Heading north again for Hamilton via Wanganui, National Park and Taumarunui, we decided to stop for the night at a POP about half way up the Paraparas. This turned out to be a YMCA adventure camp with a flat camping ground, power and water and even a dump. It was also very pricey so we only stayed one night.

Incidentally the drive north from Wanganui is interesting, with ever-changing scenery. We were unable to drive this road when last in Wanganui as it was impassable in places following heavy rain. As usual because we were towing T5 all the best photographs remained in my mind’s eye … there were very few places to stop on that twisty road.

 The road wound through immrense chalky cliffs (photo taken through windscreen).

On again next day after a quick stop to admire the small but interesting Raukawa Falls……

….. we made good time to Taumarunui, inviting ourselves for a cuppa (and some lovely Scottish pikelets) with David and Marion who looked after Penny for 3 weeks when we were in Australia for my daughter Nic’s wedding last April. Penny knew exactly where she was as evidenced by knowing exactly how to get outside via the side door and deck to retrieve her ball when it was tossed out a window!

Thus fortified we continued on to Hamilton and a new POP on the western outskirts of town. This was a lifestyle block with only one flat space close to the gate and quite a bit of manoeuvring was needed to get T5 into position. The grass had been seeded with pennyroyal or a similar plant and delicious minty smells wafted around us whenever we moved. It reminded me strongly of my flat in Brisbane where I planted the entire little courtyard with Pennyroyal. (All went well until it started to flower and needed mowing). We were welcomed by a large friendly alsatian with marked hip dysplasia, which didn’t seem to slow him down very much!

Patrick and Sylvie arrived next day. Last seen 25 years ago in northern Queensland, they were an important part of my early life with first husband Geoff and baby Nicole in Bowen and on our boat ‘Cornelius’. (Incidentally there is a story about Cornelius on my website nancyvada.me). They sailed with us on the first stage of our circumnavigation of Australia in 1980-81 and were very supportive when Geoff died in 1983. They pitched their tent next to T5 and we had a wonderful evening and next morning reminiscencing. Before parting we all had lunch at the aptly named Three Frogs restaurant in Hamilton. We hope to meet up with them probably in the south island in early April.

The Paeroa Highland Games was beckoning so off we set again to arrive in Paeroa and discover an unusual RV Centre, not as first thought a business with a small hard standing yard behind it as in some other places, but a huge landscaped area managed by a local cooperative of RV owners, with both grassed and hard standing, power if wanted, showers, toilets and washing machines plus a well stocked exchange library. Some inhabitants have been calling this home for over 5 years. We settled into a lovely elevated  spot.

Paeroa is not just the home of the 7m high Big Bottle of L&P, the NZ soft drink originally made from lemons and the local spa water. L&P is of course available everywhere, even in the form of ice-cream! But Paeroa is also known as the Antique Capital of NZ, possibly because of its situation at the junction of 3 highways and surrounded by farmland. Certainly there are a huge number of Antique, Retro and plain Junk shops. One shop in particular was packed to the brim. No matter what you wanted – dolls’ prams, china, crystal, telephones, retro clothing, furs, hats … it was there. Another had a collection of Disney dwarves. The owner of one shop told me she spent hours scraping the paint off the beautiful leadlight windows.

Paeroa was originally a thriving port and has “always had a boating heart”, hence a little maritime museum on the banks of what is now only a little stream although it can still be traversed by small launch. The little launch still takes day trippers.

Anyone know what this is?

On the way to Paeroa I spotted a blueberry farm so one day we drove off to find it again. We didn’t pick our own but did purchase a huge pottle plus some absolutely delicious blueberry icecream, far far better than the over-sweet commercial variety. Even Penny liked it…..

Also spotted on the highway, this sign which someone with a shotgun obviously didn’t agree with.

