It’s been a fabulous week with family and friends, meeting neighbours and getting tips and hints for future travels. We have also managed to catch up with friends from Sydney into the bargain, with a couple of lunches enjoyed.
Mr A and I have done some more paddling and hiking throughout the last week, making the most of the weather, which has been typical New Zealand (rain-sun-rain-sun!).
We had a great paddle up the nearby Waipapa River, timing it perfectly with the tides helping us in and out on our trip.
Heading off across the glassy bayMr A heading up the riverEnjoying an apple for breakfast in the pouring rainMr & Mrs and the bumper boats
Christmas Day was glorious, with a delicious family dinner and an afternoon walk to work it off.
Christmas cheers around the treeA Tui drinking nectar on the flowersStormy skies over the Kaimai RangeA king tide brings the water up onto the reserve…the low lying house owners would have been nervousRowing boats waiting to take owners out to the sail boats“I saw three ships not sailing by…on Christmas Day in the morning….”
On Boxing Day we caught up with friends in the morning, and spent an afternoon walking in the Kaimai Range, not far from Omokoroa:
Seconds from the car you enter lush forestHeading off down a pathBoardwalks help avoid much of the boggy mud…Not all the streams have bridges though
On Thursday, stepbrother Simon, Sue’s eldest son, came to visit, bringing wine and gifts. A delicious family brunch was followed by a short walk.
A fan-tail chases flies as we walk through the woodsSummer berries in the hedgerowA peaceful paradise along Omokoroa beachA pair of eagle rays entertain us as they hunt in the shallowsNever tire of these views!
Friday saw us heading about an hour’s drive north up to Karangahake Gorge to catch up with friends Sara and Barny who were passing through on their Christmas holiday. After a pub lunch we went for a short walk to some waterfalls, and then a circuit walk through the gorge:
Owharoa Falls – known as bridal-veil falls for their perfect distribution of waterSara, Barny and team Anderson enjoying the refreshing spray from the waterThe roaring Ohinemuri RiverThe path is pretty narrow here – attention required!A beautiful short walk before we farewelled Sara and Barny on their way up the Coromandel
We’ve really enjoyed exploring this area, but will be ready to head off a little further afield next week, packing up our tent (and hopefully no punctured mattresses!) to explore some more.
We hope you had a lovely week, whether you celebrate Christmas or whether you just took the opportunity to spend some quality time with friends and family. Seasons greetings from us both!
Thursday morning reminded us why New Zealand is so lush and green, with the heavens opening as we awoke. Fortunately we were prepared for inclement weather and had planned a day that didn’t require sunshine. It began with a pedicure for me, while Mr A did a little shopping, and then we headed to Mount Manganui.
Driving around this area is a slow process, with one main road heading down the coast and an ever increasing population as people move out of Auckland to the coast. We’re getting used to Google Maps telling us there is a ‘6-15 minute delay’ on every route we take!
We enjoyed lunch in Mount Manganui, one of the more civilised areas nearby, with a choice of shops and eateries. It’s one of the ports cruise ships call into when travelling down the coast. It’s such a shame more has not been made of the waterways in terms of public transport – we’d love to just jump on a passenger ferry across from Omokoroa to here, but no, the only access is via road.
The rain disappeared once we returned back to dad’s and we headed back down to the bay for a walk. Sorry if we are repeating ourselves photographically but the scenery is so lovely!
Late afternoon sunshine – this is around 5pmSacred kingfisher not hanging around for a photoRing-necked doves like hunting for snacks on the white sandWalking across the golf course wetlandsWalking across the golf course wetlands
We finished off the day with a dinner of delicious New Zealand green-lipped mussels, always a favourite when we visit these parts, and well worth the effort of cleaning and scraping.
Mr A on debearding and cleaning duties
Friday was another showery day, but Mr A and I were determined to head off into the Kaimai-Mamaku Forest Park for a decent walk.
We had only walked 50 metres and we found the sign we didn’t want to see ‘Track Closed’!
Oh no! Track closed!
