This marks the start of the Te Araroa trail, Only 1800 miles to go!
Start of the Te Araroa Trail
Destination -> Bluff
Don’t listen to what the sign says, we’re not taking the as-the-crow-flies route ;)
Bluff is the southernmost tip of New Zealand which hopefully we’ll be reaching before our tourist visa runs out, just shy of 6 months time!
We Done It!
Well… Section 1 anyway ;) “90 mile beach” - DONE ! That’s Cape Reinga down to Ahipara, straight down the west coast.
Finally got our first trail beer at Ahipara, no pubs though.. Had to carry a big box of them a mile from the liquor stove to the motel before we could finally crack one open. Well done Nicky, first section under your belt.Far North – Complete !
Yes! We had our first celebration by the stream that night as we’ve officially finished the first region of NZ! Being pretty much a total novice hiker I had no idea how I’d do or how far I’d get. I’m not really that much of an exerciser to be honest! So I’m super proud of myself for hanging in there and getting through some actually pretty tough terrain, and miles, ( 4-hours-a-mile-jungle!) even though it was a bit of shock to the system! :D
This is us enjoying my first attempt at a river-bed camp fire!
Miles Walked = 150 approx.
( a small chunk but we’re just warming up eh ;) )
Best Free Item = Offer of a house for the week by a woman literally just driving past.
Best Animals Spotted = River Eel / Shark / Stingray / Wild Pigs
Most Fun = Kayaking around the waterfall
Biggest Relief = Getting out of the jungle / Finding water / A Flush-toilet !
Best Meal = Pepper Fillet Steak at Beachcomber in Kaitaia
Most interesting character = Alan. Bus driver, tourguide, lighthouse keeper, bee keeper, environmentalist, farmer, historian and comedian. This guy needs to go on Who Wants to be a Millionaire.
Most Interesting Facts Learned =
#1 = You can make socks out of Possums
#2 = Leaves preserved in sand can stay green for 40,000 years
#3 = Pulling a needle and thread through a blister can fix it
#4 = Don’t flip over an object on the beach (especially if its dead) unless you want a mouthful of evil bugs… Again - yawning in the jungle can rapidly lead to unwanted protein intake…
#5 = Gorse is bloody sharp!
Our first region, county, state, not sure what they call it over here, but according to the trail notes we’ve left the Far North and are now in Whangarei, yey :D This has been our warm-up section doing modest mileages each day to get in shape. I think we’re getting there and starting to pick up the pace. Certainly feel warmed up, the weather has been brilliant, if anything too hot for me! Apparently it’s unusually dry for this time of year, so we’ve been pretty lucky I think. The variety of terrain we’ve covered has been quite an eye opener, lots of beach and forest, totally different to the mountains I’m used to.
Looking Down Over the Tongariro Crossing
Whoa, what a view! Loving all the colours in this shot, the red volcanic crater, the white snow, the yellowy mountains in the distance and the blue sky :) Definitely makes the 2-3 hour side trip worthwhile. As a bonus, we were now out of sync with the main caterpillar train of folk on the crossing, so the rest of the day felt a bit less busy.
High & Dry on the Wanganui River
Thank god I’m out the water!!!We managed to beach ourselves on a tiny area of pebbles after coming out again, and smacking my knees on some rock. Not happy! I was freaking out a bit to be honest. I’m never getting back in a kayak. Cookie went roaming off to get help. I was a bit worried about him wading straight into the river! But really thankful rescue would only be a few hours away. But I was only sat soggy on the side for a few mins before Cookie returns triumphant with Don the Farmer in his ute! The two of em dragging the heavy kayak up the steep grassy hill. What a relief!!
So after emptying the kayak of water for a second time (not easy with 8 days worth of supplies I can tell you), we took stock of the situation. Continue to the first campsite? Continue to the next time we’re alongside a road? “I’m not getting back in that kayak” says Nicky, ok I’ll go get help then..
We couldn’t phone for help (no signal), we could flag down a passing canoe, but might be the end of the day before they were in a position to get word to Taumarunui Canoe Hire. The best option looked like just walking back, only was about 4 miles of farmland, jeep track and roads to get me back to the hire place, so I went back into the river (had to be on the wrong side of it didn’t we..) After swimming across the river, I made my way towards the farmhouse where I would hopefully pick up a track to take me back to the road..
Rescued by the Best Beef in New Zealand
Thank you Don the Farmer! And your daughter for dragging us up the hill, and riding us off to safety in your ute. And for the ham sandwiches and cups of tea. I am so thankful. I had visions of us huddled up on the bank for hours waiting for a passing boat. Don’s daughter had all kinds of scary tales of people they’ve dragged out of the river in the past. We sounded like we’d got the luckier end of the scale thankfully :o
Currently we’re chilling in the guest house up at the kayak place. It’s been pouring down and the wind has got up. We camped last night and all our clothes were soaking and mud covered… Ergh. The river looks wide a brown with flood water now… Should we try again tomorrow? I’m petrified! : /
There’s a fine line between brave and stupid? For me anyway! I think some of these Kiwis are rock hard.
…Yep, I kid you not, Rescued by the Best Beef in New Zealand, you can’t make this shit up! Anyhow, I didn’t have to trespass far before I eventually bumped into the farmer Don and his daughter (I think) Cherie. They knew the score, “Don’t worry, we get this ALL the time in the summer. You actually look in quite good condition, usually people are in a RIGHT state by the time they stumble onto the farm..” To cut a long story short the farmer helped us man-haul the kayak up from the river to a point where the hire place could get to it (not an easy task, still got 8 days of food in it remember). We then went back to the farmhouse for ham sandwiches and a hot shower while they phoned Taumarunui Canoe Hire.
I’m still blown away by ‘Kiwi Hospitality’, Don & Cherie were so kind and really looked after us :) Anyhow back to the beef, turns out we were shipwrecked on no normal farm, by the look of all the ‘Meat Awards’ hung on the farmhouse wall, this was a serious meat manufacturing farm of excellence, which has won the ‘Best Beef in New Zealand Award’ a number of times. When the Karen (Canoe hire lady) picked us up, all she could talk about was “Have you seen the muscles on his bull calves, oh my gawd they’re amazing. Even his bloody cows have massive arse muscles”. I don’t know much about cows, but I’d agree, they did have big back ends, I also knew those backends were responsible for a good deal of unpleasantness I’d just dragged my kayak through… Poor Josh (our recently hired river guide), got a whole Croc (sandal) full of it.. “It’s alright” he says, “they’re not my Crocs!” Ha ha, always look on the bright side eh?