Returning via the little town of Ngatea we stopped to look at a signboard and were rewarded with an interesting history of the Piako River Scheme, a major flood control project designed to protect the low-lying mostly peat swamp Hauraki Plains and upper Piako. Water is controlled by stopbanks along the river and across the sea foreshore, and ponding areas upstream. There are many floodgate outlets and pump stations including at Ngatea (photo below). The Scheme was built between 1962 and 1979 at a cost of about $76 million in today’s terms.

The Piako River scheme was not the first huge undertaking on the Hauraki Plains..…

Ngatea was originally known as “Orchard” due to many cherry, peach and apple trees, and was a very busy waterway as it was the only highway for the settlers – everything had to be transported by river even the drinking water.  This little town celebrated the start of the new Millenium in a unique way …

Next blog: the Games!

The weather or rather just the wind became progressively worse each day. Caravans and motorhomes rocked and rolled. People started leaving earlier than planned. Some went to Lake Ferry – just as bad there! – others continued all the way back to Lake Reserve at South Featherston so they could visit the Fell museum, which we saw early in our ramblings. A few went directly to Martinborough and the site of the Vans & Vines festivities which were to mark the end of the safari.

W braved one more night at Ngawi with only a few other vans for company …

We too left Ngawi a day early and drove along the shore of wind-whipped Palliser Bay, past eroding cliffs where signs warned us not to stop, then up through the mountains, past the wind farm, and on to the gentler Wairarapa plains. 

We spent two nights at Lake Featherston where we wisely chose to set up away from the shore,  nearer some sheltering trees. We were looking forward to collecting our mail and getting some washing done.

While travelling we use a mail redirection service based in Wellington; it holds all Vour mail until Dave orders it sent to a convenient post office. This has worked very well. The redirection service lets us know when mail arrives at their office and if it sounds urgent we can ask them to open, scan and email. Knowing we would be in the vicinity of Greytown Dave ordered our mail sent there to arrive a day or so previous to our arrival. We rolled up to the small PO – part of a new supermarket complex actually – to be told (very rudely) “WE DON’T DO COURIER DELIVERIES SO IF WE GET SOMETHING WE SEND IT STRAIGHT BACK!”  What?!

Back at the camp Dave spoke to a couple of other NZMCA members and learned that certain POs do not handle anything except stamps and are listed on the PO website (which of course we had not thought to consult). But when Dave checked he discovered that the Greytown PO did NOT have such a restriction according to their webpage. Grrrrrr.

Faced with the option of reordering the mail to be sent to a future destination and not getting it for about 2 weeks, we decided to drive down to Wellington for the day. 42 km as the crow flies but some 72 km over the Rimutakas. This turned out to be a surprisingly good decision. Not only did we collect the mail but we were able to get some chemicals for the caravan toilet, get our internet service sorted out with Vodafone (a surprisingly good deal, we just happened to be in the right place at the right time), and get some much-needed haircuts. Regarding the latter I hate going to strange hairdressers, never knowing if they will be choppers or proper stylists (never mind what they claim) ….. this time Lady Luck was with me and I found a really great one in Upper Hutt. Dave found a barber close by and there was also a cafe where we liked the little gourmet pies so much we bought some more for our dinner. Amazing really as we were heading for ‘home’ again when we decided to turn off at Upper Hutt.

The final day of the Wairarapa Safari was marked by the Van & Vines charity rally sponsored by RV Lifestyle Magazine publishers and some local businesses. Very well organised, it was held in the Martinborough Rugby Club grounds, where dogs are not normally permitted. However with special permission all dogs (and their humans and homes) were in a special section at the end of the park. (A huge number of vans can be seen in the far distance). 

I was asked by the editor of RV Lifestyle to write a short piece about the weekend. Here it is. At this point in time I don’t know if it is actually going to be published.

We were literally blown into the Vans and Vines event at the end of a wonderful Wairarapa Safari which took us from Castlepoint to Cape Palliser and various places in between. (photos?) After rocking and rolling the previous few nights a more sheltered site was appreciated. We knew we were heading for the Dog House – just joking – and appreciated the persistence of RV Travel Lifestyle in negotiating with the Martinborough Council to allow dogs into Coronation Park. This involved a temporary amendment to the dog control bylaw and placement of a temporary fence to separate us dog lovers from all the other event participants. 

