Ready to go, this time is for good.
Coromandel Travel Blog› entry 73 of 78 › view all entries
Ok, I arrived in NZ on the 1st and it was now the 21st. Three weeks had gone by and due to various teething problems I had only managed to visited
I stopped in
After lunch I got back in the car and drove up to Coromandel town. Oh, what a fantastic drive! The road hugs the coastline for 30ish km, passing beautiful blue water bays, empty beaches and small towns of a few houses. You drive so close to the edge of the water that sometimes it looks as if you might drive straight off and into the sea.
Coromandel is a charming little town with many sidewalk cafes, art galleries and historical buildings. I spent an hour exploring the place and enjoyed a glass of wine and a hand full of strawberries at the opening of an art exhibition. I contemplated the idea of stopping there for the night, not because I had too much wine (typical!) more so ‘cos it was Friday night and I had spotted the poster for a big music even. However the sun was still high, and I really wanted to press on with my trip, so I decided to carry on to the next town, Whitianga.
Along the way, I stopped to take a photo of the sunset and by the time I got to Whitianga it was dark and late at night. I drove along what I assumed to be the ‘main strip’ and I was drawn to the enticing sounds of Friday night drunken chatter coming from a few bars. I cold have murdered an ice cold pint of larger, however the long drive from Auckland killed my mojo, so I polished off the last economy tin of sardines in tomato sauce (false economy I tell you) and hit the sack, to the tune of a very poor karaoke performance of ‘summer of 69’ playing in the distance.