The last time we blogged was in Taupo, right now we are in
Rotorua a mere 50 miles away but it has taken us all this time to get here.
I’ll explain how.
Instead of taking the easy option and drive up Highway 1 to
get to Rotorua we opted for the much longer and much more scenic coastal route.
On the night of our bungy day we drove to Hawkes Bay on the Pacific Coast and
spent a couple of days in and around Napier. The region had just had a week of
none stop rain but fortunately for us we brought the sunny weather from Taupo
with us. On one day we wandered around the town’s Art Deco streets, where there
seemed to be more cafes than shops, while on another we simply strolled along
the beach and watched the rather rough waves crash on the shore. Somewhere in
between we visited a honey making centre called Arataaki Honey where we watched
live hives and then got to sample loads of different types of honey, by the end
of it we both had eaten too much honey, felt sick and didn’t want to buy any of
it.
After enjoying Napier and its surrounds we drove northwards
along Hawkes Bay and stopped here and there to see some of the beaches that the
region is known for. On the way we had to skirt around a boulder of
astronomical size that blocked most of the road, which had become dislodged
from the cliff above in all the rain, it was a very odd sight and quite
unnerving. That evening we stayed in a town called Wairoa, about halfway
between Napier and Gisborne. Which strangely we learned on the news that same
night has over 20% of its residents on benefits, New Zealand’s highest claiming
town. I think this was the only interesting thing about the town, and it’s a
stretch to call that interesting. In the morning we drove to Gisborne, ready to
be dazzled by the country’s most easterly town, but after spending a few hours
driving and walking around we left thoroughly unimpressed. But hope was not
lost as we were now about to embark upon a 400km drive around the East Cape
which began with a visit to the longest wharf in NZ at Tolaga Bay, it was huge
(660m to be precise) and jutted straight out into the sea. Built in the 1920’s
it was in constant use for many years but in recent history had fallen into
disrepair and was off limits to any traffic from 1998. In the last few years it
has been made safe again and is now open to foot traffic only. We walked to the
end of it, watched a few people fishing off the end, and walked back again. A
little bit further along the east cape we left the main road and wound our way
down to Anaura Bay, a brilliant flat golden beach, as luck would have it there
was a campground right on the beachfront, although the grass area that made up
the campground was completely saturated from the recent downpours and so we
picked our parking spot very carefully. At the same time a Dutch couple, who we
had briefly met in Napier and again seen on the wharf, were picking their spot
too, when we were all settled they invited us over for a bottle of wine and we
spent the rest of that afternoon and evening eating, drinking and chatting with
Joyce and Edgar, who I’m quite sure had better English than most English people
and we were surprised to hear the words ‘quaint’ and ‘jiffy’ pop up. It was
nice to hear about other people’s travels and experiences and they agreed that
Gisborne was vastly overrated which made us feel better. In the morning, after
a very early but truly spectacular sunrise, we exchanged details and went on
our way, we probably wouldn’t see them again on this trip as they only had 2 weeks
left so were in a bit more of a rush than us.
The further around the East Cape we got the more spectacular
the beaches and scenery got and the sadder and more depressing the towns got. But
we weren’t here to see the towns and before long we found another campsite on
the beach where we stayed all day and swam and fished in the lukewarm sea. That
night we ate dinner next to a monster of a campfire that we created until the
unexpected rain forced us inside, the fire valiantly burned on in spite of the
downpour but after 65mm and several hours of heavy rain it succumbed. It had
stopped by morning however and we awoke to clear skies once again. We continued
and had now left the East Cape and were driving along the Bay of Plenty with a
great view of White Island across the water, NZ’s most active volcano, as we
drove plooms of steam were rising from its centre before being dragged off by
the wind to create wispy clouds. After a night in a great campsite in the
seaside town of Opotiki we drove to a fantastic Department of Conservation
owned beach near a pretty little town called Matata. On the way we passed
through Whakatane, which isn’t at all pronounced how it should be, probably the
nicest town we’ve been to yet. Instead of the uniform American style street
system there was a wiggly high street, the first we’ve seen since England and a
welcome change. The shops were bright and well-kept and the streets were
buzzing with locals and tourists alike. Back at Matata beach we had paid to
camp their the night and wandered into the town where we got a hot steak pie
for lunch and bought some fish bait, half a kilo of smelly oily pilchards that
should do it. It didn’t, and I didn’t get anything, except sunburnt. We loved
this beach, it was long and sandy with plenty of shells to find and a nice calm
sea to swim in. We decided to stay another night and spent the whole next day
reading, writing and drawing on the beach, with the odd trip to get fish and
chips in between. After another peaceful nights kip we made a tough decision to
leave the beach and head back inland to Rotorua, and that is how we got here.
The first thing that strikes you as you near Rotorua is the
smell, it reeks! A cross between rotten eggs and vinegar. A sulphuric stench
that stings your nose and you can taste on your tongue. We knew that we wanted
to enjoy a mud bath and some of the thermal spas while we were here so we
booked at trip to Hell’s Gate at the towns visitor centre, it was an open
ticket so we decided to do it the next day and go for a nice walk somewhere
outside the city as the weather was fine. We drove a little way south of the
city to a Redwood plantation and spent a few hours strolling around the hilly
forest, marvelling at the enormous foreign trees. Later in the day we visited
the Blue and Green Lakes, although to our eyes they seemed to be the same
colour. As the sun began to get low in the sky we found a nice campsite outside
the city but still on the lake, and most importantly away from the awful aroma.
We played table hockey and watched sky tv (a first for some time) while we ate
our meal and drank some wine, a few episodes of Top Gear later we retreated to
our cosy little van where we, as usual, popped open the laptop and watched a
film, before falling asleep safe in the knowledge that tomorrow we would be
immersing ourselves in a gloopy pool of hot mud.
We’ll let you know how it goes.
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Nice picture of Loch Ness, are you sure you're in NZ ?
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