What a nice surprise on waking – the radio carried Australia's own 'Macka' (our Sunday morning favourite in that country), broadcast from the Sydney Olympics!
After that good start, we cycled the 21 km north to Cape Reinga lighthouse, taking 2 long hours. Not only did the pebble-strewn unsurfaced road climb steeply in parts, but we had to stop regularly to let coaches and cars pass, and to put our jackets on and off as showers overtook us. The buses had names like 'Awesome Adventure', 'Sand Safari' and 'Cape Runner' - and no time to lose.
The woods gave way to open pasture, then glimpses of white silica sands on the east coast and finally the sand dunes to the west and the sound of the pounding sea. After a final climb to the car park and a 10-minute walk to the lighthouse, we had our picnic, watched by small seagulls with vivid red legs, beaks and eye-rings. NZ's most northerly shop and post office are obviously seasonal, but the toilets were open.
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went on to Tapotupoto Bay, east of Cape Reinga, where there's a very simple campsite. We were more than pleased to have reached the point where the Tasman Sea meets the Pacific Ocean, 'Te Rerenga Wairua' (the Place of Leaping), a sacred Maori site from which the spirits of those recently deceased depart.
Our return ride was quicker, the road being quieter and marginally less steep, though we were delayed by a mob of bullocks. We passed the turning for Te Paki Stream and Sand Dunes, where most of the buses turn down to '90 Mile Beach' to play on the sands.
It was warm and sunny by the time we got back to Waitiki before 5 pm, with heavy snow reported from South Island! We celebrated our short but tough ride to almost-the-most-northerly point of NZ with a good meal of fish & chips. (The nearby North Cape takes the honour from Cape Reinga, but it has no access road.)
25 September 2000 Pukenui – Pukenui Holiday Camp 50 km
On the road heading south at 9 am it began to rain. By 9.15 am there was a steady downpour with lashings of hail! We brewed up in a tiny bus shelter half way to Pukenui, then rode on, splashed by passing log trucks and the oncoming trip buses.
By Pukenui the rain had eased but a cold westerly got up, chilling us through. We checked into a 'tourist flat' (a musty hut) at the Holiday Camp and gradually dried everything out (including our precious notebook).
The Olympic Games are still on TV round the clock – Cathy Freeman won her gold medal in the 400 m.
26 September 2000 Kaitaia – Kauri Lodge Motel 45 km
No more rain but still a strong cold side wind from the west, for the easier half of the return ride to Kaitaia, with gentler hills and more trees.
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by and, with time in hand, we had another break at the 'Ancient Kauri Kingdom', 8 km before Kaitaia. It had nice toilets and beautiful furniture to stroke.
Back at the Kauri Lodge Motel, we were welcomed like old friends, with fresh-baked scones from Mrs McPhee. A nice 'unit' (en-suite room and kitchen) cost NZ$ 60 (20 pounds) – only NZ$ 5 more than we'd paid for last night's hut (without linen).
A peaceful afternoon, washing, drying and sorting our gear. In the free laundry/library, we looked with pleasure at a Time-Life World Library volume on Australia and NZ published in 1965, with interesting text and nostalgic black & white photos.
27 September 2000 Kaitaia – Kauri Lodge Motel
Enjoying a rest day in Kaitaia, we wrote and posted some cards, recharged our mobile phone (for free) at the Vodafone shop and bought more than enough food at the huge Pak'n'Save store.
The Minolta camera is not working properly, despite a new battery, so we treated ourselves to a replacement Pentax compact model at a good price (just under NZ$ 300). We also ordered 2 Continental Top Touring tyres from 'Penny Farthing Cycles' in Auckland, to be collected as we head south, since our favourite Schwalbe tyres are unobtainable here.
The TV news told of a Greek ferry disaster off the island of Paros, where the boat hit a rock and sank. Over 60 were drowned, including one of the coastguards involved in the rescue.
28 September 2000 Whangaroa Harbour – Whangaroa Motor Camp 81 km
We said goodbye to Mr McPhee, our host at Kauri Lodge, who has just bought an old Japanese bus to convert into a motorhome (hoping to retire in 2 years' time). Then it was north to Awanui and east (into the wind) to Taipa, for a beach-side brew-up.
The road from there ran south-east along the shore of Doubtless Bay, though it wasn't flat. (It was named after Captain Cook's log entry: 'Doubtless … a bay'). Along Cooper's Beach (where the McPhee's told us a pair of Swiss cyclists stopped and bought a house), there were plenty of 'lifestyle blocks and houses' for sale. 'Lifestyle' is a very popular NZ expression – and it looks good.
After a picnic lunch in a lovely rest area overlooking the Bay, we dropped down to Mangonui for a short detour to see the picturesque fishing village and historic wooden houses (that is, anything up to 100 years old!) Then the road turned inland over more hills until we reached the turn-off for Whangaroa Harbour: 6 km.
Half way along we checked out the Motor Camp, which looked deserted until we met Dave Lyttle – a bit of a joker! He showed us a simple room with kitchen – the best he had – and threw in free bed linen. The lovely trees round the camp included the Pohutakawa (the NZ Christmas tree), whose red flowers bloom before the leaves uncurl.
Revived by a pot of tea, we left our stuff and rode on to look at the harbour. It's on a beautiful bay hemmed in by steep wooded cliffs, with a little store in an 1830's wooden warehouse. The scene was only spoilt by a yuppy yachties' marina and the Big Gamefish Club – a centre for catching and weighing Marlin.
29 September 2000 Russell (Bay of Islands) – Russell Holiday Park 63 km
Returning to the SH10 (Twin Coast Discovery Highway), we rode south through Kaeo. There was more climbing, with the north-west wind sometimes behind us and forest views to our right.
At Waipapa we took a detour loop to Kerikeri, which claims to be 'the cradle of the nation' - where missionaries were welcomed by Maori in 1819. On the way, in Rewa village, we passed Kemp House (1821: NZ's oldest wooden house) and Stone House (1836: NZ' oldest stone house), as well as a steam-operated sawmill. Kerikeri itself, however, was charmless and we rode on, past citrus orchards whose sweet blossom filled the air. The kiwi-fruit harvest is over, but avocadoes and citrus are abundant.
