A Touch of Paradise (Waiheke, New Zealand)

What is that dear reader? You are questioning the title of this post on the grounds that John Farnham is not a Kiwi. Really? Well, I understand that the Kiwis have claimed pavlova and flat white are their inventions and that Russell Crowe, Sam Neil and Richard Wilkins are all Kiwis. And that Phar Lap is one of theirs too. So if they can claim all of those Australian icons they might was well have Farnham as well, so that makes the song a Kiwi song. Glad we have that sorted.

Auckland disappearing in the distance

Waiheke Island is a 35 minute ferry ride from Auckland. It is known as wine island because of the number of wineries situated there. Mind you there is also a distillery and a couple of craft breweries. Not to mention the numerous restaurants and cafés as well as a wine centre that stocks wares from all the island wineries and additionally an international representation. 

Today was, as the title suggests, a touch of paradise. It was one of those days where everything just fell into place. We didn't rush out at first light. We woke up and got ready and decided to have breakfast at the quay. A leisurely 15 minute stroll had us arrive 10 minutes before the next ferry departed for Waiheke. Timing. Breakfast was postponed. It was straight onto the ferry.

The Harbour Bridge

You don't get a complete understanding of the amount of water surrounding Auckland (in fact Auckland is positioned between two harbours) until you get out on the water. It is a wide expansive water way, if somewhat shallow in sections. We expected to see more water craft out and about, even though it was a regular working day. Much like Sydney they have a harbour bridge (smirk) that also boasts a bridge climb. Not quite in the same league.

Waiheke Island is protected from the weather by the Coromandel Peninsula - I knew it had a use - and the Great Barrier Island, original name that one. Both land masses contribute to the island's micro-climate making it an average 4° warmer than Auckland. Hence, the perfect place to make really expensive wine. Especially Stonyridge where they have a trophy for a Bordeaux style red.

The ferry ride is very pleasant, the water was calm and there was very little swell due to the geographic protection. We purchased a combined ferry and bus ticket. The bus is a hop on hop off event and the ticket allows you all day travel. And you need it, or some other mode of transport. The island is about 20km long and it is not flat.

There are a few separate little villages that contain all you require for a holiday. It is a favourite with local day trippers as well a weekend getaway but there is a permanent population of about 9,000 people. There are organised wine tours, zip-line adventures and the like that can all be pre-purchased from the tourist information at the Queen's Wharf. They are a great source of information and are very helpful.

Jayne had done her due diligence and we opted for an island tour on the bus and then lunch. The round trip in the bus takes about an hour and it stops at every designated stop regardless of whether someone wants on or off. There is a guide (we had Antonella from Argentina - there is a sizeable group of Argentinians on the island it seems) that provides a commentary on each point of interest, from distillery to brewery to winery to olive oil production to bushwalking to archery and more. Happily, Antonella was far more understandable than Donovan, the guide at Hobbiton.

The view from the terrace at Cable Bay Winery

Due to time constraints created around our lunch booking, we opted to stay on the entire tour route to see if there would be points of interest we would want to come back to later. The bus trip ended at Cable Bay Winery, a vineyard with two restaurants, carved out of the hillside looking back towards Auckland. We were booked for lunch at the Bistro on the terrace. They also have more relaxed dining in the Verandah next door, but we didn't feel the menu was as good. We were very pleased with our choice. Another tapas inspired menu: bread, prawns, octopus, scallops, lamb and garden vegetables. All washed down with an estate made Pinot Gris and a Syrah for the lamb. Dessert was pavlova (how could I not?) and a chocolate mousse and sponge creation to go with a real port from Portugal and a Spanish Pedro Ximenez sherry. I know I have previously said I don't photograph food, but this time I remembered - except for the octopus, I couldn't wait to eat it. And it was ... awesome. And here are the photos:

Scallops

Prawns wrapped in edible charcoal

Slow cooked lamb

Spring vegies for the vegos

The chocolate thingy

Pavlova ... looks Australian to me

The sun was shining, the view was amazing, the breeze was light, the food and wine were delicious and the company divine. It was a pity we had to head back to the mainland. However, we will most definitely be back to do a similar thing at a couple of other wineries.