Not that we or the dogs minded. There was plenty of space for doggy walks, doggy meet-and-greets and other doggy doings. It meant we were considerably closer to the Fair if not to the Van & Vines event centre. During Happy Hour all the dogs seemed happy guarding their respective vans while in eyesight of each other while their owners were happy elsewhere. 

We were very well fed over the weekend. First the Friday night complimentary dinner sponsored by Premier Beehive, Fresh Choice Greytown and Tui; then Saturday night’s Junior Rugby Club fundraiser. Then to top it off Sunday morning’s breakfast of wonderful paua fritters, bacon and more chorizo sausages. So many sausages were given out as raffle prizes and other hand-outs, I wonder if there was a single caravan/motorhome without some.  

Not having to cook perhaps made people extra generous, the array of donated food for Cancer research was awesome. (Everyone was asked to pose behind the mountain of food for a group photo which will be in the magazine). 

Saturday morning the Fair was in full swing when we arrived, Penny the foxie in tow. We humans were impressed by the number and diversity of stalls and other humans, Penny much less so. Particularly when she was trodden on. Not really a place for small dogs but she did manage to meet a few others nonetheless. She did enjoy the wonderful smells at the dog food and bedding stall.

There was a bewildering variety of stalls – clothing, crafts, food. I bought some earrings and Dave couldn’t resist the sight of the Twisted Chips. One potato made for a great many ‘chips’ which we all enjoyed, Penny included. We did not try out the curry goat – maybe next time! 

After Sunday’s paua fritter and chorizo breakfast we packed up and took off heading north towards Hamilton with no fixed stop in mind apart from a whistle stop with David and Marion Johnston, Penny’s “other parents”. David took a photo which is now on the Clan Johnston webpage. We planned to meet my old friends from Bowen Queensland on the Tuesday.

After 3 nights at windswept Tora it was back to Martinborough for supplies and then to Ngawi, a tiny fishing village at the south eastern corner of Palliser Bay right down at the southern tip of the north island.

We were all camped in an open paddock close to the beach and the wind was so strong for the whole of our stay that most caravans/motorhomes left a day early.

We did not attempt to climb the steps to Cape Palliser Lighthouse, we would’ve been blown away……

……. but we did visit the nearby large seal colony twice. It was wonderful to be able to get so close and I could have spent hours sitting there watching the young seals playing unconcernedly although the adult seals were aware of our presence.

A mob of surfie seals were riding the waves, waiting for the big one …. 

At other times of the year penguins are a road hazard.

Ngawi is an extraordinary place with a large number of rusting bulldozers all lined up along one side of the main street which is also the beach front. It’s said there are more bulldozers per head of population than anywhere else.

Apparently there is no more fishing this season, the quota for paua, crayfish and cod has been reached. Anyone want to buy a fishing boat, bulldozer and boat cradle? Elsewhere we have seen old tractors being used, but at Ngawi ithas to be bulldozers apparently, as there is no wharf and the beach can be very rough as well as steep.

The dark grey shaley sand was very clean apart from multi-coloured seaweed. The reds and greens of the sea lettuce were such an enticing and realistic green.

Ngawi has also had its share of shipwrecks. The best known is probably the 1116 ton iron-hulled Zuleika which foundered on Good Friday April 16 1897. Eight of the drowned crew were buried in a single grave now marked by a memorial which also notes the deaths of another 4. Of the 21 men on board 10 including the Captain survived. There is an excellent newspaper article about the wreck in the Evening Post of 21 April 1897, which can be found at www.paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/

Another notable wreck was the Ben Avon which ran aground on 11 November 1903. She sailed straight in during the night in thick weather. The pilot died (from shock?) but the Captain and crew managed to get into a lifeboat and landed seven miles away from the wreck.  On the 13th November the Ben Avon was still upright, sails flapping idly in the wind, her holds full of water. She broke up soon after. (http://www.divenewzealand.com/index.asp?s1=diving&s2=lower%20north%20island&id=76)  The Captain was severely castigated in a court of enquiry – he should not have put all trust in the pilot – but was allowed to keep his certificate.

