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Tuesday, January 14, 2020

Vikings to Vines via the Paths of the Dead - Napier to Castlepoint

Sign at Woodville


From Napier, SH 2 goes inland as it runs south between the Ruahine and Tararua Ranges.  Long, winding, minor roads go east to the coast but this is a part of New Zealand that has turned its back on the sea.  Tararua is a little piece of New Zealand's agricultural heartland, tucked in between Hawke's Bay and Wairarapa.  There is a rugged, pioneering feel to some of the settlements, and people making their mark on the area today have the same characteristics.  Māori, who named the area Te Tapere Nui o Whatonga, the great food basket of Whatonga, remind us of their history with many marae and place names, including the longest one in the world:
Taumatawhakatangihangakoauauotamateaturipukākāpikimaungahoronukupokaiwhenuakitanatahu.  

Tararua is a motorhome-friendly area.  We found plenty of freedom camping spots and low cost parking—the visitor's guide to the area listed many of them.  We explored lots of interesting townships that gave us insights into the pioneering beginnings of the district. 
Norsewood

            Little Norsewood was a fascinating place, where we learned about the Scandinavian settlement of the area.  This 'heritage village' showcased many pioneering buildings and had a real Norwegian feel to it.  The original 483 settlers arrived in 1872 and set about clearing a dense forest known as the Seventy Mile Bush.  They were joined by other Scandinavians and eventually the land was made suitable for sheep, cattle and dairy farming.  Life was difficult for these early pioneers, who struggled against poverty and natural disasters.  A fire in 1888 destroyed much of the town and many of the buildings date from the rebuild.  St David's Church and the Pioneer Cottage are listed by Heritage New Zealand.  Norsewood remembers its traditions by teaching Norwegian folk dance at school, while on the nearest Sunday to May 17th, Norway's National Day, the whole town celebrates.
            Two things we noticed while walking around the settlement were the unique wheel the Norwegians developed for the hard terrain they were working in—it looks like a Viking shield —and the carved trolls.  We have visited Norway and recognised the distinctive carving style.  We admired the Pioneer Museum and Johanna's World, which has New Zealand's only replica of a Norwegian stave church, something else we had seen in Norway. 
            After calling at the Scandi Superette and paying the nightly  fee for camping at the ANZAC reserve—where Tangaroa was parked—and getting bargain-price Norsewear socks at the New Zealand Natural Clothing Shop, we took a loop drive through Ormondville.  This settlement grew in importance when the railway arrived in 1880 and became a thriving township.  Now it is a picturesque backwater with a pub, a beautiful church and a railway station.  Restored, and with a 1950s vibe, the station is used for boutique accommodation.
Ormondville

            About 20 kilometres south of Norsewood we came to Dannevirke, settled mainly by families from Sweden and Denmark.  Māori in the area are descended from arrivals on the Tākitimu and Kurahaupō canoes.  A legacy from this era is the Makirikiri Marae built around the time that the Scandinavian settlers were arriving.  Little evidence of the Danish settlers remains in Dannevirke as, like Norsewood, it suffered a devastating fire.  On Labour Day in 1917 many residents were at the racecourse watching motorcycle racing so the fire burned unchecked, destroying most of the south part of the town.  The Gallery of History, housed in the former Courthouse, has historical information and artefacts—otherwise the only evidence of Vikings is in the signage—hairy, horned-helmeted characters seemed to be everywhere. 