Fortunately we knew this particular walk was a circuit, so we thought we would attempt a return hike from the other end – into the Waitawheta Valley and up to Waitawheta Gorge.
We started off through picturesque farmlandExpecting Gandalf to appear around the corner at any moment!
The path wound its way through farmland, bordered by a beautiful babbling river which we followed the whole way. We climbed over styles and through gates, the experience feeling very English!
A waterfall plunges out of the side of the gorge, crossing our path
As we entered the forest park the scenery changed, with lush tree ferns, red and silver beech, kamahi and kauri trees.
Mr A admires the views from alongside the Waitawheta RiverMrs A heads off along the trackThe rain draws in, increasing the water flow and the overall atmosphere in the gorge.
The Waitawheta River was ever our companion, tumbling over rocks and carving its way through the gorge. We followed the route via which early settlers transported the Kauri tree wood, chopping down magnificent giant trees, often over 2000 years old, and shipping them around the world for building.
We crossed the river several times via swing bridges, evidence of the logging history visible in the rusty rail tracks and old struts from former bridges. A replica of a bogie, a rolling contraption which ran on tracks to carry tree trunks, helped demonstrate the area’s historic past.
Beautiful colours in the ferns alongside the track, glistening in the rainPath or stream?One of the most visually rewarding walks we have done
At 10km but predominantly flat walking, this was not a challenging hike, but it was definitely picturesque, and the wet weather only added to the atmospheric ambience. Highly recommended if you’re in this area.
Saturday: Three days before Christmas, we were determined to not head out in the car today, assuming the roads would be even busier than usual. Instead we took off on the short 5km circuit walk from the bottom of dad and Sue’s garden.
Mr A strolling around the headland…can you spot the photobombing Tui?
It’s just ridiculously pretty, this friendly local community all pooling together to take care of the pathways, raising money for new steps down to the water after storms destroyed old ones, and one lady telling us we were sat on a bench her husband had constructed ‘just to hide an eyesore there’! No eyesores on our walk…just gorgeous views.
Views upon views…Parkland or walk?How many blues can we see?.And hardly a soul on the whole walk…just serenity…
We had lunch at a waterside cafe mid way around, before returning to dad’s for a relaxing afternoon. What a little slice of paradise this is!
It was time to head for the hills. After a few days of indolent pottering around the coast, we packed up the camping gear and set off for an overnight trip up to a small park we had briefly visited once before, but in the poring rain.
We had booked sunshine and shine it did. A glorious day to be outside smelling that distinctive aroma of fresh grass that NZ has. The park is only a short drive from the city of Tauranga (Bay of Plenty on the North Island), so makes an easy getaway for families at weekends… which is why we chose a Tuesday!
A site of our own…Lakeside views, a picnic table, gas BBQ and a private toilet…what more could we want?Plenty of black swans here Tuis enjoying the nectar
We had one of the three camping areas all to ourselves and soon had the little hike tent up, mattresses inflated, and a brew on.
It was time to have a poke about. The plan was to have paddled up the lake to see the famous glow worms, but the howling wind put that idea to bed and we set off for a tramp, as they call it here.
…The Kiwis also call pens ‘pins’…but that’s another story.
Following the lakeside walkHiking up the Sunrise Track Foxgloves flowing in the shade, reminding us of English walks
Glorious views assailed our eyeballs from every direction. Catherine always says it looms like a child’s drawing of the countryside, with perfectly rounded hills and cows posing in just the right spots.
Ridiculously green countrysideThe view from Pine Tree Knoll Lookout
We spotted a brood of Canada geese goslings – clearly mum and dad hadn’t read the fauna manual for their breed which prescribes no more than 9 chicks. They had a long line of 17! They had clearly been busy little geese.
Successful goose family
The wind continued and made cooking dinner on our little stove quite interesting. But we triumphed and Mrs A again managed to turn dinner into a sumptuous feast of chicken saté and fresh veggies with quinoa nestling in a bed of brown and black rice. Flipping lovely.
One burner dinner is served!