This is the cove where it happened.

After a few days at Pongaroa the Safari moved back to Greytown and then south east to Tora on the coast. Along the way … some more wind vanes.

We had not been there before and did not know what to expect. After what seemed a very long drive on narrow twisty roads and over a mountain range (photo above) we came to what looked like a holiday camp called Tora, but no sign of any other caravans/motorhomes (there should have been at least 50 ahead of us) and also no sign of the coast so we pressed on – and on – and finally reached the coast but still no sign of other humans for several more km, then suddenly there everyone was in a paddock beside the sea.

The coastline was very rocky with curious fine layered shale rocks with sandstone inclusions and limpid pools at low tide. The limpets were enormous.

It was paua (abalone) country judging from the number of shells lying around plus the number of NZMCA members poking around the pools at very low tide, plus lobster country as we watched a fishing boat checking on lobster pots twice a day.

Local fishing boats are hauled out by bulldozer rather than tractor …

Not a good coastline to founder on as a nearby shipwreck attested. Entrance channels to little bays were well marked.

Yet despite its remoteness there were quite a few baches and large holiday homes scattered about. With magnificent views.

We spent several days there enjoying the ambience.

Penny had a lovely time with another foxie named Lucy with a very sweet nature. She was a standard size so a little bigger than Penny who is a so-called miniature. For some reason the breeder clipped the top of Lucy’s tail. I think Penny’s looks more aesthetically pleasing yet it used to be the custom to only leave a stump

Arriving at Pongaroa we had no idea where the Domain was … ask at the pub? But then we espied what could only be another retired caravanning couple (they always seem to have an ummistakable air of elan), who simply waved us onwards – “Keep going!” and just out of town we foiund the Domain already half full of the usual huge collection of motorhomes and caravans. More arrived over the next few hours. Since we’d been in Pongaroa before and explored the main attractions, this time we took it pretty easy with just walks with Penny, some baking and dinner the last night at the local pub which had a reputation for awesome food.

The restaurant was fully booked for an early sitting so we settled for a late sitting at 7.30 pm. We arrived on the dot and ordered at the bar, as is the custom there. After waiting some 10 minutes while our table was vacated we were shown into the dining room, where we waited … and waited …. after 50 minutes one of the bar girls came in to check whether I had ordered the seafood chowder or seafood basket??! – our order had been sitting on the bar all that time. However, the kitchern must have worked fast as 10 minutes later our food finally arrived with many apologies and the offer of free drinks. We’d already had plenty so asked for free desserts instead, but unfortunately for us it transpired they’ d run out of vanilla icecream for the affogato I coveted and only had sickly sweet blueberry ripple icecream!

We joined about 40 members for a mini-sfari through the famed Akito station, now run by a fifth generation family member. The 5-triangled entrance sign represented the 5 generations.

Perched on the cliffs overlooking the ocean, with some extensive pine forest as well as hilly grazing, it was supposed to be a memorable trip. So it was but not for the usual reasons. Mist!! For most of the transverse of the station and particularly along the cliff top it was difficult to see more than a metre in front. 

Initially it was not too difficult. The windswept Akito beach with its huge piles of driftwood and interesting rainbows in the spume bubbles made a good stop for morning tea. Hoof prints showed we had just missed a horse having some jumping practice.

Then on past the entrance to Marainanga Station with the beautiful old homestead visible from the road (visits by appointmernt only)……

…..and a little further on we all assembled on the site of an old airfield where a tattered windsock still waves forlornly in the wind.

A member of the Akito ruling family gave an interesting talk finally curtailed by increasing rain (“Don’t worry it’s only Scotch mist!”). And off we all set uphill into heavy mist which only dispersed on the lower reaches where it was possible to take photos of the extensive pastures and nearby beaches.

