Bay of Plenty (of Surprises)

Tauranga, Whakatane, 27.05.2019

We left Tatapouri (land of stingrays) and traveled the highway towards Whakatāne. This is yet another town with a name that is often mispronounced. The "wh" syllable is often incorrectly pronounced as it's written. In Te Reo Māori this represents a hard "ph" sound. This journey meant that we were finally on our route back to Waiuku, where it all began back in March.

Whakatāne is a fairly large coastal town, with an urban population of around 20,000. It sits within the Bay of Plenty (the remedy to Captain Cook's proclaimed "Poverty Bay" in Gisborne) and is named after an

incident during the first Māori settlement here. It is said that after the men went ashore, the great waka (canoe) Mātaatua began to drift in a heavy tide. Wairaka, a chieftainess, shouted "Kia Whakatāne au i ahau", which roughly translates to "allow me to act as a man". She then paddled the canoe, as women were not otherwise allowed to. With the assistance of other women on the boat, the waka was saved. A statute of Wairaka commemorating the heroic deed was erected upon Turuturu rock, where she now guards the river mouth.

We had a good feeling about Whakatāne from the moment we arrived. Approaching from the south, we had (slowly) battled steep inclines in the Vanette to suddenly drop down into the bay - it was quite a sight! The town is clustered along the Whakatāne estuary, with coastal conservation areas protecting the town, where the eponymous river meets the sea. The effect creates a natural harbor right through the centre of town, which can be seen best from the look out point at the top of the old pa (fortified village). Just off the coast is Moutohorā (Whale) Island, which we presume is so named as it is known to have a whalelike shape and stature. I don't see it personally, but it's immensely scenic nonetheless. We knew that rain was due so settled in for a coffee at the local café and heard a rather gruesome story about ah motorcycle accident from a man with a number of steel rods through his arm.

We went for a pleasant stroll around town before heading into a music shop for a chat. The shopkeeper told us that the music scene in Whakatāne is very much in its infancy but in doing so, he suggested that there might be a music scene of some kind! We then soaked up the beautiful views (and a little light rain) from the aforementioned pa, whilst drinking some tea.

That night we stayed at the Awakeri Hot Springs campsite, with the rationale that if it's going to rain, we might as well be in a warm pool. It's the same price as a normal site but with free access to the springs and an attitude of "we don't care when you check out" - perfect! There had been an end-of-harvest party for the kiwifruit pickers that day and a kind local gave us our fill of the leftovers (including some delicious home-baked muffins). Everything was going swimmingly indeed!

The next "town" over is Tauranga. Our route took us there the following day. Now, I'll hold my hands up here and say that I got this one a bit wrong... There have been several moments on this trip where I've suggested we may be going to an actual town, only for us to turn up and see an empty husk of a village, or a small hamlet with a couple of houses and no amenities. This time, I'd learnt my lesson and decided to make no effort to estimate the stature of the settlement.

BIG MISTAKE. BIG CITY. COMPLETELY UNPREPARED.

Tauranga is the fifth largest settlement in New Zealand, and is relatively unknown globally still because this population increase has been rapid and recent. The adjoining town, Mount Maunganui, has been engulfed by the sprawl but manages to maintain an air of cosmopolitan Europe, with an abundance of cafés, restaurants, bars and boutiques. The overwhelming natural feature here is the mount itself,

which is an expansive rhyolite lava-dome formed 2-3 million years ago. Having had plenty of time to cool down, it's mostly used by runners and tourists aiming to gain a panoramic view of the city and seas beyond.

Given our lack of preparation (my bad), we headed to Mount Backpackers and booked a couple of beds for the night. Cities don't make it easy for people like us to stay in vans like ours so we cut our losses. Following a short hike up the mount to enjoy the panoramic views, we spent the evening as Europeans do, sampling said bars and restaurants, and enjoying the buzz of city-life. The evening culminated in an accidental sojourn to Rio De Janeiro via an impressively attended Latin night at the Astrolabe Brewbar - and all on a Tuesday night!

Back at our backpackers accommodation, we found it to be largely populated by those working or looking for seasonal work. It's also almost exclusively populated by those with cheesy feet. We resolved to stay in the van the following evening.

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