Author: Rosie

New Zealand – Awakino – Waikawau – Marokopa

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They sure built the guys tough in those days, this tunnel was no mean feat to create!  Out the other side is the the most beautiful  secluded black sand beach imaginable!  It was a King Tide and the water was very high, we couldn’t go down onto the sand for a walk as the sea was already beating up against the cliffs.  As you can see the fisherman were practically fishing in the mouth of the tunnel!  Glorious!

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New Zealand – Marokopa – Waitomo

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It is the only shop in town and sold the essentials, pies, milk and bread. Tables and chairs sit outside the front of this former schoolhouse where alot of the locals seem to gather for an ice cream and a chat.  A cute wee library is attached and the local tennis court with obligatory saggy net is off to the side along with the campground, and, round the corner, is the local….phone box….I think telecom forgot to remove it 12 years ago from this forgotten bastion of near civilisation!

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Coromandel – Here We Come!

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The Operator picked Rosie up from work at 1.00pm in the fully loaded camper and off we went,  destination, The Coromandel Peninsula, uncharted territory for Rosie and the furthest North we have taken the camper.  We had Google map road instructions for the best way to get there and we were not stopping, it was an estimated six hour haul and The Operator was committed!

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Coromandel – Thames, Whitebait Fritters, Driving Creek Railway

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One family had the beach to themselves at ‘fritter bay’, they were having a fritter picnic on the sand.  A lonely tractor pulling a boat trailer was parked waiting for its owner to return after a days fishing, a few cars were coming and going from the fritter shack, other than that this was pretty representative of all of the small bays…there are more beaches here than people. 

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Coromandel – Off The Beaten Track, Colville – Hahei

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It is a tooth rattling drive at an average of 30 km an hour, coming to complete standstills sometimes precariously perched on the side of the road so a car can pass coming the other way.  Plants and bushes on the roadside are a uniform beige colour from the road dust of passing time and travellers.  The sea is a large, vast expanse so still with barely a ripple on the surface reflecting the grey sky.

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