After leaving Akito Station the road continued for some way beside the coast.

Spotted on a nearby hill; a lovely little blue caravan.

We revisited the tiny little settlement of Herbertville but discovered access to Cape Turnagain (lovely name!) was not possible. Named by Captain James Cook in 1769, he sailed south to this point before deciding to turn and head north around NZ. It is a prominent headland part way betrween Hawkes Bay and Cook Strait.

A little further back towards Pongaroa a lonely memorial caught our attention; it commemorated the lives of the Herrick family who lived there at Tautane “… in splendid isolation” in the early 1900s. It noted that “Transporting wool was one of the many challenges presented by farming in such a remote location. This had to be taken by lighters from a jetty at Cape Turnagain to a waiting coaster to be shipped. “

Another day we left T5 sitting in the middle of the rugby field and drove to Dannevirke where we found a good laundrette and excellent library and did some shopping. Along the way it was interesting to see a new pine plantation on the steep banks bordering a stream, while the flatter land above was kept for grazing.

Day 5 of the Safari we all congregated again on the rugby club pitch at Carterton. It was very hot and very crowded as the safari was joined for the occasion by local NZMCA members for a rally.

We did not take part in the main rally events but we did pay nearby Stonehenge Aotearoa a visit. “A window into the past where the visitor can rediscover the knowledge of their ancestors. It incorporates ancient Egyptian, Babyonian, Celtic and Polynesian star lore.” Hmmmm. Interesting enough but not particularly gripping. Before inspecting the modern concrete edifice we were asked to watch a 5 minute video. Not captioned, of course, so afterwards we suggested that be done, and ‘they’ were surprised, they’d been thinking of captioning in German, French, etc but in English ….?? Of course no script of the AV was available either. Such a contrast to our visit to Hobbiton.

On the hill just above this fake Stonehenge was a ruined house – what happened to it? It must have once been substantial, with fabulous views over the countryside towards Carterton. My ideal location.

Spotted in a paddock near town – at first I thought the dogs were real. They are all metal cut-outs.

Wisely perhaps we did not revist Carterton’s Schoc chocolate shop (“85 flavours, from classic strawberry and caramel to lime/chilli or smoked tea!”. The heady aroma would have been enough to make us buy and buy …..

But we did have breakfast at the Wild Oats cafe in the main street. Dave as usual went for the Full Breakfast [an outright lie!!!  I usually have the Eggs Bendict!!!!](I have no idea how he manages to scoff it all). My occasional sinful treat of pancakes with blueberries and maple syrup was a hundred times better than the so-called pancakes at Taupo. Fresh home-made bread was also available. We’d go back there any time.

The next camp was up at Mangatainoka just north of Pahiatua. On the way we resisted the urge to revisit the Mount Bruce Sanctuary (it was nowhere near kaka feeding time) but did turn off to investigate what was advertised as a model railway and a cheese factory. Now THOSE were interesting!!

The railway is the work of one man who was operating it at the time we were there….

…. said to be the most extensive model railway in NZ. I have only seen one better, on the Sunshine coast in Queensland. In quite a few places there were signs saying “This is going to be ….” etc. etc. so it is going to continue being developed for years.

The cheese was what really captured my attention though. Cwmglyn Farmhouse Cheese made by Biddy Fraser-Davies …. she was the subject of a very interesting segment on Country Calendar a few years ago. As the milk is not pasteurised she has had to jump through all sorts of hoops to be permitted to sell her cheese. It won a high award at the World Cheese Awards 2013, the only NZ entrant. And it has been been served no less a person that the young Prince George.

These two signs will tell the story – they were in different parts of the building. We can both attest to the fact that the cheese from one particular cow tastes different to that from a mix of 3 cows’ milk. We bought some cheese from Isobel – lovely and creamy and full-flavoured. We did not see Isobel herself, she was “up on the hill” but we did see one of the calves which will be future milk and cheese producers.

