Farewell New Zealand

Return to Picton
One week left in The Land Of The Long White Cloud and we are heading back to Picton to catch the ferry for our return to the North Island. Helen, our Marlborough wine tour guide all of three weeks ago, is playing an acoustic folk set with a number of other musicians - some local, some travelling through - in a little Irish bar called Seamus's. We plan to see her there.
First, though, we call into Nelson on the way. It's a small port city and has been described as ''one of the most liveable cities in New Zealand.'' Can see why. It has the same timber-clad houses as Wellington, many perched high on the hillsides behind. But it is much smaller - a population of around 50,000 - and is the gateway to the Abel Tasman National Park.
Home to the very first rugby match in NZ, we visit the park where that slice of history was made. We note that the Kiwis have got rather good at the sport since that memorable date. The botanical gardens housed in the park is also the geographical centre of NZ - literally its very heart.
Long journey ahead to make it in time to Picton so press on, but stop off at pretty spot called Pelorus Bridge, which has a grisly history. Back in mid-1800s a gang of notorious robbers on their way to do a bank job in Nelson murdered some poor soul here in the woods close to a deep river gorge. One of the gang confessed to the crime and lived to tell the tale, while the other three were hanged in Nelson and their bodies lie in the cemetery there. Happy days!
Back in Picton we enjoy a great night at Seamus's - good food, good banter and good music courtesy of Helen and other assembled folk musicians. Great to see her again - she plays a mean fiddle too.

Napier
10am next day we drive campervan onto ferry for our return crossing of Cook Strait. It's a gorgeous sunny day, with little wind this time around. Make for top deck and three-hour journey to Wellington passes pleasantly. Chris doesn't feel like Nanuka of the North this time around. In fact, she relaxes, taking in the rays.
Decide to push on to Napier on the East Coast - and glad we do. It's the art deco capital of the world. Eat your heart out, Miami. Destroyed by a massive earthquake in 1931 (hundreds lost their lives) Napier and its twin city Hastings some 20k away were rebuilt in the classic art deco style of the period.
Napier, situated on beautiful Hawke Bay, has its own art deco trail which you can follow at your leisure taking in the architecture, some of which is also Spanish Mission and reminds us a little of some of the adobe-type buildings of Santa Fe and Taos in New Mexico (wow, that seems an age away now).

A nation in mourning
Wake to hear dreadful news that 29 coal miners have died in Pike River disaster. Second explosion has ripped through mine near Greymouth on West Coast and workers once thought possibly trapped after first blast now pronounced dead.
The whole of New Zealand is in mourning and thoughts obviously with families of those who lost their lives so tragically underground. Messages of sympathy from all over the world pour in. Announced that there will be a minute's silence before the forthcoming Wales v New Zealand match at The Millennium Stadium in Cardiff, and that the All Blacks will wear white armbands in tribute.
Passed through Greymouth around a week ago, so added poignancy for us. It's a small community where mining provides main source of income and livelihood for many.
It's a sad and sombre day to be in New Zealand. Churches and chapels on both South and North Islands open their doors - it's midweek - for prayer, reflection and quiet contemplation.

Lake Taupo
Make way north to Lake Taupo again (we stayed there on travels down to South Island). Good central stop to base ourselves before moving on to Rotorua. Fine weather and clear visiblity affords us spectacular views of the volcanic peaks of the Tongarino National Park - particularly Mt Ngaurahe (Mt Hood in Lord of the Rings). Head for coffee and free wi-fi at bungy centre and speak to couple around our ages who have done bungy swing (two go together in swing seat rather than a jump) over gorge. Good on them too. Even that looks incredibly hairy. Lots of youngsters going the whole hog and doing full jump. Enjoy watching while safely sipping our coffees. What cowards, eh!
Call into honey centre to watch bees producing it. Tasting sessions too. Delicious. But we can't take any into Australia (our next destination) so we settle for second best - a honey ice-cream each. Not bad either, but not as good as the one you get on the harbour at lovely Aberaeron. Now that's the real deal.

