This was a detour from the Te Araroa, taking in the Coromandel Walkway, Cathedral Cove and the Pinnacles, rather than the official route south of Auckland. We had planned to walk all the way to Rotorua, but didn’t quite make it due to bad weather.
I suppose not so surprisingly there are a few sheep here in New Zealand ;) But as we came round the corner here I’ve never heard such a strange cacophony. And enormous field stuffed with sheep all “AAAaaaaaaahhhhh”-ing their heads off. High pitched, low pitched, squeaky, all kinds of sheep accents – a whole chorus of them. Oddly fascinating to listen to this super multi layered sheep soundscape! We got some on video so we can treat you to that later ;)
I’m packing Marmite as a special luxury for this section. And it’s bloody amazing. So I’ve tried to pay tribute to it’s taste bud boggling qualities by shooting it a soft focus vignette portrait…
I’m picturing a piece of history here. When Marmite first came to these shores in the handbag of arrogant chef Captain Cook, he had no idea that the Maori had already invented it hundreds of years before. ‘Marmite’ in NZ comes in red cylindrical pots. So poor old Pomme Marmite is relegated to the name Our Mate… It’s just not cricket is it!