More Bungling around in Coromandel

Trip Start May 07, 2003
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Trip End Sep 05, 2005


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Monday, March 22, 2004

I was just thinking about how much I was missing my old friend Bungle, when there was a "beep beep". There was a text from those terrible English birds I had been cavorting with in the South Island. Somehow they had driven Bungle up in one piece all the way from Queenstown and had now requested the pleasure of my company just across the water from Buckland. I'd heard it was pretty nice up there, and seeing as I'd managed to get a hold of the company car keys on Friday afternoon, off I went. After picking up the foulest smelling, geeky, "I'm a robotics expert" hitchiker from Minesotta, and promptly kicking him out as soon as I could, I made it to Coromandel.

It was as though I had never left Kat and Emma, for within 5 minutes of meeting up we were already throwing things of increasing size at each other, plotting the most embarassing practical jokes and generally just ripping the absolute piss. It was great to be back in the company of Bungle, if only for a few days. Whether they could put up with my flatulence again for that long was another matter entirely.

We headed up to the remote, northern tip of the peninsula. No sealed roads, full of pot holes, very few people and absolutely stunning coastal scenery. Deserted pebble beaches, and dark blue seas. Right away from it all. We got to the campsite that night, after dusk. There was a beach right on the campsite and I had got my hands on a bottle of voddie before leaving Buckland - we had to have a bonfire. I left the birds to their duties in the kitchen and went off to get some firewood. After much searching I got a sizeable bundle of dry wood and we all gathered round for dinner and spooky stories of horrors on dancefloors. Before we knew it, all manner of people were coming up to us and commenting on our great idea, warming them selves by the flames. Seems that fires are actually banned on most of these beaches, outlawed a few years back. Apparently all this land is due for development and a few more years from now, all there'll be is extortionate chalets to stay in. No more fun for tramps like us then eh!

The next day, our plans for waking before dawn to see the sunrise at Cathedral Cove having been scuppered by that Voddie, we refreshed ourselves in the certainly none too warm sea and headed off for said cove. When we got there at midday, it was quite busy. Deservedly so however, it was really gorgeous. White cliffs and rocks sculpted by the sea, a cathedral-like passage to another beach, and a white pinacle beyond.

Then to finish the day off, off doon to "Hot Water Beach". Where you can lie in a hot pool, in the sand on the beach. It's actually a volcanic hot spring, which comes out through the sand at low tide. You just gotta dig yersel a wee hole and hey presto, a hot bath!

Unfortunatley I had to head home last night

... and now I'm back at my fucking desk. How wierd.

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Tom
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