            We took the car for a road trip one day, driving east from Norsewood to the coast.  We travelled along windy roads where settlements were few and far between.  Porangahau Beach had a long sweep of sand and freedom camping in the dunes—we thought we might take Tangaroa there someday.  Just down the road we found the world's longest place name which translates (in one account) as, the hilltop, where Tamatea with big knees, conqueror of mountains, eater of land, traveller over land and sea, played his koauau (flute) to his beloved.   The sign was worth a photo stop, though the hill itself was underwhelming.
            We stopped for coffee at the pub-cum-shop at Herbertville, named after pioneer settlers Joseph and Sarah Herbert who arrived in 1854.  The pub owners are contemporary pioneers, new to the area, who have been sprucing up the building and offering accommodation.  Herbertville and nearby Akitio once supplied London-bound ships with wool from coastal stations and the woolshed at Akitio dates from 1883.  We walked along beach from Herbertville towards Cape Turnaround, named by Captain Cook in 1769 as he retraced his passage along the coast.
            Inland from Akitio the gravel road meandered towards Pongaroa where we had lunch at the Post Office-cafe-shop-second-hand-store.  The settlement is the area's main centre, and the signpost outside the shop was indicative of this with towns and routes leaving in all directions.  The Maurice Wilkins Monument nearby honours a son of Pongaroa who discovered a double helix, leading to the understanding of the DNA molecule.
            South of Dannevirke on SH 2 we came to Woodville—so named for the bush it was once in—and the third of the Scandinavian settlements in the Seventy Mile Bush.  Nowadays the town's main attraction is the Gottfried Lindauer Replica Studio.  The Bohemian-born artist built his house and studio in Woodville in 1890, where he lived until his death in 1926.  We looked inside the studio, where there were prints of Lindauer's paintings, along with furniture and other memorabilia.  We had moved Tangaroa to a freedom camping spot at the entrance to the Manawatu Gorge so we could look around Woodville, but now it was time for us  to move further south—into the Wairarapa.
Woodville street sign

            Masterton, Carterton, Greytown and Featherston are all pioneer settlements strung out along SH 2, as can be seen by their architecture and guessed by their names.  These towns have a different vibe to the Scandinavian settlements to the north—part rural town, part sophisticated outpost of Wellington.  The largest, Masterton, was founded in 1854 by Joseph Masters of the Small Farms Association.  Visitors can learn about the region's history at Aratoi, the Wairarapa Museum of Art and History and adjacent Wool Shed.  We found out that sheep have an important place in Masterton's history and the town hosts the famous Golden Shears sheep shearing event each March.  The main street  doesn't live in the past though, it is bustling and bursting with modern shops and cafes.
            Ten minutes further down the road we came to Carterton, established to house workers building the road between Masterton and Greytown.  Originally known as Three Mile Bush, its name was changed to honour Charles Carter, another leading figure in the political and farming circles of the era.  His memory is perpetuated by a large statue and information board in the town centre.  Carterton is famous as the Daffodil Capital of New Zealand—springtime visitors can take in the Daffodil Carnival, where flowers can be picked from a specially planted field.
Greytown scene

            My favourite of these settlements is Greytown, New Zealand's first inland town, named after Governor Grey.  It boasts the country's most complete main street of wooden Victorian buildings.  Greytown helpfully has information plaques on many buildings and we narrowly avoided getting run down as we dodged from one side of the street to the other reading them.  The town has plenty of boutique shops and cafes—Wellingtonians brave the windy Rimutaka road at weekends to indulge in fine food and wine, search for antiques and enjoy the ambiance. 
            At the end of town we came across a large gum tree, planted in 1856.  A sign told the story of one Samuel Oates who became the first to take a wheeled vehicle over the Rimutaka Hill Track—his wheelbarrow.  In it, together with his belongings, were twelve gum tree saplings destined for Mr Carter of Carterton fame.  While Samuel was resting at the Rising Sun Hotel in Greytown three of these plants disappeared, subsequently found planted in Greytown.  Two trees were later cut down but the remaining gum tree is thriving. 
            Last in line was Featherston, named for Isaac Featherston, another pioneering politician.  The town's importance grew when the railway came through in the 1870s, though it later declined.  Now, like the other towns along the road, it is reinventing itself as a destination, with cafes and antique and collectable stores. 
At the Fell Locomotive Museum

