WEDNESDAY, 30th November
I thought my holiday was over, but there was something missing and the trip to the Coromandel peninsula and then my last day in Auckland became a satisfying closure, which gave me in some way peace about the fact that it was really the end of my awesome down-under journey.
I went to the city centre too early, because I thought the Immigration Office opens at 7 am, but actually they open at 9:30 am. I just looked at wrong hours on the Internet. I had to wait for over an hour so I went to the Starbucks for a morning coffee and to plan my trip out of Auckland. It’d be my first time when I drive on a highway in a such big city. I haven’t even driven on the roads like that in Poland!
A lady behind the counter at the Immigration Office listened to my story, checked out my files and said that there had already been something written and I had two options: either show my plane ticket or apply for a new visitor visa. The visa thing was very tempting, because I could stay maybe one more week, month or maybe even three months, but I had no money left and I didn’t want to borrow from my dad anymore. And I thought it was time for me to go home. I showed her my ticket and all was sorted.
I rented a car from Omega for two days, $49 per day with free insurance which meant that if something happened, I paid $1000. I could have paid extra $20 per day and the rental would cover everything, but it was an economic trip, so I took the risk again and hoped nothing bad would happen. Luckily, it didn’t.
Omega rental cars had their office on Beach Rd in the city centre, which was a big advantage. Most of the rentals had their pick up point at the airport. I took SH1 to get out of Auckland as quickly as possible and behind Bombay turned left to road no. 2 and then no. 25 towards Thames. But I didn’t start exploring the Coromandel from the west coast but, as I had been advised by a shop assistant from one of the shops on Queen St, from the east. I left sunny Auckland and the closer the peninsula the more cloudy it was. I hadn’t booked any hostel. I had thrown away my BBH book with phones and maps in Wanganui, because I hadn’t thought I’d use it again and I didn’t have much credit left on my phone card. I wanted to stay in Whitianga, so I decided to go there first to find a hostel and reserve a bed and it was again a good move, because when I came back later in the evening, it was all booked. It was about 2 pm when I checked in at On the Beach Backpackers Lodge.
I also went to the iSite to find out the hours of low-tide and what would be the best time to go to the Hot Water Beach and Cathedral Cove. I was informed that the low-tide was between 4 and 8 pm that day and Hot Water Beach is the safest to visit during 2 hours in the middle of the low-tide. So after taking a short nap at the hostel, borrowing a spade from the reception and grabbing fish & chips in the town centre, I went back to Hahei to use my swim suit for the first time since I came to New Zealand.
Hot Water Beach. It was basicly a bunch of adults digging holes in the sand and then lying in them. I joined in. I found an abbandoned pool, dug a bit more and sat down to warm up my bum.
When I got bored and saw the Ocean destroying my pool, I went to dress up and head north to the Cathedral Cove. It was getting late anyway, the sky was getting clearer and I was hoping to have a nice light when I arrive there to take some good pictures. From the car park, I had to walk for a while. An information board said that it would take me about 45 minutes, but I walked for 30 min without derailing to any of the bays on the way.
the view on Cathedral Cove from the track; it’s behind that tall white rock on the left
It was really beautiful and I was so happy I had the chance to be there thanks to the Heathrow workers. 😀
Going under the arch was forbidden, because of the falling rocks and there were wires or ropes spread across making like a gate, but they didn’t stop me from going through anyway.
I think I know who destroys this place out of jealousy. They’ve got Urulu / Ayers Rock and they can’t stand that New Zealand has something amazing as well. They left their mark. That beige shape reminds me Australia!
I was struck by the beauty of the sail rock
Visiting Cathedral Cove in the evening in the middle of the week had this advantage that there were no people over there!
I was back in Whitianga when it got dark. Chatting with some girls from my room, I felt like a veteran at the end of my journey. I’ll have to go back to my first notes from New Zealand and compare myself from 3 months ago with myself after.