It’s 10pm on a warm Wednesday evening in Auckland. I’m
sitting on the bed in my hotel room, mildly frustrated because I can’t figure
out how to get Sky TV working on the hotel room TV, but reflecting on an
amazing few days.
I have been tiki-touring around the Far North delivering
some safety training that I wrote for a client. I flew up from Rotorua-Auckland
on Monday, and met up with my client contact (who is lovely), and we flew up to
Whangarei together. We delivered the training in Whangarei on Tuesday, then
drove up to Kaitaia via Kerikeri, delivered in Kaitaia today and flew back to
Auckland tonight. We’ll deliver tomorrow here, then fly home afterwards.
I am in awe of the beauty of the Far North. This is my first
time going up that way. I quite liked the look of Whangarei, but I completely
loved the views leading out of there, and Kerikeri is stunning. We stopped
there for a quick snack by the Stone Store at a place called Pear Tree Café (gorgeous garlic prawns, highly recommended!),
and then had fish’n’chips at Mangonui in the Bay of Islands. In fact, this was
more like a fish’n’chip café than a traditional Kiwi fish’n’chip shop. This was
not your ordinary fish’n’chips though: oh no. This was freshly-caught hapuka steaks
in a light fresh batter, with big chunky chips that were crunchy on the outside
and mealy in the middle. The shop looks as though it’s built on an old pier, so
we were eating over the water, looking out over the Bay of Islands. At sunset. Completely
stunning. We saw a huge stingray swim past us in a leisurely fashion, as we
were finishing dinner.
The late evening light catching all the boats in the bay, and
the island just across from the fish’n’chip shop (which apparently is covered
with pohutukawa to such an extent that in summer it turns totally crimson) with
its little cliffs and shores shimmering in the sunset was a sight I will never
forget. The route there is gorgeous, passing a mixture of landscapes ranging
from plantation forest, patches of podocarp forest (the main kauri forests are
on the other side of Northland), mangrove swamps, ferns, mosses, farms, and
beaches that just seem to go on and on, stretching golden in the sunshine.
Okay, my prose is getting a little purple, but it was so lovely that I almost
had to pinch myself to convince myself it was real. The little towns we passed through
all had lovely old old buildings, and I, even I, have now actually seen the
Stone Store at Kerikeri, and the Waitangi flagpole across the water. We couldn’t
go into Russell because we were really on our way from one work area to
another, but I know where it leaves from now. And I spotted the sign to the
Hundertwasser toilets, although we didn’t go down that route (which is a
shame).
Kaitaia itself is pretty, in an understated, small-town way.
I liked it: it reminded me a bit of Greytown in the Wairarapa. I would have
liked more time to explore it! And I would have loved the chance to go to Cape Reinga, but it’s several hours out of Kaitaia and we had to catch our flight
back to Auckland. Coming back to Auckland was a bit like coming awake after
dreaming in golden prose for three days.
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