            We stopped to visit the Fell Locomotive Museum, which houses the only remaining Fell engine in the world.  Watching a black and white, newsreel-style documentary from the 1940s we learned how folks got across the Rimutakas by rail back in those days.  Part of the journey was over the Rimutaka Incline, New Zealand's steepest line from 1878 to its closure in 1955.  Carriages were pulled over this dramatic and alarming scenery by Fell engines, their descent controlled by the brake van, which got through a set of brake shoes each trip.  Volunteers have painstakingly restored locomotive H 199 (built in 1875) and brake van F 210, which are displayed along with memorabilia and models.  It was interesting to contemplate the remote lives that the railway families lived up at the Rimutaka Summit—the monotony only punctuated by the arrival and departure of trains.
            Fifteen minutes south of Featherston we came to the pretty settlement of Martinborough, set amidst wineries and rolling countryside.  John Martin was an early local businessman who set out the streets of the town centre in the shape of the Union Jack and called the town after himself.  The streets are named after places he had visited on a world tour.  Grapes were planted in the 1970s and the town hasn't looked back since.  We enjoyed a leisurely lunch at one of the town's cafes.
            We parked Tangaroa beside Lake Wairarapa while exploring this part of the region.  At 18 kilometres in length and with a width of six kilometres, Lake Wairarapa is the third largest lake in the North Island, being slightly smaller than Lake Rotorua.  At its southern end it drains into Lake Onoke, which is protected from the ocean by a long spit.  We drove along the western shore of the lake and down to Onoke Beach.  The coast was rugged here, with a few old baches dotted along the shoreline beneath bluffs.  We had hoped to walk along some of the spit but access was blocked by flooding.
            At the Lake Ferry side of Lake Onoke (reached by driving almost to Martinborough before looping back) we watched a digger open a trench in the spit to allow Lake Onoke to drain into the ocean.  Water was pouring out at an amazing rate.  In the past, farmers had wanted to open a permanent outlet from Lake Onoke to prevent flooding.  Wairarapa Māori objected to the loss of their fisheries.  Eventually Māori gifted the lakes to the crown, retaining mana (authority) over the lakes.  Luckily the ecological value of the wetlands became recognised and, since the 1980s, a conservation order has been in place, protecting wildlife.  The eastern side of Lake Wairarapa is an important habitat for bar-tailed godwits and other species of bird.  We walked along a stop-bank track at Matthews and Boggy Pond Wildlife Reserve, which has views of the wetlands and a bird hide for viewing the wildlife.
Castlepoint lighthouse

            Castlepoint was our next destination.  This lighthouse is about an hour's drive from Masterton.  Captain Cook called the promontory Castle Point, as the landform looked fortress-like.  Māori tell how the ancestor Kupe was sailing from Hawaiki when he saw an octopus which he chased into a cave on the headland.  The lighthouse was built in 1913 to try to halt the number of shipwrecks occurring along the coast—it is New Zealand's third highest light.  It was an easy walk to get to the light, across the beach and up some steps.  The views past the lighthouse along the coast were splendid.
            South of Martinborough, a minor road goes past Lake Ferry and down to Cape Palliser.  We drove Tangaroa along this scenic road—it is mostly sealed as far as the lighthouse, though it has an interesting area of 'active slip' around the side of a cliff at one point.  The lighthouse was prettily striped in red and white, though we had to climb up 250 steep steps to get up to it. 
            This is the southernmost tip of the North Island—it is further south than Blenheim and Nelson—and the views were great.  Like Castlepoint, Cape Palliser was named by Captain Cook but Māori have prior naming rights—the sail-shaped cliffs nearby are known as Kupe's sail.  Legends tell that when Kupe was sailing in the area 1,000 years ago, he had a sail making competition with his companion Ngaki.  Kupe's sail was finished first and so the cliff-side was named in his honour.  Down at beach level there were seals to admire in the rocky pools.  The fur seal colony here is New Zealand's largest and we spent some time watching them sun themselves on rocks and playing in the kelp.
Cape Palliser lighthouse

            The nearby fishing village of Ngawi was interesting.  Along a section of the beach there were tractors and bulldozers with hugely-long trailers attached.  Between 20 and 30 boats go crayfish fishing from here and later we watched from our freedom camp spot, just north of Ngawi, as some of the boats were picking up their pots.
            At Te Kopi we parked at the DOC campground to walk amongst some strange scenery.  The Putangirua Pinnacles Scenic Reserve is otherworldly—no wonder it was used as the setting for the 'paths of the dead' in the Lord of the Rings movie.  The pinnacles were reached by a track which followed the sides of the river up the valley.  After about an hour we began to walk amongst the pinnacles, and for about half an hour we wandered around admiring the formations.  These hoodoos, or badlands erosion pillars, were formed over the past 120,000 years by erosion of ancient gravel deposits.  Rainwater has caused fluting on some outcrops, others stand like Cathedral pillars.  I can honestly say I have never walked anywhere like it.
At the pinacles