It was soon time to snuggle down for the night. Remember the part about the mattresses being blown up? So now mine wasn’t and clearly had sprung a leak on one of my bikepacking trips and I was so dog tired I hadn’t noticed. Well I did certainly notice this night, let me tell you. Despite having more padding than I used to, it was a crap night’s sleep!
Wednesday: Ah well…a breakfast of beans and mushies livened me up and we packed away our camp and headed out to see the falls themselves. We couldnt help visualising our friend David, who grew up locally on a farm, poised on the rocks with his brothers all daring each other to jump.
The picturesque fallsIn a week’s time, these will be full of families playing!
A short drive back to Omokoroa and an afternoon granddad nap seemed appropriate.
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Even the visiting godwits thought it was a good time for a nap…!
Saturday: Another spectacular morning welcomed us, the water glistening just metres from the end of the garden. Of course this meant we were again tempted out for a paddle. This time we packed up our boats into backpacks and walked across to the other side of the peninsular to launch. As we reached the other side we noticed the sky darkening, and a quick look at the weather radar showed a major storm heading our way.
Heading up the hill – colour coordinated shoes and backpack!
We decided the water might not be the best place to be if this hit, and changed our plans to a hike, following the coastal path around Omokoroa’s headland. That’s the great thing about these boats you can carry – they’re so light that it doesn’t really matter if your plans change, it was not too arduous to take them with us.
Mr A heads off along the coastal pathwayStunning views with the tide out in the early morning lightMore lovely views, looking out to Motohua Island
We tracked around a beautiful walkway, following steps and grassy pathways, all the way around and back to home – around 7km all up. The storm didn’t eventuate fortunately, instead changing direction and heading out to sea.
Mr A pausing to enjoy the view up a steep stairway
Sunday afternoon we decided to attempt the backpack-paddle adventure again, with dad and Sue joining us to walk over to Cooney Reserve, where we inflated the boats on a white sand beach and launched off.
Mark heading off from the shoreWinding through the yachtsSpot Mount Manganui in the background
The water was shallow and so warm – easily around 30 degrees centigrade – and the local children were having a great time playing in the water and jumping off the wharves.
Sparkling clear warm waters
The Kokopelli boats are so easy to paddle, more so even than our last packrafts – they’re slightly narrower so not quite so susceptible to the breeze on flat water. As we rounded the headland the nor-easterly was quite brisk, but we made it around without too much effort.
Having so much fun in our little boats. Behind us the little bay 100 metres from dad and Sue’s back fence.
This is such a picturesque time of year to visit New Zealand. The Pohutukawa trees (known as the native Christmas tree) are all in bloom, filled with nectar loving birds such as the native Tui and the introduced rosellas. Ever swooping in front of us were a pair of sacred kingfishers, entertaining us with their antics as they caught little fish in the shallows. Apparently kingfish and snapper are common around here.
Picturesque Bay of PlentyFlowering Pohutukawa treesMr A entranced by the Sacred Kingfishers
Our day concluded with drinks and nibbles, as is the civilised way!
A glass of red to finish the day before dinner
Monday dawned and Mr A and I attempted some shopping in Tauranga. The town is looking a little scruffy and sad, with most of the bigger shops having moved out of the town to a big estate. We managed to get a few bits and pieces for our upcoming camping trips, then returned to Omokoroa for the afternoon.
Looking down the side of dad and Sue’s house towards the harbour
Dad and Sue spent their afternoon in the garden, making their already stunning display even prettier with pruning, feeding and mowing. It is definitely a hobby which displays its rewards. It is hard to believe they have only been moved in since the beginning of May this year, the garden at that stage being more of a building site. Many of these plants started off as little cuttings brought from their old home or gifts from friends and neighbours. It looks amazing today, with much potential ahead too.
Dad hard at work in the gardenSome of the beautiful flowers in the garden
Mr A and I decided to walk down to the harbour and explore the bay on foot, picking our way along the beach alongside the golf course.