Rejoining SH10, we lunched at a café/pie shop in Puketona, then turned off, past Waitangi (famed for its 1840 Treaty with Maori chiefs), to reach the coast at Paihia.
Paihia is the main tourist resort on the Bay of Islands (144 of them!) and we went straight onto the little passenger ferry for a 10-minute crossing to Russell – not an island, but the tip of a peninsula opposite. The sea being pretty rough, the 'Waimarie' took 15 minutes to carry her German captain, 5 passengers and 2 bicycles across. We paid NZ$ 4 each and the bikes went free, lashed on deck, with the panniers inside to keep dry!
The tiny former whaling port of Russell was the earliest capital of NZ, with fine wooden buildings along the waterfront. We took a self-contained cabin for 2 nights at the 'Top Ten' group's Holiday Park, 10 minutes' walk from the harbour, set high on the hillside with a good view across the water to Paihia.
Settling in, we watched more Olympics on the TV.
30 September 2000 Russell (Bay of Islands) – Russell Holiday Park 8 km
A showery day, less windy – ideal for catching up on maintenance. Barry cleaned the bikes and put the spare tyre on his front wheel, as its Schwalbe tyre wall is starting to break up. Margaret did the laundry, shopped at the 'Four Square' supermarket near the harbour and made an apple crumble!
For a view of the Bay of Islands, we climbed Flagstaff Hill, where the rebel Maori chief Hone Heke felled 4 British flagstaffs in succession. This caused the British to evacuate to their ships and fire cannons on the town. The captain of HMS Hazard was killed, along with some of his crew, and there is a grave with a poem about the events in Russell churchyard. A climb past the Holiday Park, up Long Beach Road and Queen's View Road, provided more views of the Bay.
We also cycled round 'Romantic Russell', once the Maori village of Kororareka. It became a base for whalers and sealers (known as the 'Hell Hole of the Pacific') and the white wooden church built by missionaries in 1835 is the oldest in NZ. By 1840 Russell had become the largest European settlement in the country, until it was ransacked by chief Hone Heke in 1845.
We visited Christ Church and saw the bullet holes in the walls and the interesting graves. These include the large grave of chief Tamati Waaka Nene, who encouraged Maori to accept the Treaty of Waitangi, signed in 1840.
Other historic buildings in Russell are NZ's oldest Roman Catholic site (Pompallier, originally a seamen's mission built in 1842), and the country's oldest printing house and tannery. The present Duke of Marlborough Hotel is on the site of the one granted NZ's first Liquor Licence in 1840 (burnt down, along with most of the town, in 1845).
We remembered to put our clocks forward one hour tonight for 'Daylight Saving', or 'Summer Time' as it's known in Britain (though not in October!)
1 October 2000 Oakura – Oakura Motel/Caravan Park 44 km
Our ride began quietly on the Old Russell Road, past the turning for Opua and the car ferry (for traffic in a hurry to reach the SH1).
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rt cut through the Ngaiotonga Scenic Reserve (with Kauri Grove Nature Walk), which saved 10 km over taking the coast road. However, it did involve a 9-km twisting climb and descent on a gravel road, through a dense forest of ancient twin-bole Kauri and huge fern trees. Mist and light rain shrouded the woods and we made coffee in the middle, in a fine drizzle, before emerging into the daylight, with sea views and rolling volcanic hills.
After 40 km we turned down to the coast at Oakura Bay, a small Maori community, with 2 campsites for fishing and scuba diving. Stopping here for lunch, we decided to take a cabin and shelter from the wet afternoon. Luckily, it had a TV for tonight's amazing Olympic Closing Ceremony, starting at 10 pm NZ-time. The musical finale was Slim Dusty (now aged 80) giving a rendition of 'Waltzing Matilda' (we've heard better). A firework display illuminated the city and spread over the harbour bridge. The next Olympics will be in Athens, with Sydney a hard act to follow.
2 October 2000 Whangarei – Otaika Motel/Caravan Park 55 km
The news is of rain and more rain! Wellington had 750 mm (25 inches) in 3 days and we are having our share.
The first 24 km involved a steep climb over to the SH1, where we had a good lunch of sausage, egg and chips in a café at the road junction. Then we rode in much busier traffic on the highway, through Hikurangi and Kamo to Whangarei, Northland's largest city (population 45,000).
Whangarei proved to be a friendly working-class town with a good cycle shop, where we finally found new toe-clips for Barry and a spare tyre (only one in our size). At the outdoors shop, we bought a new compass and a set of waterproof bags (sold for kayaking) to line our rear panniers – just what we need today!
We took comfort in a coffee & cakes place, shopped for food, then continued on SH1, stopping a couple of miles out of town at the second caravan park, which had a nice warm dry 'tourist flat'.
On this day in 1839 a Scotsman, Kirkpatrick McWilliam, invented the bicycle. Could be a highland ancestor (the Williamsons originate in the Shetlands)!
3 October 2000 Mangawhai – Mangawhai Village Holiday Park 66 km
Dry at last, with a back wind, low hills and a broad shoulder – the dreaded SH1 for 32 km to Waipu (with a coffee break at a petrol station) could have been worse! Reaching Waipu safely, we turned off to the coast on the quieter 'Tourist Route'. Waipu was first settled by Caledonians from Nova Scotia and still has annual Highland Games!
After a picnic on the beach at Waipu Cove, we continued past Langs Beach, climbed over a headland (the seaward end of a long distance footpath to Brynderwyn), and dropped to Mangawhai Heads, a beach estuary with seabirds and a view of the Hen & Chickens Islands. Here we had another brew-up before the final low climb to Mangawhai, a quiet pleasant village where we found another 'tourist flat' on a campsite.
M got the laundry washed and dried, while B put the new tyre on his rear wheel and gave the bikes a quick service. Hot meat pies from a nearby shop made a good supper.