            Another weird place to visit in the Wairarapa is Stonehenge Aotearoa.   This is not a replica of England's famous circle but is a modern interpretation, built as an observatory and specifically designed for its location.  A combination of current scientific knowledge together with Celtic , Egyptian, Māori and Polynesian star lore, Stonehenge Aotearoa has something to interest astronomers, history buffs and curious visitor alike.  My daughter and son-in-law joined us for a look around before we headed off for wine tasting at a vineyard near Martinborough.  This had been an interesting region—from Vikings to vines, via the paths of the dead.
Stonehenge Aotearoa


Information about places mentioned in this post - correct at the time of writing
Walks

  • ·         Putangirua Pinnacles

www.doc.govt.nz/parks-and-recreation/places-to-go/wairarapa/places/putangirua-pinnacles-scenic-reserve/things-to-do/pinnacles-track
2-4 hr return (depending on route)easy: walking track
Access: 1271, Cape Palliser Rd, Aorangi Forest Park

  • ·         Matthews and Boggy Pond Wildlife Reserve

www.gw.govt.nz/sites-of-interest
2.6 km loop track, easy
Access: Parera Rd, Featherston

  • ·         Castlepoint Lighthouse

http://www.doc.govt.nz/parks-and-recreation/places-to-go/wairarapa/places/castlepoint-scenic-reserve/things-to-do/lighthouse-walk/
30 min return, easiest: short walk
Access: Castlepoint Scenic Reserve, Masterton Castlepoint Rd

Places to visit
  • ·         Norsewood Pioneer Museum

Thor St, Takapau
Hours: 8.30 am-4.30 pm
Entry price: adult $2.00

  • ·         Johanna's World

Upper Norsewood
www.troll.co.nz/55652
ph 06 437 8131

  • ·         Gottfried Lindauer Replica Studio

Vogel St, Tararua
www.gottfried-lindauer.co.nz
Hours: Monday-Friday 8.00 am-5.00 pm, weekends and public holidays 9.00 am-2.00 pm

  • ·         Fell Locomotive Museum

Lyon St, Featherston
www.fellmuseum.org.nz
Hours: 10.00 am-4.00 pm
Entry price: adult $6, child $2

  • ·         Stonehenge Aotearoa

51, Ahiaruhe Rd, Ahiaruhe
www.stonehenge-aotearoa.co.nz
Hours: 10.00 am-4.00 pm
Entry price: adult $15, senior $10, child $5

Pathway to the Sunrise - Around East Cape






Pou Te Ariki Te Rawhiti near Opotiki

The East Cape is a part of the country many New Zealanders never visit.  It is off the beaten track—not on the way to anywhere.  Yet it is an amazing place.  It is where some of the first Polynesian canoes landed after their long voyage from Hawaiki, it is where Captain Cook made his first landfall, and it is the first place to see the sun each day.  It is remote and rugged, with bush-clad mountains and rocky beaches strewn with driftwood.  It is a place with sandy beaches backed by azure seas.  There are beautifully carved and painted marae in every settlement and horses on the beaches, on the roads and in the paddocks.  Rickety wharves from another era jut into the ocean, crumbling but still defying the waves.  The East Cape is unique territory— a place where people are connected to the land and to the coast through ties of culture, family and history.  It is a landscape of stunning beauty and a road trip not to be forgotten.
            Driving into Opotiki we passed two tall carved pou beside the beach.  These are called Te Ariki Te Rawhiti, the Pathway to the Sunrise, and relate the history of Māori and Pakehā in the area.  They set the stage for much of what we were to see and experience around the cape.  We parked Tangaroa at the NZMCA Park in town and took a look around.
Grand old architecture in Opotiki

            Opotiki is a quiet, friendly little place full of rather grand old buildings and with an interesting history.  When Captain Cook sailed along the coast in 1769 he observed a dense population in the area.  During the next 100 years sealers, whalers and missionaries arrived and local Māori began to resist the influx of Pakehā, leading to the unfortunate killing of the missionary, Rev. Carl Volkner.  This resulted in some years of warfare and a garrison was established, which in turn led to an increase in commerce.  Opotiki flourished and in the early 1900s its wide streets had many impressive buildings: hotels, banks and stores.  Many of these historic buildings remain today and we enjoyed strolling around the town, fossicking in the shops and drinking coffee at the Two Fish Cafe—this is such a friendly place, they served us even though they had closed.
            Possibly the most important thing built in recent years is the Pakowhai ki Otutaopuku Bridge, which opened in 2012.  This impressive footbridge links the town with the beach and was constructed as part of the Motu Trails, one of the country's Great Rides.  Motu Trails headquarters was right beside the NZMCA Park so we decided to check the rides out and went over to pick up some information.  That afternoon we headed across the Pakowhai ki Otutaopuku Bridge and cycled the Dunes Trail, which meanders along the coast for an easy, 22-kilometre return ride. 
Pou on the footbridge at the start of the cycle trail