Rotorua
Here we are at the centre of all things Maori - a city dominated not only by culture, but also mudpools, hot springs and geysers gushing 30 metres into the air. The smell of sulphur hangs in the air here.
Not sure if we would like Rotorua. Had thought it might be too commercial for us, but Te Puia - the main centre to experience these natural wonders - is extremely well done. We wander off away from our fellow tourists (lots of camera-clicking, very excited and extremely talkative Japanese) and are able to explore at our own leisure the steaming geysers. All fascinating stuff, especially the mudpools. Locals refer to them as frog pools - the hot mud (near boiling point at between 90-95C) resemble frogs leaping into the air - a kind of synchronised swimming, but a muddy Frogs' Chorus one.
Feel exhausted - heat of day, plus hot springs, mud, geysers and that all-pervading smell of ''rotten eggs'' has zapped us, so head for nearby Lake Rotorua where a gentle breeze does trick and revives us.

Coromandel
Spending our last few days in New Zealand on the Coromandel Peninsula which justs out into the Bay of Plenty, so named by Captain Cook because of its abundance of green vegetation and plant life. Indeed the area feels so tropical, with lush green ferns, verdant hills, forests - and fruit of all sorts. Huge area for kiwi fruit - we stop at kiwi estate on way, sampling the green and less well-known yellow fruit.
Push on to Waihi on north-east coast and stay at campsite near long stretch of white sand beach. Wild and windy, but warm here. Reminds us of Llangennith. Beach stretches some 12k from tip to tip. Furthest end and around bend is pretty Anzac Bay - a cove sheltered from the wind and where a wedding is taking place as we turn into car park overlooking it. Bride and bridesmaids in place and here comes bridegroom and best man. Not your average church wedding then!
Leaving them to their nuptials (we didn't get an invite, must have been the campervan wot did it) we take a steep, steep (are we there yet?) climb up and over the headland which offer glorious views out over the Bay of Plenty.
Around corner lies Matakana Island and in between some of the strongest currents we've seen anywhere. The sea here seems to be moving in several different directions - and with a rapier-like swiftness. Beautful spot, but dangerous with it. There's no way you could venture off this point however strong a swimmer you were. Terra firma is definitely the place to be.

Hot Water Beach
Yes the water is really hot here (around 60C) - and, yes, it's on the beach. Two hours either side of low tide a natural phenomenon occurs over an area of just some 20 feet on this Coromandel bay where volcanic plates underneath the sand heat up. People come here in their droves to dig holes in the sand and then sit in them as the hot water seeps in. All very bizarre.
Being the inquisitive sort, we fancy trying this (it's the only time in NZ we've seen anything resembling a crowd on a beach - Langland and Caswell it's not), so were hire a spade from a local cafe and start digging and digging. We don't have much success with our ''hot spot''. It's cold. But a bit further along those who seems to know what they are doing are entrenched in their own little ''private'' steaming pools.
One guy, hogging a fair bit of space for himself, has actually brought along a saucepan and is showering himself down with hot water from it. John, a bit miffed that he can't get near the hot bits of water most everyone else seem to have found, dubs him Saucepan Sam, though not to his face of course.
In the end we join a crowd of young gappers and are invited into the ''pool'' they have created. It ain't half hot, mum! Great fun - a very social thing to do.
Hot-Beached out, we walk over to lovely, deserted Surfer's Bay. Not a soul about, just a couple of terns going about their business of nesting as the sun goes down. Way in the distance we can see the hot water enthusiasts still frantically digging for their spots.
''Sam'' is probably still applying saucepans of water over his napper. Don't know whether he had shampoo with him or not. John says he is much happier in the cool of Surfer's Bay, but Chris thinks he's secretly jealous of the saucepan man's hot water success.

Hahe
Spending last two nights on Hahe Beach - and we could not have wished for better spot to finish off our NZ adventure. Isolated, white sand beach, with walk to beautiful Catherdal Cove - aptly named. Walk through tropical rainforest, with stops at little coves called Gemstone Bay and Stingray Bay, lead to huge cathedral-shaped arch in rock and white-sand beach gently lapped by turquoise sea. Spend late afternoon back on Hahe Beach - and swim (his last in NZ waters) order of day for John.
Evening spent in church - well The Church, to be precise. Once indeed a church, it's now a quality restaurant. Top food and wine here. What a great way to finish what has been a magical trip to a spellbinding country.
Tomorrow we are heading back to Auckland, dropping off the campervan (goodbye old bus, it's been fun, fun, fun all the way, but we won't be sorry to see some crisp, white sheets again for a night or three) and boarding a flight to Australia.
So farewell New Zealand - a country that has not only lived up to expectations, but exceeded them. We have yet to meet anyone who has a bad word to say about it. Well we know why now - and you can add our names to the long list of admirers of this awesome land.