4 October 2000 Parakai, Nr Helensville – Mineral Park Motel 89 km
A long day, made harder especially at the end by a strong west wind.
The first 24 km was quiet until we met the SH1 at Te Hana and followed it for 8 busy km to Wellsford. The bakery café (next to McDonalds) made a good break for coffee and date scones.
Then we retraced our outward route on the Kaipara Coast Highway to Helensville. It was very hilly, with gusts of side wind over Cleaseby Hill. After a picnic lunch at Tauhoa, we wearied of constantly dropping to sea level to cross rivers, only to climb again. Luckily the wind was behind us for the last steep climb to Kaipara Lookout, before Kaukapakapa village. Although the last 16 km, through Helensville and on to Parakai, were flat, we were down to 12 km per hour, pushing against the wind.
Back in Room 1 at the Mineral Park Motel, we enjoyed the thermal spa pool again, bathing under the moon and stars, cooled by an occasional rain shower. Magic!
5 October 2000 Auckland – Tudor Court Motor Lodge 57 km
Riding south on the busy road, with a good shoulder most of the way, we were still pushing into a strong wind. It got easier as we turned east through Kumeu before going south again to Waitakere.
We lunched in a KFC, then followed the North Western Cycle Route through Massey and into Auckland along Ponsonby Road. After tea and cakes on Karangahape Road, we stopped at the last (most modest) of a line of motels along the Great South Road. The room had a bath but no kitchen, just a kettle.
6 October 2000 Auckland – Tudor Court Motor Lodge
A rest day, reading the complimentary 'NZ Herald' and planning our route south. Phoned Penny Farthing Cycles but our spare tyres had not come.
We walked as far as the local shops on Broadway: Woolworths supermarket and a fast food meal. There was a Pack'n'Pedal cycle shop, which provided 2 new chains and another map, though again no tyres in our size (700 x 32c are rare here).
Watching evening TV, now the Olympics are over, was like being back in the UK: 'The Bill' and 'Last of the Summer Wine'. Also a tribute to Dusty Springfield, who died of breast cancer last year. The international news was serious: revolution in Yugoslavia and renewed fighting in Israel/Gaza/Palestine. Feels a very long way.
7 October 2000 Orere Point – 'Top Ten' Holiday Park 64 km
Riding down the Great South Road, the traffic was relatively light on this Saturday morning. We just made the 10.30 am deadline for McDonald's morning coffee and pancakes at Otahuhu! Then we turned east past Manukau City to the Pacific Coast Road, through the usual scenery of rolling hills, woods, sheep and cows.
Clevedon's 'Historic Site' by the river was a quiet place for a picnic lunch - once a busy wharf with regular boats to Auckland. The information board told of early European settlers like the McBride family, who arrived here by boat in 1854. Now the river is silted up and very narrow.
Continuing along the shore of Kawakawa Bay, a small resort with one motel, we had a brew-up by the water: very quiet, with more seagulls than bathers. Then there was one long climb to 170 m (600 ft), helped by the prevailing westerly. Dropping back to sea level, we turned off left to Orere Point, 3 km from the main road.
Here by the beach is another Top Ten Holiday Park , with a store and take-away at the entrance. We took a simple cabin (no TV or bathroom), but it had a kitchen and 2 bedrooms, sleeping 8!
We got excellent fish & chips for NZ$ 3 each and spent the evening reading this morning's 'NZ Herald' from the motel. Heavy rain overnight.
8 October 2000 Thames – Dickson Holiday Park (Kiwi Group) 72 km
Sunday morning and we awoke to a difficult choice on our shortwave radio's World Service: Alistair Cook's 'Letter from America' or Macca's 'Australia All Over', (vintage Macca, talking to a traveller in the Black Forest about whether they could make Kuckaburra clocks!)
Back on the road, after a short climb and a few gentle hills, the going was level with an easy wind, round the Firth of Thames. With a background of mud flats, shore birds, mangroves and fishermen, we rode through Kaiaua (where we made coffee by the beach), Miranda (a spa with hot springs and expensive accommodation) and Waitakarum. The flat Hauraki Plain, once a swamp, has been drained with ditches and canals to make pasture for sheep and cattle.
In its gold-mining heyday (around 1867), Thames town was bigger than Auckland, grown rich on gold and Kauri logging. This is no ghost town, its long main street (Pollen St) lined with fine 19thC wooden houses and pubs, all quiet and closed on this Sunday afternoon.
We stayed in a cabin at the 'Kiwi Group' Holiday Park (campsite), 3 km beyond the town, which had a Butterfly House (closed). Kiwi Group give10% discount to members, as well as to those with an Australian 'Top Tourist' group card (which we already had).
Margaret rang her Mum at 10 pm (10 am in England) and we watched the film 'Good Will Hunting' on TV.
9 October 2000 Coromandel - Holiday Park 52 km
The road hugged the coast for the first 32 km, very quiet on a grey overcast day, with wind but no rain. We made coffee in the shelter of a wooded bank before the steep climb to Kerita Hill (206 m). After dropping to sea level again at Manaia Harbour (more mudflats, mangroves and seabirds), there was another climb to 160 m.
The final 8 km to Coromandel were level again and we managed to overtake and talk with 2 cycle-tourists: brothers from Australia, who had camped on our site last night. It's their third visit to ride in NZ, this time for 8 weeks.
The pleasant little town is named after HMS Coromandel, which came to collect Kauri logs for naval ship-building in 1820. (It's also the name of the Indian coast around Madras.) We found another Pack'n'Pedal cycle shop - still no spare tyres, but the owner supplied a second-hand cogwheel for Barry's derailleur free of charge!
At the Holiday Park we took a cabin, resembling a wardrobe crossed with a caravan, on a nice site with free oranges to pick. Margaret did the laundry and wrote post cards while Barry fitted the new cycle chains.
10 October 2000 Hahei - Holiday Park 68 km
A hard day's ride with plenty of climbing, some of it on gravel.