On the way out Dave spotted an old motorised Railway Jigger. My father was a Ganger on the Railways and had to do a track inspection every Saturday and I was allowed (unofficially of course) to go with him when I was 5 or 6. When I started doing this the Jiggers were propelled by hand but then the motorised version came along so it was much less work AND much faster so I was ALWAYS happy to go out on one of them so to see one sitting in the yard at the model railways brought back quite a few memories!!   

A little further on a roadside monument caught our attention. It marked the site of a former Polish Children’s Camp which existed from 1944 to 1949.

A nearby signboard in both Polish and English tells that the land was once part of the Pahiatua Racecourse, established in 1901. Soon after Pearl Harbour, it was converted to an internment camp for foreign nationals, who remained there for two years. It then became a home for 733 Polish Children and 105 accompanying adults, who made the site their home for 5 years. when the childrens’ camp was officially closed in 1949, the camp was converted into a Displaced Persons camp and remained so until 1952 when the camp was finally closed and the buildings sold for use  as barns, halls and beach cottages. The land reverted to farm land.

733 children and an unknown number of displaced persons who had become stateless as a result of boundary changes in Europe after WW2. I wonder how many of them now look back on this place with fond memories. [Dave: Quite a lot because they built the statuary as a reminder of their time at the camp].

Here’s a photo of our next stop on the banks of the Mangatainoka River next to the famed Tui Brewery. We are in the foreground, with the awning out. Established 1889 by Henry Wagstaff, who was smitten by the pure waters of the river. Actually it’s almost all motorhomes in the photo, caravans were supposed to go to the brewery car park but we were not informed, so were routed to the front place next to the roadway but with a nice rustic-y view of tall grass rather than lots of other motorhomes, which suited me and Penny – she because the long grass provided endless hunt-the-ball fun!

The NZMCA had arranged special brewery tours for us; I don’t know if these were truncated versions of the real thing but neither Dave nor I were particularly impressed. It seems we also picked the wrong day as all the bottling with thrilling sights of endless clunking convey belts was done on Thursdays and it was only Monday! A normal tour includes tasting 6 different types of beer but we were only offered one. I’m far from a beer drinker, but at least we both appreciated the generous ploughman’s platter ($18) at the cafe.

We left Penny in the well-ventilated ute parked in deep shade while we did the tour, and on return discovered she had chewed through her third seat belt harness, or rather the part that secures the harness to the seat belt attachment. She can roam from one side of the back seat to the other but not get into the front seats – usually! Instead of buying yet another full harness this time we took the two ends to an old-fashioned upholsterer’s shop in Pahiatua and the youngish guy there soon fixed us up with a repaired lead covered with some strengthening fabric …. any bets on how long it takes Penny to get through it??

I have now “published’ this blog 3 times and been forced to edit it – too many typos, too much of a hurry …. I hope it is all now intelligible.

The day after the Airshow and following a lovely lunch with Dave’s cousin Judith and her husband Les we joined 85 other caravans and motorhomes for a 19 day safari around the Wairarapa. Organised by the Wairarapa branch of the NZMCA, these safaris have apparently been very succesful in the past. In order to avoid major traffic disruption on the narrow highways and even narrower minor roads, we do NOT travel in school crocodile formation, but well spread out over a full day. The plan is to stay at 8  different places, some in normal campgrounds and some out in the wilds.

Our first camp was near  Castlepoint or rather in a paddock opposite the Whakataki hotel; we had stayed in the hotel grounds for several days soon after the start of our Circumforaneous ramblings. It was nice to be back!

There was no sign of Penny’s little friend Ferrari, but there were several other dogs  including a 3-legged ‘Bandit’ and two fox terriers on the safari. Once again we battled strong winds on the climb to the lighthouse, and noted various changes in the lagoon area where the sand has been shifted around especially on the seaward side.

