Coromandel Travel Blog› entry 5 of 25 › view all entries
We took quite a while to get down to Coromandel Town and got to a really weird little hostel in a very "different" sort of town! The drive down was in some pretty bad conditions (rain) and we listened to the funeral of Sir Ed Hillary, which was on most radio stations. We didn't realise how esteemed he was in his home country and all the work that he did for Nepal.
As we had started to become accustomed, nearly everywhere in the town was shut and there were no people wandering the streets!
The next day we found the random attraction of a guy called Barry Beville, a hermit potter who built a train track in his 50 something acres (initially to allow him to transport clay and wood from up in the woods), but turned it into a tourist attraction. We were a bit sceptical, but it transpired to give fantastic views of the Coromandel and really was an impressive feat of engineering, even though we were concerned that he had built it entirely on his own and by his own admission, often having already drunk large amounts of red wine - there were some very high bridges as well!
We snaked across the winding roads to the other side of the peninsular to Whitianga, which offered some of the best beaches and shoreline that we have seen so far in NZ.