Our road SH25 went into a climb almost at once, from sea level to 340 m, with at least 10 km unsurfaced. Road works along the first 3 km of gravel meant that big trucks were lumbering down loaded with rubble, then dashing back uphill empty, occasionally forcing us to stop. Margaret gave up and walked most of this. The reward was the view from the top, looking down at the sea on both sides of the Coromandel Peninsula. Here we met a pair of cyclists from Napier, on their way to Coromandel, and we were all happy to pause and compare routes.
After that it was rolling country, with a picnic on a hillside. From Matarangi, where the seaside had been taken over by real-estate agents, we took a detour on Bluff Road (gravel again) round a headland to Kuaotuna Bay. After a brew-up by the shore, we faced the last climb (140 m), then rejoined SH25 to Whitianga.
The cycle shop in Whitianga had closed down, but we bought food before taking a short ferry ride (NZ$ 3) across to Cooks Beach. Here the eponymous Captain James anchored the 'Endeavour' to watch the planet Mercury eclipse the sun, so we have Mercury Bay overlooked by Shakespeare Cliff lookout.
It was now 5.30 pm, with no time to linger as we had another hour's ride to the next accommodation. Hahei was a 5 km detour, between Cathedral Cove and an ancient 'pa' site, in the lee of Mahurangi Island. (A 'pa' is a Maori hill-top fort.) The Hahei Holiday Park's 'comfort cabin' was not worth the NZ$ 70 charged, but it was comfortable enough and we were given some fresh milk when we complained!
As usual, we slept like logs through the gathering rain.
11 October 2000 Hahei - Holiday Park
Didn't intend staying a second night, but it poured down all day. It was too wet and windy even to consider the walk to Cathedral Cove or to the terraced hill at Te Pare Point (the Maori 'pa' visible from our streaming window). We just ventured along the beach to Hahei village store.
The rest of the day passed with reading, laundry and mending (including a bike light). There was also a TV, showing 'Fawlty Towers', 'Ally McBeale' and Lenny Henry in 'Chef'. We switched off for the soaps ('Emmerdale', 'Coro' and 'Casualty'), not to mention 'Teletubbies'!
12 October 2000 Hot Water Beach – Motor Camp 10 km
As the rain had ceased, we bravely set out into the strong south-west wind, soon turning off for the famous Hot Water Beach. Just as we reached the car park and motor camp, it gusted over and began to pour again.
At the motor camp we had a choice: a very basic on-site caravan for NZ$ 35 or a house sleeping 6 for NZ$ 90 (or our emergency tent). We took the very welcome shelter of the caravan! It's a lovely setting, with a view of ducks and gulls on the beach – and only one of the roof-lights leaks!
For 2 hours, each side of low tide, people come to Hot Water Beach to dig a hole in the sand (where a thermal spring flows) and sit in a warm puddle. Yes, really! We walked up the beach at about noon to watch a dozen youngsters digging with hands and shovels in the biting wind, creating little sandy pools that steamed.
The Motor Camp had its own private spa pools to sit in, housed in an aged and gloomy building. More usefully, it had a camp kitchen where we cooked chicken breasts, followed by muffins warmed in the microwave.
13 October 2000 Whangamata – Pinefield Holiday Park (Top Ten) 61 km
Warm and dry at last, though still a wind from the south-west.
We climbed sharply up from Hot Water Beach to rejoin SH25 at Whenuakite. The next 16 km included a well-graded ascent to 220 m, followed by a steep descent past the Twin Kauris to Tairua, a small seaside town. We bought coffees here (the only chance until Whangamata).
Riding inland again, we climbed to 220 m to cross the Opoutere Saddle, with a picnic near the top. The conifer-clad hillside was busy with logging trucks going to the sawmill near the bottom. Dropping to sea level once more, we reached the estuary harbour town of Whangamata, at the end of the Coromandel Peninsula. There were plenty of shops along Port Road (we needed food and new socks!)
The Top Ten site, further along Port Road, had a good non-suite cabin with TV. We cooked supper, watching a documentary about Liberace, who died of AIDS. More seriously, war is threatening in Israel, in the places we cycled through just 6 months ago.
14 October 2000 Waihi Beach - Holiday Park (Kiwi Group) 48 km
Less windy, for an excellent sunny morning's ride to Waihi.
It began through rolling pasture and woods for a few miles to Whiritoa, where we turned off to make coffee by the beach. Calm blue sea, white sand dunes, no tourist development – wonderful!
A steady well-graded climb followed for 5 km, up and over the Waihi Saddle, down and up again, then a long descent to Waihi in the Hauraki Plains region. In Waihi we had a good lunch in a tea shop - toasted sandwiches with chicken, stilton, plum sauce and apricots (no less), served with chips, followed by Black Forest cake and a pot of tea – all for NZ$ 13!
Well fortified, we went to look at Waihi's 'Big Hole' – the Martha Mine – an opencast gold mine which was one of the world's largest by 1909. The ruin of the Cornish-style pump house, made by a Leeds firm and erected in 1901, still dominates the town, overlooking a street which is closed to traffic because of landslip. The original mine closed in 1952 and the inhabitants turned to farming the plains, which are still lush and green, grazed by cattle. The gold mine, however, re-opened in 1988 and is still working, with guided tours on weekdays. This being Saturday, we could only gaze down in wonder.
It was another 16 km to the coast at Waihi Beach, taking the scenic route along Barry Road and Golden Valley Road, past more mine workings. The Holiday Park at the north end of the beach had a non-suite cabin with sea view.
We took a short walk on the beach, bought ice creams and gathered pretty shells – just like being on holiday! There is a footpath over a headland (too tricky for smooth-soled cycling shoes) and an off-shore island, which Cook named Mayor Island.
In the evening we sat on our balcony, watching a full moon reflected in the water. Lovely!
15 October 2000 Tauranga – Palms Holiday Park 65 km
Cooler and cloudy, with a light west wind.