            This is where the Pakihikura canoe arrived, one of several that made landfall along the shores of the east Cape.  The first arrivals must have thought they had found paradise.  It certainly looked like that to us as we made our way between and around the sand dunes, with views along the coast and into the rugged interior.  Out to sea we could see Whale Island and White Island.  Just past Tirohanga Stream there was an unusual stretch of trail, a wooden boardwalk sitting on the sands of the beach.  It was a very pretty ride.
On the Dunes Cycle Trail

            Malcolm fancied riding the demanding Pakihi Track, 44 kilometres of narrow, off-road track, through pristine bush.  This was constructed a century ago as a stock route but only used for a couple of years as a bridge was washed away.  Malcolm took the Motu Trails shuttle through the Waioeka Gorge to Motu (a two-hour drive) and had a great day zipping down through the forest, over the twenty-five bridges and back down to sea level.  After seeing his photos I rather regretted not going with him, so we decided to tackle the final ride together—the Motu Road Trail.  The shuttle dropped us off at the boundary of the Opotiki and Gisborne districts, altitude 800 metres, and we began our descent.  We passed through some amazing scenery, though I was not too happy about the heavily rutted and uneven road surface.  When we came to a deep ford Malcolm had his camera ready but I managed to disappoint him by getting through it without falling in.
On the Motu Road cycle ride 


            After all this exercise we decided to do some driving instead and set off on SH 35 around the cape.  Between Opotiki and Te Kaha we passed bay after bay, each  beach worth wandering along, examining the driftwood.  On the horizon White Island steamed, by the rivers children played while their fathers fished.  At Te Kaha Point there was a freedom camping area, also a motor camp with washing machines and a dump station.  This was a great spot to laze away the afternoon with a book and a drink.  Later a fellow camper presented us with some freshly caught fish for tea.
            Another day of tiki-touring followed, as we continued north.  At Whanarua Bay we walked down a narrow, traffic light-controlled road to the little beach, taking a flask of coffee and some biscuits.  As we sat enjoying the view —it is said to be the prettiest bay on this coast— there was a commotion behind us.  From the bush surrounding the stream, a horse emerged carrying two little Māori boys on its back.  Another boy was running behind.  They stopped and stared at us (we were the only people on the deserted beach) and we stared back at them for a moment, before offering them biscuits and the ice was broken.  For a few seconds I think we were all experiencing culture shock and I recalled that it was along this coast that Māori and Pakehā first encountered one another.
Pretty Raukokore Church

            Later we stopped to admire the church at Raukokore, which sits on a headland and has coastal views in both directions. The church was built in 1894 and is said to have a slight lean, caused by being inundated by the sea during a storm.  Vehicles had thinned out by now and, as we made our way towards Whangaparaoa and the turn inland, we really began to feel the remoteness of the area.  We saw more horses than people.
            We came to the eastern side of the cape at Hicks Bay.  We parked the bus and cycled along to the iconic wharf—not as long as the one at nearby Tolaga Bay but attractively curved and weathered.  In fact, the historic wharf is now a little too weathered and is closed due to deterioration of the piles and woodwork.  Little is left of the freezing works and port which once sent goods by sea.

