Road to Port Waikato in the mist

The maori name for New Zealand is “Aotearoa” which means “land of the long white cloud”.New Zealand is renowned for its green,fertile countryside. The reason it is so green is it gets lots of rain. We were very lucky to have the sunny weekend and the BBQ on the beach, but now, two days later, the rain has set in. We cannot let the weather stop us exploring. So after the BBQ on the beach at the mouth of the Waikato river we now decided to drive along the road to Port Waikato on the estuary of the river.

The soft rain cloaks the hills in mist. The road winds along beside the Waikato river. Farms nestle in the valleys. Much of this area is Māori land and we pass a couple of very well maintained “Pa’s” or meeting houses

Maori carving

The Māori carvings are fearsome looking but beautiful in the detail

As we were taking photos a young Māori man comes over to see what we are doing. “You must ask permission to enter here, it is sacred land” he said. We told him we had not seen any one to ask { he had come from a cottage across the road…} but we will in future be aware of that.

He was very softly spoken and told us a little of the history of the Pa, and said it was ok to take photos for our own use.

Further along we passed dedicated fishermen wrapped in their yellow wet weather gear casting from the bank.

We had to stop for a photo session when we saw a derelict, abandoned fisherman’s “bach”. It was built out over the bank and above the river. It must’ve been a very damp and cold place to live. It had a small orchard of peach and apple trees both with a very good crop, but not ready for picking yet.

Finally we reached Port Waikato, the name sounds as though it would be a busy, bustling, commercial township, on the contrary it was a sleepy fisherman’s village with many of the small cottages having a “tinny” parked up alongside the four-wheel drives.

This was the end of the drive so in the pouring rain we dashed inside the only small café we could find, “Kaos Cafe”, for a coffee and home-baked date scone. The rain stopped as we drove back home so we were able to take more photos…


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2 thoughts on “Road to Port Waikato in the mist

  1. Port Waikato was very quiet and sleepy the day we visited maybe because it was pouring with rain…


  2. At Port Waikato we changed buses, because the next 10km was all dirt/gravel road. It seemed bustling to a child, but I’m told its one palce that has changed very little.


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