More native Christmas trees flower along the sandy beachLooking out towards the Kaimai range
There’s plenty of bird life here – with literally hundreds of black swans in the bay, white faced herons, flocks of bar-tailed godwits (flown here all the way from Alaska, over 11,000km away) and red-legged pied stilts. All this is surrounded by the stunning Kaimai ranges, making for a very unique location.
Pied stilts circling us to check how frightening we are
We sat a while on the edge of the water, watching the birds circle around nervously before deciding we weren’t too big of a threat and settling a short way away on the sand.
A rather grand house alongside the bay…we’d love to learn its story…
What a very special place this is.
The sun setting over the reserve, golf course and bay.
Location: Sydney, Australia, Auckland & Omokoroa, New Zealand
We said goodbye to Sydney in traditional fashion with lots of lovely catch ups with friends who we won’t see for a while. Breakfast at The Boathouse in La Peruse reminded us of how little of Sydney we really know. What an awesome spot, and a very lardy breakfast helped blow away the cobwebs from the night before.
Then in the evening it was a home cooked curry from friends Aisha and Clive. I won’t attempt to describe how Pakistani food is different to Indian, all I know is the former has now found an equally tasty place in our culinary heart as the latter! Yummy..who knew something called ‘balls of happiness’ would be so tasty…?
Aisha and Clive’s fabulous view from their balconyThe sparkling city views at night
Then it was time to say goodbye to Miss Tasmania and drop her off with her Christmas hosts, Rosemary and Richard. Another fab meal appeared and was tackled with gusto. We are so lucky to have friends who we know will love her staying and exploiting their warm laps during the festive season.
Princess Tasmania enjoying the sunshine before we whisked her off to Hornsby
Finally the day we had long prepared for arrived, and we were off to the airport. We wanted to do a long trip to New Zealand, managing three weeks on a couple of occasions just left us hungry for more. So this will be a six week extravaganza, thanks to the generous hosting from Catherine’s dad Richard and his wife Sue.
After a laborious check in and truly awful food on the plane, a decision was made that LATAM airlines wont be on our Christmas list! Very ordinary…but we arrived in one piece and our 60kg of checked luggage (containing inflatable packrafts, camping gear and the many types of clothes suitable for the land of the long white cloud) didn’t carry on to Santiago, so that was a bonus.
We arrived at Sue and Richard’s house full of curiosity to see how it looked, since the last time we saw it was in the construction phase. Wow….what a home. Just check out the location, the views, the garden. I think we will manage here!
Looking up at their house from the reserveRichard and Sue enjoying their viewCustomary cheese and wine nibbles before dinnerDusk falls across the reserve and neighbouring golf course with magnificent skies
It was up bright and early to try out our new packrafts. A short stroll across the reserve at the end of the garden and then across the tidal flats and we were on our way. This was their first time in the water, but all went well and we think we will get a lot of good use from these lightweight (less than 2kg each) that pack up into a day pack.
Looking back towards the reserve and where Richard and Sue live (and our new boats!)Pulling away from the Omokoroa headland, the island behind CatherineKing tides have sculpted a new coastline here (including dismantling some cliff edge properties)Pied Cormorants taking off at the sight of us
We headed out hugging the shore and immediately fell back in love with the Bay of Plenty. The scenery is just so magnificent, with all the winding waterways framed by the Kinea Mountains. The vegetation is so lush, the air so fresh…and no flies! The bird life was prolific, and we just pootled along, as you do in a packraft on flat water (they are not a fast boat in these conditions). But we weren’t in a rush and just loved drinking in the beauty of this place. We consider making a dash across the open water to Matacama Island, but with no life jackets and little idea of the current played it safe and headed back to our launch point.
We were invited over to a Christmas party at the neighbours’ house and watched a massive electrical storm play out over the bay. Just as we headed back to Richard and Sue’s house, the heavens opened, and I mean opened! This was an incredible downpour, locals saying they had never seen anything like it in their lifetime. I think that phrase is going to be used a lot as our weather patterns continue to change. We have seen our fair share of rain on our trips here, but this was extreme.
Anyway, we are prepared with all the gear and (in my case a least)…no idea :).
Onwards to our next phase of adventures down under!
