The first two weeks in NZ have been great. The marathon flight was OK, Charlie spent most of the 28 hour's
travel time watching the same episode of 'Gojetters' on constant rotation. When we stopped in
Dubai to refuel and take on more passengers, an Australian woman got on the plane and observed Charlie eating crudités and hummus that Ed had diligently prepared for the journey. She commented "how healthy, that puts the rest of us to shame, that's mother of the year
award stuff, that is!" to which Ed interjected "I think you'll find
it's father of the year!"
However our smug middle class parenting came back
to bite us on the arse when we arrived in Auckland to be fined $400 for
inadvertently trying to smuggle a rogue apple into the country. Katie's sister sagely admonished us that had we been regular watchers of '24 hours in immigration' (or some such programme) we would not have been so lackadaisical about NZ's famously stringent bio security rules. This was the
least auspicious start to our visit and certainly put a downer on our arrival.
We panicked that our taxi wouldn't wait for us as we had been detained so long
at immigration so we rushed out into the arrival hall without checking that the
department for homeland security apple division had returned Katie's passport (which they had not).
This was our next mistake. It's safe to say that our brains were pretty
scrambled through lack of sleep. We headed to Kirsten's in Auckland and after a quick power
nap felt much better and set off to explore our surroundings. We discovered a
lovely beach at St Heliers where we investigated rock pools, sushi and coffee.
The next day we rode the local train to downtown Auckland and spent a delightful day
hanging round the harbor area, we watched seaplanes and all manor of boats,
got our faces painted in Maori warrior style
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Charlie is getting used to pulling faces to ruin/enhance our photos |
(resisting the urge to have the
full facial tattoos) and Charlie played for hours in a vast shallow paddling pool with three
girls he befriended. Then we managed to drag him away with the lure of a tram ride, and sashimi straight from the fish
market
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what the hell is this? |
The next day we had to go back to the airport to retrieve Katie's passport and
pick up our trusty hire car. From there we hightailed it to the Northlands and
our next stop Whangarei. We were staying in an awesome house belonging to our very kind hosts Bill
and Mina high up on a hillside overlooking some stunning mountains and lush
vegetation, but the best thing about it was the outside dining terrace where
you could sit and drink wine late into the evening taking in the view.
Whangarei had two immediately attractive selling points- the marina and the
waterfalls which was where we headed for on the first day (after scoffing down
another helping of sushi- it's the cheapest eating out option and the only
thing that's less expensive here than the UK and we're obviously complete raw
fish fiends so we're making the most of it). The falls were spectacular
and
despite warnings that the water was unsafe to swim in- not due to the 30 meter
drop just downstream but because of all the animal hormones that run into it as
a result of the massive increase in cattle farming in recent years- anyway this
was not putting off the local kids who were throwing themselves in with abandon
from the high branches of the surrounding tree canopy.
The next day we headed up to the Tutukaka Coast to the most beautiful sheltered
almost deserted cove - Matapouri Beach. We built sandcastles, climbed rocks, had a picnic and swam
in the crystal clear water. Unfortunately this was our first full day’s
exposure to the antipodean sun and despite slathering ourselves in factor 50 we
were rather resembling lobsters by the time we returned home.
After that we ventured to Bream Bay where luckily there was more cloud cover. We
saw dolphins swimming just offshore, then Charlie resoundingly refused to try body boarding despite
desperately wanting to have a go. From there we headed on to the Waipu caves
which took us down a 12 mile gravel track - nervous times in a hire car - and
sporting wildly inappropriate footwear we descended into pitch darkness. Once
our eyes adjusted the cave ceiling began to light up like a panoply of stars on
a clear night with all the glowworms. It was worth wading through chilly
subterranean streams in old flip-flops to see. Waipu town was a quaint little
place with a small museum commemorating the Scottish settlers who founded the
region. It also stocked us up with some decent ice cream, ribeye steak and
local (frickin’) merlot to be consumed the next day for Katie’s birthday.
Katie's birthday was spent with a grumpy Charlie
eating ice cream, then he ventured out on a jungle trek with our small seven year
old arachnid enthusiast guide, Ben. This guy was brilliant, as was his whole
family (Dave, Melissa and daughter Mia) who were our neighbours while in
Whangerai. Ben and Mia took Charlie under their wings and off into the bush to
find all manor of creepy crawlies. Charlie was quite emboldened by the presence
of older kids and had a wonderful time scrubbing round learning about the Northlands indigenous bugs. Charlie and Ed disappeared off with Ben and Melissa down a
cave for an hour and came back wet up to the chest.
The next day we caught a boat out to Bay of
Islands, which took us through a hole in the rock in pretty turbulent seas.
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happy face |
The
boat then dropped us at a desert island - Otehei Bay, where we picnicked and
snorkeled and Ed was befriended by a group of rowdy sun-burnt and inebriated
kiwis. We ate fush 'n' chups on the seafront using Charlie as seagull repellent
before heading home. (Charlie is most useful in this respect and shoos them away with a random, but effective war cry of GADGET!!). Bay of Islands was great but we heard what we
should have done was a ruinously expensive boat trip to Poor Knights Island according to professional diver and underwater (ca)mer(a)man Dave. Maybe next time...