We rode along the sea front to the Bowentown headland, a peninsula which divides the Ocean from Anzac Bay, with a view of Tauranga Harbour. We talked with a couple of old lads, out cycling on this quiet Sunday morning. The sea lay like glass.
On through Athenree, rolling countryside, a fruit and vine growing area. After rejoining SH2 the traffic was much busier, with plenty of white wooden crosses at the roadside to remind us – if not the drivers – that 'speed kills'.
At Katikati, about half way toTauranga, we stopped for coffee and cakes. After that the rolling hills were steeper, past orchards of kiwi-fruit and citrus with astonishingly high hedges to break the wind. Through Tepuna and Bethlehem, we arrived at Tauranga – the main city and port on the Bay of Plenty (named by Cook, of course), exporting fruit and timber.
Palms Holiday Park, a couple of miles before the city centre, had a simple chalet (using communal facilities and kitchen). We did the laundry and walked to the local shops, rounding off the day with fish & chips (always excellent quality and value).
Today we clocked 1,000 miles in New Zealand so far (in one month). Also, we rescued Baa-Ram the sheep (a soft toy found dead in the road), who came up nicely with Omo and became our mascot!
16 October 2000 Rotorua – Acacia Holiday Park (Top Ten) 67 km
In the centre of Tauranga we got 2 new jockey wheels for Barry's derailleur from a friendly bloke at Koops Cycles (didn't stock our size tyres, of course). Then we left on the back road to Rotorua, via the small village of Pyes Pa.
It was a gradual 16-km climb to Pyes Pa, through horticultural land (citrus, avocadoes and kiwi fruit), then rolling (mostly uphill) for a further 16 km, past Ngawero Golf Club. From here we rode 6 km of undulating gravel, climbing to 500 m, followed by a very steep descent into Mangarewa Scenic Reserve. This gorge, with fir trees and volcanic rock sides, led to another sharp climb out, stretching and bedding our new chains in nicely! The road was then undulating until our first glimpse of Lake Rotorua, continuing to the town through its unscenic suburbs.
Rotorua, at a height of 280 m, is North Island's foremost tourist centre, based on the thermal activity underneath the earth's thin crust. As we rode in along Fairy Springs Road and Lake Road, we saw the steam issuing from Kuirau Park and stopped to photograph the steaming vents, bubbling mud and fumaroles. An impressive sight (and the smell of sulphur was not as bad as at the Sulphur Springs in the Greek Peloponnese). Entry to the Kuirau Park was free, though the more dramatic thermal sites to the east of Rotorua have fees.
The Top Ten campground had a tourist flat at NZ$ 50 but it was directly on the noisy main road. We paid a little more for one of their larger, plusher and more peaceful motel units at the rear of the Holiday Park, to enjoy a good break. With the cycles safely locked in a garage, we phoned for an excellent Indian meal, delivered in 30 minutes, for just over NZ$ 20.
There was a bewildering pile of leaflets on the various excursions and attractions to be booked, including Maori concerts and 'hangi' (feasts) specially laid on - cringe!
17-18 October 2000 Rotorua – Acacia Holiday Park (Top Ten) 15 km
Margaret's bike now needs a new rear tyre and at Rotorua's Cycle Centre we finally found another Continental Top Touring tyre (and another pair of derailleur jockey wheels). It was an excellent shop, selling 'Peddlers Paradise' guides and all manner of spares. We also recharged the mobile at a Vodafone shop, stocked up at Pak'n'Save (including the ingredients for a super lamb and apricot casserole) and had a coffee in McDonalds.
Barry fitted one set of new jockey wheels to his derailleur and serviced both bikes. The new Continental tyre proved too fat for Margaret's frame, but it went on Barry's front wheel and his front Schwalbe tyre fitted Margaret's rear wheel. So B now has 2 new tyres, while M has the least worn surviving pair from our original 4 Schwalbe Marathons.
Margaret was busy with laundry, letter-writing and phone calls. Our planned route for the next few days took us to East Cape over Labour Day (next Monday: a public holiday), so we took the precaution of booking accommodation ahead over the long weekend. This will include our first NZ backpackers' hostel, since the campsite at Hicks Bay is full on the Sunday night.
We enjoyed time to read and to soak in the Holiday Park's thermal pool, and cycled to the Lakefront to do our own sight-seeing. There was a jetty for boat trips on Lake Rotorua, home to various ducks and black swans with young. The 'Maori Village' of Ohinemutu was very peaceful – in fact deserted, until the tourists gather at the Tamatekapu Meeting House (built in 1887) for the 'Magic of Maori' Concert, performed every evening for a suitable fee.
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St Faith's Maori-Anglican Church, built nearby on the shore, which was freely open and very interesting. Outside, the style is early 20thC mock-Tudor but inside the pews and pulpits were beautifully carved with lots of Maori scrolls and woven panels. A modern stained glass window depicted Christ in a Maori cloak, with the lake visible behind him through the window, like Jesus walking on the water. (The LP guide went so far as to liken the lake to the Sea of Galilee, but we've cycled round that and beg to differ!) The graveyard at the back had many military graves of the Maori battalions – once feared warriors.
Steam hissed and water gurgled from various vents around the site – in Rotorua we almost expected the toilets to flush with hot water! Back along the Lakefront, we followed a public walkway round Sulphur Point (lots of seabirds) to the formal Government Gardens with a Tudor-style bathhouse (1908), now a Museum, and the original Blue Baths spa building. There are bowling greens, croquet lawns, rose gardens and a few steaming pools (which are decreasing, as the water is tapped off to every other spa pool in the town!)
We returned to the town centre, past the Polynesian Spa (a modern complex of pools based at the hot springs, in use since 1886) and the Orchid Gardens hothouses (all paying attractions). There seem to be very few tourists, unless they're all out for the day on coach tours (very expensive – Carey's all-day bus trips are over NZ$ 100 each).
19 October 2000 Awakeri – Hot Springs Holiday Park 73 km
We rode up the east side of Lake Rotorua past the little airport (scenic flights, helicopter trips, tandem sky diving …), then took SH30.
