We finished packing up camp just as the rain started - three more days of the wet stuff are predicted, with another heavy deluge for the west coast of the south island (similar to the March 26 rain storm that resulted in the Waiho bridge near Franz Joseph Glacier being taken out by boulders mobilized by the sudden water force).
In the town of Whangarei, about nine minutes north of Uretiti camp, we stopped for our last laundry load of our trip. Across the street from the laundromat was a fruit and vegetable shop, so Yolanda zipped over to find a "feijoa" to try out. We've been seeing farm stands for the past week promoting "new season feijoa" and were compelled to find out more. For instance, is it a fruit or vegetable? Where is it grown? The shop owner gave Yolanda a feijoa, no charge upon hearing her interest in this food, and told her that feijoa is a favourite fruit of the season on the north island of New Zealand. We found Web sites that describe how to grow, harvest and use the fruit in cuisine. Chutney and salsa are two savory uses; in baking, feijoa can be made into a crumble or loaf (similar to rhubarb); and it originates from South America. Bob declined trying it, so this report is from Yolanda: "Oh yum! It's flavour is a cross between ripe pear and tomatillo, and it smells wonderful, similar to pineapple."
"Hunderwasser House" in Vienna, Austria has a connection with "Train Town", or New Zealand's northland town of Kawakawa, where we passed through April 11 in the late morning. The architect-artist who designed the Vienna apartment complex, which Yolanda specifically visited in 1991 to see his application of "the curve of nature over the straight line", lived the last 30 years of his life in New Zealand and designed a distinctive public building block for Kawakawa. Hunderwasser had been to New Zealand when he was in his early 40s with an art exhibition of his work and eventually moved to Kaurinu, not far from Kawakawa. He became involved in championing Maori community rights and passed away in 2000, age 71. His decorative tilework finishing approach inspired other works in Kawakawa, including a tiled concrete couch, which Bob thinks would be great on our property. Kawakawa is a quaint place to stop, with its centre-of-town functioning antique steam train, and artistic feel throughout.
More cow cud terraces, poop-a-dot fields, and treeless grazing slopes grace the landscape of the New Zealand northland. Mostly, there have been cows in the past few days, where we've mostly seen sheep since arriving in the southern part of New Zealand. We saw kanga-poo-ka-dot fields in Australia, and they were quite pronounced, as the field were parched golden, with green dots. Previously, the northland hills would have been forested, though dwarfed due to the wind.
In the early afternoon April 11 we reached the northern end of the northlands at the turbulent meeting of the Pacific Ocean and Tasman Sea.
There is wheelchair access to the lighthouse at the windy point, and Maori interpretive panels along the pathway. We've been reminded that the Hawaiian word for family is ohana; the Maori say whanau; and we've been trying to weave together many bits and pieces of our time in Australia, New Zealand, Malaysia and Indonesia. We learned at the northern most point of the north island that this is where some Maori spirits apparently return home to their family in Hawaiki. In 2003 at the Polynesian Cultural Centre at the north end of Oahu, we saw our first Maori haka, a similar performance to the spontaneous one we witnessed in Christchurch March 20 to show respect to the Muslim community devastated by the March 15 mosque atrocity. We've read more about the 2,000 unsettled claims arising from the colonial implementation of the Treaty of Waitangi and are reminded of first nations claims in Australia and Canada. The Treaty of Waitangi, which was prepared and passed in about a weeks time about 180 years ago, has two interpretations. The Maori version is about objective governance and land stewardship and the colonial version is about law enforcement and land ownership and transfer. An impossible communication gap seems to be revealed by the Treaty of Waitangi. Though attributed to anthropologist Edward Sapir, Yolanda first heard via the writings of architect Buckminster Fuller that "Language is Culture", and as such, some concepts are not transferable between languages; others transfer beautifully. Speaking diverse languages fluently, one would think, might enable people to celebrate, not just be "tolerant of" diverse cultures. Quite quickly after the signing of the Treaty of Waitangi, it became clear that the Maori expectations of the Treaty were not going to be acknowledged by the tsunami of colonialists. With our Malaysian, Indonesian, Australian, and New Zealand experiences and awareness, we are reminded that we are hoping to make a return visit to Winnipeg to again visit the Canadian Museum for Human Rights, which we first visited on leg two of our bicycle ride across Canada (maybe to also participate in the Winnipeg Tweed Ride). A return visit to the Canadian Museum for Human Rights would be another chance to reconcile some of what we have been exposed to.
We took a chance at the steep road down to Stormy Beach camp and found it safe, though we saw one mini-van was off the road, kept aloft on the cliff by some sturdy, dwarf trees. Later in the evening we found out from the camp host that the accident was the result of an altercation between two day use area visitors. They had zoomed off in two minivans after a fist fight, and almost hit a camper-van before one minivan crashed off the road. The camp host suddenly had to abandon the campsite to coordinate a rescue with the police and was thankful we had walked back to the gate to register, as it would take time to figure out who was and wasn't registered.
We were up early at Stormy Bay Beach camp April 12, and drove the steep road out to make breakfast at a 90 Mile Beach trail head. With the sunrise and rain, there were a few rainbows around, which was pleasant. We realized at breakfast that we have camped at NZ's most northern campsite (Stormy Bay) and most southern (Curio Bay). That's something! 90 Mile Beach was blowing sand into our eyes and mouth, and vehicles were zooming around, so we didn't stay long. We crunched the sand in our teeth as we walked back to the car - yuk. At the Bay of Islands we stopped at the Waitangi Treaty site. We missed the cultural performance, as we were a bit long in the museum and so a few minutes late for the start of the performance, so were not allowed in. The museum is extensive, and we only saw about half. We'll need to get back some time to read and hear more.
Yolanda's birthday dinner was a delicious Indian feast in Auckland. The owner gave a complementary slice of black forest cake, to which Bob added the other two candles from the pack of four we had purchased for his birthday February 22 in Coral Bay on the very beautiful Ningaloo Reef coast in northwest Australia.
Well, as they say, "that's all for now!" We're in transition and headed back to Canada over two days. Springtime in Victoria will be lovely! We'll keep on BLogging as we move through 2019, with an anticipated visit to do some birding in the southern part of the African continent in September and October.