The other big excursion in the deep north
was to Cape Reinga the New Zealand equivalent of Jon O’Groats but more so. We
traveled via 90 Mile Beach, (pedantically closer to 90 Kilometer beach) where
Ed and Charlie surfed down the 60 foot dunes and Katie watched nervously from
the bottom. We ate BBQ on the beach at Tapotupotu bay before climbing down to the
lighthouse
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perspective |
to point Charlie in the direction of his beloved London a mere
18,029 km over the ocean thataway.
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distances |
Closer at hand, however, was the meeting
point of the Tasman Sea with the Pacific Ocean where you could see the waves
colliding one body of water noticeably different in colour to the other.
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caught between two seas |
On another one of our day trips to Whangerai Heads we were alarmed to hear a siren
which is either to call the firemen or a tsunami warning. Your clue is whether
there’s just been a massive earthquake, and judging by how laid back the other residents were we decided we probably didn't need to worry too much...this time.
Our last day in Whangerai was spent on the Mimiwhangata
Scenic Reserve – a sort of paradise 8km down a dirt track. Insanely beautiful
and almost entirely deserted, we took a wrong turn for the beach and set off on
a five mile walk around the entire peninsula. We scrambled up and down hills,
over fences and visited a couple of completely deserted beaches. One of them
was sufficiently remote for an American couple, their yacht anchored in the
bay, to drive their outboard over to the beach and check we were OK! It transpired they had sailed from Boston. Ed did
some snorkeling and swam right over a Sting Ray, and with the tragic death of
Steve Irwin in the back of his mind, made a hasty retreat to the beach.
Sadly that was our last day in wonderful Whangerai and we have to say a huge thank you to Bill and Mina who have been
wonderfully kind lending us their house. If they ever sell their the Whangerai
place, we’re buying it!
Then it was back to Auckland to stay with Lois, Dom and
their son Jack. Lois, the sister of a former colleague of Katie's moved with Dom to New
Zealand 9 years ago and they have built the most incredible house on a hillside
outside Auckland. They cooked us a beautiful meal, including some enormous New
Zealand mussels, which Katie loved and vowed to cook herself at some point
soon. We also managed to nip down to the local vineyard https://www.turangacreek.co.nz/index.cfm
for a quick wine tasting and the procurement of a bottle for dinner. They did a
lovely Pinot Gris and a great dessert wine.
The next day we set off on a 10 day tour of
the North Island south of Auckland. First stop was the Coromandel Peninsula,
where we stayed in a ‘bach’ (that’s what people call a holiday home here)
belonging to a friend of Kirsten’s. According to the family photos proudly
displayed on the wall, the owners – originally from Ireland - had six strapping
ginger boys. It’s a shame they didn’t have another one and then they could have
been like that lovely 1950s film Seven
Brides for Seven Brothers (a
childhood favourite of Katie’s) based on the ancient Roman legend the Rape of
Sabine Women. The bit of the Coromandel Peninsula we saw
was quite different to Northland – even hillier with lots of forest and
dramatic beaches. Our favourites were Cathedral Cove – an impressive natural
arch linking two beautiful white sand beaches
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church on a beach |
and Hot Water Beach, which, as
its name suggests, has running hot water thanks to thermals running underneath
the sands that are exposed two hours either side of low tide. We also did a spot
of body boarding on this beach which was very fun indeed, observed by Charlie
who was relaxing in a hot pool like a lord.
From Coromandel we passed the interestingly
named ‘Bugger Café’ and crossed some fairly dull farmland to Raglan, surfer’s
paradise, although thankfully somewhat quieter than its UK equivalent Newquay.
Raglan’s Manu beach apparently has the longest left hand break in the world
(thanks to Kent for this insight). We spent a long time watching expert surfers
ride the waves for in excess of 30 seconds. It was very impressive, the sort of
thing that makes you want to ditch big city life and dedicate your life to
learning to surf. Nearby Ngarunui beach is supposed to be for learners, but
still features some pretty violent waves that can (and in Charlie’s case did) knock
you clean off your feet. This black sand beach is huge at low tide and good for
a barefoot run, especially if you’re trying to justify some great fush ‘n’
chups for dinner.
We've just driven south to
Ohakune and into volcano country (Mount Ruapehu is near the house and alarmingly last erupted in 2007). We intend to fill our days by bike riding along an old train track including 45m high viaduct, taking the chair lifts onto the ski fields and visiting a train museum. Then we're off to Rotorua and all its sulphurous
delights and back to Auckland for a night before flying to the South
Island for ten days and then on to Australia
(see itinerary below).
Here’s our vague itinerary below – if
anyone has any tips, accommodation ideas, fun stuff to see etc. please get in
touch! We are particularly looking for a house sit/ pet sit or plant watering
responsibilities in Melbourne in April and if you have any bright ideas about
that please let us know!
22nd Feb – Queentown. Followed
by Milford Sound and probably the West Coast Glaciers, up to Greymouth and then
across to Christchurch. Alternative route would be via the Mount Cook national
park, which some people say is more stunning…
1st – 3rd March – Christchurch
3rd – 6th March –
Wellington
6th – 18th March –
Sydney and Blue Mountains
18th – 20th March –
drive up to Brisbane
20th – 26th March –
Brisbane
26th – 6th April –
messing around on the Gold Coast and Great Barrier Reef / Whitsundays.
6th April – 26th
April – Melbourne and around.