Christchurch for my flight to Tauranga. A typical blue bird day – blue skies, cold and perfect for views of the mountains after their first winter dump of snow the day before. I will never get bored of the views flying around NZ – over the Southern Alps, passed Mt Taranaki, and over the North Island central plains volcanos, one of which we flew directly over and down into Tauranga in the Bay of Plenty (the BOP in the title of this blog).
It was a quick 10 minute taxi ride to my motel just across the beach in the world famous (or perhaps world famous New Zealand lol) Mt Maunganui (or ‘the mount’ as it affectionately referred to). I had met my roommate for the trip in the Air New Zealand Koru Lounge at Christchurch airport and we settled into our motel room before I took a quick walk across to the beach to see the lovely colours of sunset. (We are on the east coast so just colours, no actually sunset, but I was excited for the sunrise.)
We decided to have an early dinner so walked the short distance to Maunganui Road where there were plenty of takeaway options and a lovely view of the Mt – despite it being cold, the town really had a tropical feel to it. We had a busy few days ahead so we were grateful for an early night to top up the energy.
This trip was a group trip arranged by Debbie from Women’s Adventures NZ (www.womensadventuresnz.com). She specialises in active, small group trips around New Zealand, a number of which, like this one, are focused around cycling. I was the only person in the group who had not been on one of her tours before, most of the others had been on multiple trips and were already booked on others in the future!
I was up early and excited for my sunrise walk up the mount, which sadly didn’t happen 🤦🏻♀️. I ran the 1.8 km from the motel to the base of the mount in the dark, only to be told that it was closed for the day 🥴. Apparently, they were ‘spraying’ I could not go up or around it! So, I ran back and then walked along the beach as the sun rose which was still beautiful – oh so beautiful.
I was back to the motel in time for coffee before our pickup at 8.30am for our ride up the coast to Waihi where we would meet the rest of the group and collect our rental bikes. From Waihi, we drove to Paeroa where after getting our bikes set up, we headed off on the Hauraki Rail Trail.
The Hauraki Rail Trail has a total of 197km of trails in 5 segments and we were going to do the small part from Paeroa and Waihi – only around 25km). It was a beautiful, easy trail through farmland, bush, over bridges and through tunnels. Although I had an ebike, but the trail was so easy I didn’t actually need to use the ‘e’ part of the ebike very often.
We actually cycled right past where I had stayed in November last year (near Waikino) and stopped at Owharoa Fall and then again at the remains of Victoria Battery. Built in 1897, the battery was built to process the ore from Martha Mine in Waihi (something else I saw in my November visit). When built, it was the largest industrial complex in the country and the largest crushing plant in Australasia. Although there is still a lot to see, it is hard to image how big it was in its prime.
Our next stop was for a well earned lunch at the lovely Waikino Railway café. Did you know you can still catch the Goldfields Heritage train from Waihi to Waikino? It would make a lovely day trip into the gorge if you don’t fancy the cycle.
The last 8 km of our cycle took us back to Waihi along a beautiful part of the track – passed lush green fields, fat cows, babbling rivers (do rivers babble or just brooks 🤔), small patches of bush and great tracks. Despite only a doing a small part of the rail trail, it was so worth it. From Waihi we drove back to Mt Maunganui, annoyingly get stuck in the Friday afternoon Tauranga city traffic but made it back in time to freshen up before we headed out for an early dinner in the city and another early night before another energetic day.
Day 2 and I had a lie in as I knew it was forecast for rain so no plan for early morning exercise. That said, the rain had actually stopped by the time we got up and it was much warmer than the day before!
After a communal breakfast, we headed off for today’s activities … though we had a bit of a false start! We had walked down to the local backpackers to get the rental bikes for the day and turned out they did not have the ones we booked 🤦🏻♀️. It was also quite windy, so it was decided to change plans and do a walk today rather than cycling. So, it was back to the motel for people to change from cycling to walking gear (all the same gear for me 😂) and then more discussion about what we would do before finally hitting the road to the Summerhill Recreation Park for a walk. As it turned out, it was lucky we changed plan, as the area where were going to walk was to be closed the next day for a trail run!
It was a lovely walk through farmland with a great view out to the coast and back to Mt Maunganui. I was especially excited to see Kaka fly past – it is just amazing to see our beautiful native birds in the wild. From the farmland, it was a cruisy stroll to the trig point though it was pretty windy at the top and we had to take care not to be blown!
It was all a bit disorganised trying to work out a different route back through the forest, but we finally found it and it made a nice change from the easy farm trails we took up. Back at the car park we had the sandwiches we had made for lunch in the lovely sheltered picnic area, with an even better view.