Hicks Bay wharf

            Ten kilometres south we came to Te Araroa, the small town home to the largest and oldest pōhutukawa tree in New Zealand.  It is said to be around 600 years old.  Once before we had cycled out to the East Cape lighthouse, the most easterly point in New Zealand and the first to see the sun each day, but this time we decided to go by car.  After parking we walked up the '700' steps to the lighthouse.  A man repairing some of the wooden steps told us the number is always changing as the steps are added to and altered.  The last person to count them reckoned it was 795—and it certainly seemed like 795 as we laboured upwards.  It was great to get to the top, enjoy the view and realise we were standing at New Zealand's most easterly point.
East Cape Lighthouse

            We looked for a freedom camping site at Te Araroa and eventually found some waste ground looking out to the Pacific Ocean.  The following day we stayed put as there was a huge storm.  We watched black clouds scud across grey waters as the wind and rain squalls buffeted the bus.  Early the next morning we were awakened by a knocking on the door.  I wondered if it was someone coming to complain about us freedom camping but no, it was just a dreadlocked guy asking if we had a beer for him!  Oh well, even though it was early the storm had blown away and the sun was shining, so we had breakfast and turned southwards to follow the eastern side of the East Cape.
            Our next stop was tiny Tikitiki, where St Mary's Church is a must-see.  Built in the 1920s as a memorial to the locals who died in World War I, its interior is marae-like with carvings, tukutuku panels and painted rafters.  The stained glass windows are all different, the one above the altar is especially impressive.  It shows Christ and two servicemen surrounded by New Zealand flora.  St Mary's was built by Ngāti Porou people under the leadership of Sir Apirana Ngata who encouraged them to restore knowledge of traditional crafts.  The church also commemorates the coming of Christianity to the area.  In the 1820s, a local man called Taumata-a-Kura had been captured and enslaved by a Ngāpuhi war party.  Missionaries in the Bay of Islands taught him literacy and he returned to his home area as a Christian convert. 
Interior of St Mary's Church

            Many unsealed roads lead from the main road to unfrequented beaches and river mouths and, as we travelled south, we explored many of these forgotten roads.  First we checked out the remote and beautiful beach near Rangitukia.  At Ruatoria we left the bus again and went by car to Tuparoa and Reporua beaches.  I wouldn't recommend taking a large motorhome on these two roads.  We had to negotiate several fords at Tuparoa as the road meandered through a wide riverbed.  Both places are worth visiting though.  We walked along the beach at Tuparoa chatting to fisherman trying their luck surf-casting and had a picnic lunch under pōhutukawa trees beside the marae at Reporua.
Waipiro Bay

            Probably our favourite camping place on the East Cape was Waipiro Bay, where we found a freedom camping spot beside the beach.  This is the most northerly beach in Gisborne's freedom or 'summer camping' scheme.  Permits can be purchased at Opotiki, Gisborne and some stores along the way.  Payment is possible on-line but we found phone coverage patchy around the coast.  This beach was so beautiful that we stayed for a few days, doing some strolling about, some driving to Te Puia Springs for ice creams and quite a bit of relaxing.  We hoped to find hot pools at Te Puia Springs but there didn't seem to be any.  I think they were probably connected to the hotel but that appeared to have closed down.
            At Waima, near Tokomaru Bay, we investigated another crumbling wharf.  There were several decaying old warehouses and meat works clustered nearby, giving an indication of the amount of activity there would have been during the wharf's heyday from 1910 to the 1950s.  The New Zealand Shipping Co finally closed its depot here in 1963. 

            Further south, at Tolaga Bay, is East Cape's most famous wharf.  At 660 metres, Tolaga Bay wharf is the longest in New Zealand and reputedly in the Southern Hemisphere.  This amazing feat of engineering was opened in 1929—prior to this, vessels had to be loaded from the beach or from boats operating out of the river.  1936 was the wharf's busiest year with 132 vessels using the facility but its importance declined after World War II.  Like the wharves at Tokomaru and Hicks Bay, improved roads lead to an inevitable decline in coastal shipping.  A charitable trust was formed in 1999 to save the iconic structure and since then and a great deal of restoration work has been done to keep the wharf open.
            Between Tokomaru Bay and Tolaga Bay we took a side road to Anaura Bay, where there is a DOC campground and a motor camp, at what looks like an old school, right on the beach.  We stayed here over Christmas and were among the very few campers—most visitors do not arrive until after Christmas Day.  We spent a few days enjoying the beautiful bay.  We kayaked around Motuoroi Island and did a walk up the hillside, passing a memorial that commemorates the welcome given by local Ngāti Wakarara to Captain Cook and his crew when the Endeavour dropped anchor here in 1769.
Tolaga Bay wharf from the track to Cook's Cove