\The second night at Whakataki a large flock of sheep were kept overnight  in a nearby paddock, and the constant barking of the sheepdogs set Penny off, resulting in a doorknock at about 2 am – could we please keep our dog quiet? This has never happened before, at least as far as we know. Penny is very swift to tell us about strange noises outside, eg our neighbour fiddling with his gas bottle (!) but not about her own barking.

Next day we all shifted to Glenburn, a station further down the isolated South eastern coast of the north island. Only about 60- km from Masterton and through some very varied country, especially the up-and-down kind. Fortunately all but the last 15 kn of very narrow and occasionally very steep and winding road was surfaced.

After the interminable steep hills it was amazing to suddenly break out on the coast and see the lovely flat land fringing the coast!

Here’s some of the mob. We were parked on the far side with a nice view…

While there we paid a visit to an old Gibb Family bach which Dave remembered with some difficulty as the sea has encroached greatly and even taken over the former long drop (pictured – the little pile of stones). Once again Dave bemoaned our lack of a boat. But I do not think the launching of a lightweight collapsible boat would have been easy or even wise from that shore. Such boats are mainly for lakes and quiet rivers. 

The rockhounds among us found many good specimens in the bed of a nearby stream, fortunately reduced to a trickle while we were there.

The climbers among us on the other hand simply went up and up …. Dave and Penny among them. (Two tiny little dots at the top of the hill .. that’s Dave and one of the other men, Penny was with them but invisible at that distance.)

We thoroughly enjoyed this famous air show in company with thousands of others. As I said in the previous blog there was a special huge parking space available for motorhomes and caravans which meant we did not have to put Penny in Pet Care for the three nights we were there. Graeme and Barbara offered to dog sit a few times so we could go over to the main area to check out various displays. Other times we sat up near the fence with umbrellas.

The weather was at times threatening but remained hot and mostly sunny but unfortunately also rather windy so the oldest aircraft could not fly on the last day. The wind  made interesting patterns to the smoke trails left by the formation or stunt flyers.

The Army was there in force. Whatever the fascination is with old army vehicles it is still alive and kicking! They can even provide shade for a picnic.

in particular, there were Bren gun carriers. 33 of them, of which 27 managed to trundle a complete circuit of the airfield and create a new world record.

There were models of two very early New Zealand aeroplanes – Richard Pearse’s and the Pither – plus a number of vintage planes from Peter Jackson’s collection.  I’m glad I took photos on the first day as they could not be flown on the second due to the wind.

Here’s an interesting cloud formation.

And some of Dave’s planes….. 

Labelled with special neck tags, we were able to enter and leave the large park at will, so once established on our site we made a beeline for the nearest laundromat and then library, one of the first we have encountered on our travels which charges for power use. By then I was desperate to get my computer properly fired up and send off a couple of blogs!

On our last day in Masterton we enjoyed a lovely lunch with Dave’s cousin Judith and husband Les, who said they had just installed a new washing machine “especially for us”. I gave it a good workout – many thanks, J & L! Penny behaved very well towards their three cats. She has not yet met a friendly feline since we left the chestnut orchard in Christchurch, but is always hopeful. Laden with clean washing and garden produce we finally set off to join the NZMCA-organised Wairarapa Safari at Castlepoint.

On to Eketahuna for one night, ready to make the final hop to Masterton and get to the showgrounds early for the famous Wings Over Wairarapa airshow. The organisers have made a special parking space available for motorhomes and caravans, which means we will be able to see the show in comfort and Penny does not have to go to a commercial kennels for 3 nights.

The Eketahuna Club provides a nice flat POP site with water and a dump station, an ideal location for travellers on the road from Rotorua or Taupo down towards Wellington. The clubhouse is an interesting old building with a photo of not the Queen but the Queen Mother in the foyer and a beautiful richly furnished billiards room with wood panelled walls. The popular dining room served good fish and chips. Luckily the Clubhouse  appeared to have been undamaged in the earthquake which struck the region a year or so ago.