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we stopped at 'Hell's Gate', Rotorua's most active thermal reserve. For NZ$ 10 each, we spent 45 minutes on a walkway round the many sulphur pools, hot falls, steam vents and seething boiling mud (the Devil's Cauldron) – following in the footsteps of George Bernard Shaw, who wrote 'It reminds me of the fate theologians have promised me'. Run by Maori, it had a simple café (where we left the bikes) and humorous signs, such as 'Those throwing stones or rubbish in these pools will be asked to get them back'.
Continuing past Rotoiti, Rotoehu and Rotoma (all lakes in the craters of extinct volcanoes), we climbed to 315 m before a picnic lunch. Bypassing Kawarau (a pulp and paper-milling town), we crossed a plain towards the Bay of Plenty. Just before the village of Awakeri (about 16 km short of the coast at Whakatane), we stopped at a large Holiday Park where hot springs feed a huge outdoor swimming pool. Margaret managed a few warm lengths before supper.
20 October 2000 Tirohanga Beach – Motor Camp 80 km
It was 16 km along SH30 to Whakatane (pronounced Fakatane), pausing en route to mend Barry's toe-clip. After making coffee by the estuary harbour, opposite the Citizens' Advice Bureau (run by a Scottish woman who knew Blackburn), we shopped in Whakatane. Now the main town on the Eastern Bay of Plenty, it was the arrival point of some of the earliest Maori in about 1350.
Leaving, we had a strenuous climb over the bluff before dropping down to the coast at Ohope, for our first view of a small island puffing out white clouds of smoke - NZ's most active volcano with a high point of 321 m, just 50 km offshore. The island, steam rising from its crater, was formed by 3 volcanic cones. Known to Maori as Whakaari, it was named White Island by Captain Cook (who else?). Sulphur mining was abandoned in 1910 and the island is now inhabited only by a gannet colony. The most recent activity was in 1976-81. You can visit by helicopter or on a daily boat trip (weather permitting), which includes a 2-hour walk with hard hat and gas mask. You can - we saw it well enough from the shore!
We continued on a minor road inland, following the estuary of the Waiotahi River through the Cheddar Valley and on through Kutarere, with a brief section on busy SH2. A detour round Ohiwa Harbour was hilly and added 10 km to our ride, but did escape the traffic building up this Friday afternoon: the start of the Labour Day long weekend. Our picnic lunch at the water's edge was on a climatic division line – here grow NZ's most southerly mangroves and most northerly beech trees.
After another steep climb and descent we rejoined SH2 into Opotiki, the 'Gateway to East Cape'. From here the main road SH2 cuts inland to Gisborne but we shall follow SH35, the Pacific Coastal Highway, round the coast of the rugged Cape, the most isolated part of North Island and a Maori farming area.
We shopped in Opotiki, then rode another 6 km to Tirohanga Beach. At the Motor Camp we knew that all the 'tourist flats' had been taken. We were given a simple and draughty cabin, with 2 single beds and no TV, but all for NZ$ 30. The beach was busy with children playing with their toys, while their fathers fished. Slept well, as ever.
21 October 2000 Te Kaha - Holiday Park 62 km
Riding between the sea and the forested hills, through an occasional Maori village, the road regularly cut inland to bridge estuaries. As the cold wind dropped, the sun was strong enough to need sun-screen lotion on arms and legs. We had frequent views of the White Island marine volcano beneath a plume of steam.
After a couple of short climbs we made coffee by the beach at Hawai Bay, where the shelved pebbles were strewn with driftwood – the perfect spot for an artist. There was a simple campsite there with 2 lovely static house-buses (elaborate wooden sheds built onto a bus chassis). The scene was only marred by the need to keep upwind of a dead pig on the shore!
A long well-graded climb took us to the top of Maraenui Lookout at 218 m, over Maraenui Hill (198 m), then inland to cross the Motu River (where jet-boating, rafting and kayaking were on offer, in a delicate ecological zone).
It was another 25 km to the old whaling centre of Te Kaha and a couple of miles further to the Holiday Park, where a cabin and fish & chips awaited us. It overlooks Schoolhouse Bay, good for crayfishing - the local passion.
22 October 2000 Waihau Bay - Holiday Park 39 km
With no wind, warm sun and less traffic, this was a perfect Sunday morning. Along the way we met Graham, a marine environmental scientist teaching at Auckland University, cycling from Whakatane (where he'd left his car) to Hicks Bay.
Following a beautiful stretch of rocky coastline, we climbed up, then dropped into Whanarua Bay to make coffee by the driftwood-strewn shore. A few small boats were out Big Game fishing.
Further on at Waihua Bay we spotted Graham again, sitting outside the Holiday Park café, and joined him for a pot of tea and toasted sandwiches. This was only half-way to our intended overnight at Hicks Bay Backpackers Lodge but, as there were cabins available at NZ$ 40, all 3 of us gave in to the temptation of an early bath! (We did ring the Backpackers to cancel.)
The afternoon passed sitting with our new friend on the sandy Oruaiti Beach. Graham had worked in New York, Barbados, Adelaide and now Auckland. He has an Algerian 'de facto' (as they call a partner here) and has cycled in Thailand, Nepal … Plenty to talk about! We did learn a lot about modern NZ and the position of the Maori and Pacific Islanders here - our first intelligent conversation about what is happening in this remote part of the world.
23 October 2000 Hicks Bay/Te Araroa – Te Araroa Holiday Park 51 km
After coffee with Graham outside our cabins, we left him at Waihau Bay and set out into a light variable wind (no problem).
We followed the coast for 5 km, then climbed steeply inland behind Cape Runaway and Lottin Point. This has been Maori territory since the 11thC AD (200 years before the Great Migration). After passing a waterfall and Nipple Hill, we rejoined the coast at Hicks Bay, where we stopped for a picnic lunch. (Lieutenant Hicks was Captain Cook's 'Number One' on the 'Endeavour'.) The tiny settlement, its jetty long abandoned, now consists of a poorly stocked general store, the backpackers lodge on the shore and a single phone box.