Our next step was at Kaiate (Te Rekekawau) Falls – where we had another beautiful walk to see the amazing full waterfalls. The walk was all down hill to the bottom of the Falls, so it was a bit of a hike back up but not too bad and it was a good excuse to stop and take in the lovely view back to Mt Maunganui from the track (it seems that everywhere we go, there is a view back to the Mount).
The final stop for the day was at McLaren Falls Park – 190 hectares of park land, just 10 minutes’ drive from Tauranga. We arrived just in time to grab a quick coffee (and the most amazing coconut cake) at the Falls Café before they closed and then had some time to walk some of the lovely tracks around the lake admiring the remaining autumn colours in the surrounding trees.
Although I love the organised parts of a group trip and all the things that would be hard to do on my own, I sometimes really dislike the ‘faffing’ that goes along with group travel. I had hoped to join a fun run in the late afternoon and the schedule had plenty of time for it – but all the faffing that went on meant we were back too late for me to do it!! I tend to travel in two modes – organised and on a mission to see as much as I can, or no plan and chill and see where the day takes me. I seem to need something in between for trips like this!
On the way out of the park we stopped for a few minutes at the actual McLearn Falls, just outside the park. The sun was setting already, and it was getting colder so it really was a quick stop this time!
After all the faffing of the day, I decided to miss the ‘fine dining’ dinner and have so time I my own (and save some money) – winning all round lol.
Finally, on Sunday morning I got up the Mt – and all my hill training certainly paid off. I think it was easier than the Bridal Path (my regular Christchurch walk), although the stairs were a bit of a killer as I was not used to them 😂. It was a lovely walk through bush, with the birds waking up and views back down the coast as the sky lightened. Sun rise was precisely on time – 7.09 👍🏻. There were beautiful views from the top back down to Papamoa and on the other side over the mouth to Matakana. It was well worth the early start.
This morning was our second attempt to do one of our planned cycling trails, so we walked back down to the local backpackers to the get bikes. As it turned out we ended up on the same old school bikes we saw the day before 🤦🏻♀️ – 3 gears, back pedal brake – thankfully the route was supposed to be mostly flat, so we decided to go ahead anyway. Finally, after lots more faffing we finally hit the road.
The route started with 5km through Mt Maunganui and over the Harbour bridge and onwards to cycle around the Waikareao Estuary. This was an off road track with some boardwalks that took us through (or should I say over) wetland and mangroves, through bush and along the edge of the estuary.
After a refueling break (ok – coffee and cake) at Sulphur Point, we then took the seafront trail along to Matua. Another lovely, easy track and in the sunshine, I almost worked up a sweat. It really was a beautiful ride and a lovely day all around. We had our sandwich lunch in the park at the end of trail before tackling the ride back to the Mt.
Because I had not done enough exercise for the day (lol) I decided to walk around the Mt when we’d dropped off the bikes. It was another beautiful walk and a different perspective on the surrounding area, just as the sun had started to go down.
After such a busy day, I was definitely ready for a soak in the Mount Hot Salt Water Pools. The hot pools are a bit of an institution in the area since the 1950s when the hot salt water springs were discovered by a water diviner who was trying to find fresh water for the rapidly growing town. The pool development was built in the 60s and has had significant refurbishment since then – it was a great way to end the day as the sun went down.
Monday morning dawned, my last morning at the Mt, and despite the rain forecast it had not started and the sea was so loud – it was clearly calling me, so I headed out for a final beach walk. It was overcast and moody but not cold and still beautiful in its own way. After a quick breakfast, I packed up my bag and we headed off just as the rain started 😬
The plan for the morning was to do some more cycling and we drove through the city and over the Wairoa River Bridge, where we were going to pick up our rented bikes. By this point the rain was coming down – hard!!! The rain radar looked like a big front coming was coming in and it was only going to get worst, so it was decided that we would cancel the bikes.
Plan B was to drive to Omokoroa Point (where we were going to cycle to) and as it was still pouring with rain when we got there, we quickly ran in to the cafe for more coffee and food … lol
After about 45 minutes the rain had cleared up some so went for a walk on part of the track we would have cycled – I must admit the cycling has been fun but I enjoyed the walking so you can take in more of the surroundings and take more photos 👍🏻. And it turned in to a beautiful morning and there were wonderful little things along the walk – a mussel library, a dog library (full of dog toys to borrow), little fairy houses in the tree, swings from trees – all things we would have missed if we had whizzed past on the bikes.
I think I have said this too many times – but it was just beautiful and a great way to finish the trip. Sadly, it was over too soon, and I was back at the airport for my trip home.