This photo above shows Graeme and Barbara’s caravan next to ours. If a new number plate is issued every one minute in NZ (actually I have no idea, just making this up) then G&B in Tauranga bought their vehicle just 23 minutes before we bought ours in Christchurch!

While based at Eketahuna we visited the Pukaha Mount Bruce sanctuary, home of the unique white kiwi Manukura and various endangered birds, plus some tuataras and gheckos. It was difficult to see the kiwis as their nocturnal house was even more dimily lit than any other kiwi house I have visited. However, the white kiwi certainly stood out amongst the gloom! Apparently not an albino but the result of the parents both carrying a rare recessive gene, Manukura is now a big girl who is hoped to mate with her brown male companion before too long. Her name is a very old and noble one meaning ‘of chiefly status’. She was hatched at Pukaha; her parents came from Little Barrier Island. Her hatching made world-wide news and even now she has her own Facebook page.

We arrrived at the sanctuary right on Kaka feeding time, and the girl at the desk kindly directed us straight to the feeding area via a ‘Staff only’ entrance. Kaka are large birds and it was a little alarming to be dive-bombed by several as we entered the area! Although endangered, there are over 140 wild Kaka flying free at Pukaha.  As usual both Dave and I could not stop taking photos.

A Kaka breeding ‘nest’ ….

The sanctuary has several large aviaries containing at risk or endangered birds – the Stitchbird, Kokako, Kakariki etc. The aviaries are huge and it was a pleasure to walk along the trails within native bush. At one place we spotted a young rabbit and were later told that it was a good sign that there were no stoats and ferrets around.  The sanctuary is surrounded by a predator-proof fence, of course.

Next day, on to Masterton via the chalky cliffs of Vinegar Hill and the winding Rangitikei river. We stopped at Stormy Point to take in the incredible views. The notice board said “Stormy Point lookout offers you the chance to view one of the best preserved sequences of river terraces in the world…..”  

And off we go again ……

The Taupo Riverside Market on Saturday was wonderful, we stocked up with lots of fruit and vegs and I also bought a family history book by a local author which has since proved to be interesting reading – certainly not your usual family history. If we are back in Taupo one day I’d like to meet her!

Taupo does not have any suitable dump points for large caravans like ours so we went to one down at the south end of the lake, at the boat harbour. The view from  that end is quite different.

Then south again heading for Feilding via dandelion-rich fields, pine forests and finally the Desert Road (for non-Kiwis, it’s a sort of tundra desert, certainly not like the golden sandy deserts of Arabia). Mt. Ruapehu and the other mountains came closer and closer, Ruapehu with some snow of course and Mt.Tongariro steaming fairly gently. It truly is a thermal landscape. (Photos shot through windscreen so not really sharp). 

Half way to Waiouru the weather suddenly closed in despite predictions for another fine day.

We stopped off at the Army Museum at Waiouru to deliver some more knitted and crocheted poppies, and by good luck met the co-ordinator of the project and were shown 4,000 of the 11,000 or so poppies which have been donated so far. They aim to get 18,166, one for every NZ serviceman and servicewoman who died in WW1. Among the thousands of poppies are a few white ones, representing the Chinese who served in the NZ Army, white being their colour of mourning.

Also at Waiouru we saw a scale model of a WW1 Western Front battlefield, which is proposed to be built as part of our commemorations fo the centenary of WW1. It was designed with the help of Sir Peter Jackson and is scheduled to open in 2016 in paddocks at the back of the museum. Here are some photos of the scale model showing the incredible detail. I do wonder though how the very muddy trenches will be represented in the full scale model. Surely not with real mud.

At Feilding we joined up with Graeme and Barb and spent 2 nights at a POP in the grounds of the Coachhouse Museum. I missed exploring this museum but Dave said it was wonderful. We spent several hours at the Feilding Library and at last I was able to get off several blogs all at once, with another almost ready.

The traverse of Manawatu Gorge next day was quite different without the strong wings that buffeted us last time. Parts of it reminded me of the Taieri Gorge railway near Dunedin. The wind vanes on the hilltops were quiet.