Cook's Cove

            Captain Cook made his first landfalls in New Zealand at several parts of the East Cape coast.  We walked the picturesque track to Cooks Cove where the crew of the Endeavour spent six days in October of 1769, meeting and trading with local Māori.  Sailors took aboard wood and water while the ship's botanists roamed the neighbouring hills and valleys collecting plant specimens and enjoying the scenery.  Cook took astronomical sights of the sun and moon to establish latitude and longitude for accurate chart making.  Little evidence of this first encounter between the races remains today, though locals long remembered Cook's visit and the well dug by Cook's men was always called 'Cook's Well'.  After that time, many children were named Tupaea, after Cook's Tahitian navigator and interpreter, who was a favourite among the visitors.
            The track to the Cove began near Tolaga Bay wharf and firstly crossed open farmland and light bush.  The views from here were impressive—inland there were the pastured hillsides of the Uawa valley, dotted with sheep and cattle, while to seaward steep cliffs reared up.  The scenery has changed greatly since Cook's time.  He described the hillsides as being wooded, they would have been heavily bush-clad.  After about half an hour the track arrived at a wooden viewing platform.  This was about 125 metres above sea level, and from here we had views down to Cooks Cove.  Beside the viewing platform previous walkers had formed a pathway around a fence to the cliff-top where there were views down to Tolaga Bay with its wharf. 
            The next section of walkway went down through a shady remnant of bush, mostly kānuka.  There was a fairly steep descent in places and there were about 200 wooden steps along the track in the steepest parts.  Eventually, after about another half hour, the track crossed a footbridge and came out onto flats.  To the left there was a short walk to a natural archway through the hillside to the sea beyond.  Captain Cooks botanist, Joseph Banks, described it as a 'most noble arch or cavern through the face of the rock leading directly to the sea'.  He described it as being 'the most magnificent surprise.'  We agreed.

            Just north of Tolaga Bay we came to Kaiaua Bay, where beach horse races are held annually at New Year, an event that dates back to 1876.  We went early and found a place to park.  Soon the area was crowded with horses, riders, and people who had come to watch the event—locals and visitors alike.  Most of the horses were farm horses.  The races were run at around 30-minute intervals over a course of 800 metres or so, the finish line marked by a post in the sand.  I got the feeling that people were taking part in, and enjoying the occasion, as generations of East Capers had done previously—an event to bring the community together for a day of excitement and enjoyment.
            On the way down SH 35 to Gisborne we stayed at several other bays and beaches where 'summer camping' was allowed.  These spots were relatively crowded with holiday makers who were set up for a summer at the beach, though we did find a nice place to park for a couple of nights at Pouawa, not far east of Gisborne.  We drove to look at Whangara, just a few kilometres north of here.  This settlement was the setting and location for Whale Rider, the movie based on Witi Ihimaera's novel.  Both book and movie drew on the legend of Paikea, an ancestor who arrived from Polynesia, not by waka but riding a whale.  The marae's wharenui had a carving of the ancestor Paikea at its apex. 
            Eventually we moved into Gisborne, where we stayed at the Cosmopolitan Club, a POP.  There was much more to see of the east coast but this point marked the end of our road trip around the amazing East Cape.
Captain Cook's statue at Gisborne


Information about places mentioned in this post - correct at time of writing
Cycle Trails
  • ·         Motu Trails

138, St John St, Opotiki
www.motutrails.co.nz
Dunes Trail: 20 km return, 1.5-3 hrs, grade: easy
Motu Road Trail: 67 km, 5-7 hrs, grade: intermediate
Pakihi Track: 44 km, 3-5 hrs, grade: advanced

Walks
  • ·         East Cape Lighthouse Walk

0.6 km, easy (but steep steps to 154 m above sea level)
Access: 22 km from Te Araroa, road mostly unsealed

  • ·         Cooks Cove Walk

www.doc.govt.nz/parks-and-recreation/places-to-go/east-coast/places/tolaga-bay-area/things-to-do/cooks-cove-walkway
5.8 km return, 2 .5 hr, easy: walking track
Access: 128, Wharf Rd, Tolaga Bay

Places to visit
  • ·         St Marys Church, Tikitiki

1889, Te Araroa Rd, Tikitiki
https://nzhistory.govt.nz/media/photo/tikitiki-church-war-memorial

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