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climb followed, over Pukeamura Hill at 140 m, before we came to the Maori-run Holiday Park situated between Hicks Bay and the town of Te Araroa. The wooded campground had a good shop and a pair of 'tourist flats', each with its own bathroom but sharing a well-equipped kitchen between them. As the other cabin was empty, it was very quiet.
A footpath led to the beach and there was even a little cinema (sadly closed), claiming the title 'world's most easterly cinema'. It was a nice relaxed place to make dinner and read the 'NZ Herald' – Happy Labour Day. Tomorrow it's East Cape lighthouse!
24 October 2000 Hicks Bay/Te Araroa – Te Araroa Holiday Park 56 km
This was not a rest day! We made a 4-hour 56-km round trip on the bicycles to the East Cape lighthouse (not to mention climbing the steps up to it).
It was 6 km along the main road to Te Araroa village, which had 2 shops and a school yard containing the world's largest Pohutakawa tree (600 years old). The remaining 22 km to the lighthouse was along a level gravel road, through small Maori farms with wandering cattle and horses, a few deer and a couple of ostriches. Sandstone cliffs backed a rocky shore with a strip of beach, where signs warned that the Dotterel bird, a threatened species unique to NZ, nests in simple scrapes in the sand.
A car park with toilets marked the end of the road and we hid the bikes behind the former lighthouse keeper's house. East Cape lighthouse, the most easterly in the world, lies very near the international date line. Originally built in 1906 on East Island (a tiny mound offshore), it was moved to the headland in 1922 and has been working ever since, now computer-controlled from Wellington.
It took 15 minutes to climb over 700 steps, up the hillside through the woods, to the lighthouse itself, perched 154 m above the sea. On a clear day, you can see yesterday! After admiring the view, we descended to the car park for a picnic lunch before returning along the rutted track.
Back at our base, dusty and sunburnt, we had time for laundry and showers before supper.
25 October 2000 Te Puia Springs – Te Puia Motel 75 km
Today we both had stiff calf muscles after yesterday's 700 steps, proving that cycling is easier than walking! Resisted the temptation to take a day off, as the excellent weather may not last.
After Te Araroa village there were some serious climbs inland for 32 km, with 3 hills reaching 115 m, 205 m and 220 m, before a long descent to Tikitiki, a small Maori settlement (population 105). Its park was closed, the shops abandoned and the campsite behind the 'World's Easternmost Hotel' deserted. We made coffee under the trees by the hotel, then visited the beautiful St Mary's Memorial Church, very much open, below a war memorial at the entrance to the once larger village.
St Mary's was built in 1924 to commemorate those warriors lost in the First World War, at the instigation of Sir Aspirana Ngata, the Minister of Maori Affairs, who was born in Te Araroa and lived in nearby Ruatoria. The church looked plain from the outside, but inside the walls and roof were covered in woven panels, with carved figures on the pew ends and the pulpit, all gleamingly polished. It felt loved.
Leaving Tikitiki, we rode through rolling farmland backed by forest, following the Waiapu River valley, long settled by Maori. After passing the turn-off for Ruatoria (a Maori town, capital of the Ngati Porou tribe), we soon came to the Blue Boar Hotel and had lunch at the bar (selecting from burgers, chips or deep-fried battered hot dogs). The car park had plenty of notices warning about under-age drinking (though not drink-driving!)
A gradual climb led up the Kopuora Valley, where scattered homes ran sheep and logging trucks occasionally pushed past us. After the last climb, atop Takapau Hill (280 m), we brewed up in the rest area before rolling the last 8 km to Te Puia, still high at 240 m.
Te Puia's hot springs feed the spa pools at the nearby hotel. The hydrogen gas is also used for local heating and lighting. We took a comfortable motel room with kitchen, conveniently placed next to the general store.
26 October 2000 Tolaga Bay – Tolaga Motel 48 km
After a climb out of Te Puia Springs, we had a 10-km descent to the sea at Tokomaru Bay. Like Hicks Bay, this Maori fishing settlement is in decline, its freezing works (abattoir) closed, its shops barely surviving.
Climbing out again to the Parau Saddle (200 m), we then crossed rolling inland hills and sheep pasture. The wind had turned, colder and stronger from the south, and when we reached the larger village of Tolaga Bay we decided to stop at the motel. We couldn't find the owner, by the name of Wally, but a friendly cleaner showed us a nice suite, saying it was NZ$ 60. 'Pay Wally, later' she suggested.
Captain Cook landed near Tolaga in 1769 and again in 1777. It is also known for its wharf, the longest in the Southern Hemisphere at 660 m, built to give sailing ships entry on all tides.
27 October 2000 Gisborne – Waikanae Beach Holiday Park (Kiwi Group) 62 km
The elusive Wally's son-in-law was the only person at large after breakfast. He thought the room price was NZ$ 70, but accepted 60 with good grace!
Leaving Tolaga Bay, we took a side trip along Wharf Road to Cook's Cove to see the famous long wharf. At its busiest in the 1920-30's, it was closed in the early 1960's, when storms made it too dangerous to use and too expensive to repair, given the decline in shipping. We cycled out to the end, between the rusty railway lines, to watch a lone angler land a snapper.
With a good back wind from the north, at last, we climbed away to 120 m, followed by more long rolling hills until a descent to Pouawa Beach and a brew-up by the sea. Then we rode a welcome flat stretch along several beaches – Tatapouri and Wainui, not yet busy with surfers – and past the sad Sperm Whales' Grave, where over 50 whales were stranded on the beach in 1970.
Gisborne on Poverty Bay is the world's easternmost city, its 30,000 people living on the International Date Line. We found a self-contained flat on the Kiwi Group campsite, right on the beach and just 10 minutes' walk from the city centre.
After calling at the nearby Tourist Info Centre for help with planning the next stage of our ride, we shopped at Pak'n'Save for a hot roast chicken (or 'chook') among other essentials.
28 October 2000 Gisborne – Waikanae Beach Holiday Park (Kiwi Group) 20 km
'Sun City', 'First to see the Light' – and the Millenium: Gisborne is a special place.
With a good range of shops, we bought books to read ('3 for NZ$ 15'), calendars to post as gifts and a pair of flip-flops for M. The cycle shop even had one Schwalbe tyre in our size, but couldn't replace Barry's rear-view mirror, saying they were 'as rare as ants' teeth'! He had to super-glue the broken one, meaning it can't be removed for flights.
We took an afternoon ride round the historic shore, where a memorial marks James Cook's very first landing in NZ on Kaiti Beach, October 1769. A modern bronze statue of the Captain, astride a globe (with his 3 epic voyages plotted), overlooks the site, very near our camp (sorry, Holiday Park). A statue of Nick Young, the cabin boy who first sighted land, points across the scenic bay to Young Nick's Head. Cook was the first European to land here, though his welcome soon turned sour and he sailed on, naming the place Poverty Bay. Sadly, such an important site is now marred by a huge wood yard. The logging trucks that have been rushing and pushing past us for the last few days bring their loads to the port here for shipping.
29 October 2000 Wairoa – Three Oaks Motel 102 km
The route from Gisborne on Poverty Bay to Wairoa on Hawke Bay was along SH2 all day, though it was fairly quiet on this Sunday – just a few trucks packed with lambs going to meet their fate.
The first 32 km was easy riding across a flat flood plain, with a back wind from the north. We left East Cape and Poverty Bay behind as we crossed the wide Waipaoa River. A viewing platform up on the flood defence bank showed what a huge area used to flood, as recently as the 1980's. It was fertile land, with vineyards and fruit orchards scenting the air.
We made coffee before the road started to climb inland, away from Young Nick's Head. First we crossed Kopua Hill (120 m), then descended before the long ascent of Wharerata Hill at 488 m (over 1,600 ft). A look-out at the top gave a good view of the coast but its picnic area was busy with Sunday drivers.
After some rolling country, there was another climb to 280 m at Morere Hill. Hot and thirsty, we had lunch here (chicken sandwiches – the last of the Pak'n'Save chook!) Descending to Morere Springs, we found a tempting tea-rooms/campsite with cabins opposite the hot spring swimming pools. We'd ridden 60 km but it was still early and the onward route was easier – we decided to go for 100 km and push on to Wairoa (meaning Long River).
After another 10 km of gently rolling hills, we turned west at Nuhaka (one store and one fish & chip shop, both closed). For the final 32 km, we rode into the wind along the north coast of Hawke Bay to Wairoa, once a port on its river estuary. The campsite had no cabins free, so we settled at a good motel, negotiating a price reduction from NZ$ 76 to 70 per night if we stayed for 2 days. We deserved a rest!
30 October 2000 Wairoa – Three Oaks Motel 13 km
The motel proved a good choice, with free use of the laundry (chance to wash the sleeping bags we use in campsite cabins). There was also a complimentary newspaper, 'The Dominion' (we enjoy both news and crosswords) and the bliss of a private soak in the hot tub spa.
Barry checked the cycles over (brakes and derailleurs) and we rode along to the river mouth to test them after lunch.
31 October 2000 Putorino – Waikare Hotel 60 km
Despite a gusty west wind and the threat of trucks carrying sheep or timber, which often come too close, we had a wonderful day's climbing after our rest.
Our road followed the Gisborne-Napier railway line (freight only) for much of the way, through green woods and pastures, though the tracks had the advantage of tunnelling through the hills on 3 occasions!
The first 25 km was level with a good wind, then we had a steep climb up Taumatataua Hill (250 m). After a brew-up with a wonderful view over Hawke Bay, there was a steep drop to Raupunga, with lunch in a picnic area by the river.
The rolling country was made harder by the strengthening wind through the Mohaka Gorge. We marvelled as we passed below the Mohaka Railway Viaduct, built in 1937 – the highest in Australasia, 100 m above the river. Then we followed the Waikari River Gorge into Putorino: population 300, altitude 85 m.
Unlikely as it had seemed, a comfortable tea-room/pub/hotel stood opposite the petrol station and school, which comprise the village. Here we had booked a meal and room, after much research to get its name and phone number – the only accommodation between Wairoa and Napier.
After a memorable meal of soup, rack of lamb with heaps of vegetables, strawberries and meringue, we had a long chat with the owners. Heather Ward has been running the place for over 30 years, while husband Bill mans the bar every night and gets up at 5 am daily to milk the cows. The herd is actually owned by their son, but he leaves at 3 am to drive a logging truck. Both their daughters have wisely left home! How will they ever retire?
We retired to the hotel TV room with coffee and found that every single video on the shelf was about Dairying! Our homely room had twin beds and a wash-basin, with ablutions down the corridor. We were the only guests and treated like royalty.
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edited version of the diary we kept when we cycled round New Zealand in 2000/1. Starting from Auckland, we rode up to Cape Reinga, the northernmost point of North Island, then followed the east coast of North Island down to Wellington for the Inter-Islander ferry to Picton at the top of South Island. We followed the west coast route down to Bluff at the southernmost point of the South Island, then took a ferry to Stewart Island, a mile off-shore to the south. .jpg "NZ2000_(39).jpg")
South Island, making detours to the west coast and back in order to climb all of the road passes in the Southern Alps. After the ferry back to Wellington, we followed the west coast of North Island as far as Auckland, for a flight to Fiji. .jpg "NZ2000_(25).jpg")
cycling in Fiji we flew on to Los Angeles, to cycle across the States to Key West in Florida: the southernmost point of the Continental USA. All this was part of a one-year round-the-world journey totalling 12,000 miles (19,200 km), which included Singapore, the crossing of Australia (Perth to Brisbane), New Zealand, Fiji and the crossing of the USA.![northisland_track_1[1].jpg](images/stories/A%20Bicycle%20Ride/northisland_track_1[1].jpg "northisland_track_1[1].jpg")
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