After lunch, we walked back to Oneroa, the closest village, to wander the main street, check out the real estate prices (expensive), holiday rentals (also expensive), the wine centre (ridiculously expensive) and then decided to work off a bit more of the lovely lunch by walking back to the ferry terminal instead of hopping on the bus.  Luckily it was mostly downhill and we made the 4pm ferry back to Auckland.

That is pretty much a wrap of Auckland. There was no need for dinner (or breakfast for that matter), our beautiful lunch fulfilled both roles. Tomorrow we head north for one night before returning to the land of Oz. I've been thrilled watching the weather radar for NSW this afternoon. It is clearly getting a major dumping of rain. I hope it puts some fires out and helps the bush regenerate. The fires have received major coverage here in NZ, people talk to you about them in the shops; businesses and sporting clubs all over the country are raising money to help repair the damage. Cable Bay winery was donating $2 from the sale of every bottle today. It is quite touching. We often refer to ourselves as cousins and I guess this is a demonstration of that relationship. That and the fact that they steal all our stuff, like Russell Crowe ...

Until tomorrow

None of the Above (Auckland, New Zealand)

Ah, civilisation, well, a reliable internet connection dear reader. It makes all the difference. 

We left Coro around 8:15am. While not raining, the day did not look particularly promising. The low cloud was obscuring any colour the surrounding waterways might reflect, making photography redundant. On a sunny day, from any lookout on the Coromandel Peninsula, the views are magic and the colours in the water breath taking shades of blue.

Courtesy of aoteabandb.co.nz

But not today, so we commenced the 54km sinuous journey back to Thames where we thought we would stop for coffee and petrol. The drive was remarkably uneventful, no blue Corolla this time. The drive was around an hour and we parked in the main street in search of a café.

The main street in Thames is extremely long. I think we walked about half of it and there is a café every 10 other shops. No really. Making the decision where to stop really problematic. In the end, tired of walking, we stumbled across, Food for Thought Café. Impressed by the name and the awards for their home made pies displayed in the window, we stopped there. The coffee, again, proved to be good. I have not had a bad coffee since we arrived. The pie too was a winner. A great, if by chance, choice for a stop.

There was not a lot of action between Thames and Auckland, mostly highway driving. We arrived late morning, checked in, left the car and the bags and went exploring. The waterfront is under serious reconstruction and there are pedestrian redirections everywhere. Undeterred, we continued and found another great place for coffee in the Britomart area. Then continued our walk down to Queen's Wharf, picked up a few tourist brochures and pushed on to the Prince's Wharf and Viaduct and the Wynyard precinct. We stopped to watch the bridge being raised to allow yachts in and out.

I think this is the defender.

So, one of the wharves we wandered across is the home for the America's Cup 2021 challenge. You read more here, if you are interested. I'm not. I didn't even know NZ had the cup. The challenger isn't even American. I mean, really. Anyway, the Kiwis seem pretty keen. Apparently they like accruing world cups, you know, rugby and stuff. A pity about the cricket. Bahahahahaha!

Anyway, they have built a special base from which to defend the cup. And it's a nice walk on a sunny day and at the end there are bars and restaurants. At least that is interesting.

The before picture

Of course, if you are admiring the scenery and enjoying the walk and the weather, one should keep alert for poles and sirens. We saw a guy walk straight into a pole on the wharf while his eyes were fastened on some floating bank loan. He was a solid guy and it knocked him flat, broke his sun glasses and cut his head. People, including us, came from everywhere to assist him. Then there is siren danger, especially on a bridge that opens. It means that you should hurry along. Apparently. Well, I didn't know. Once safely on the other side we watched the bridge go up and millions of dollars float past.

And after. I'm  not sure I can afford to even look at that boat

The boat in the above picture is named Janice of Wyoming. I would like to see her sailed all the way home. US geography is not my area of specialisation, but I always believed Wyoming was the mid-west. One of the states that figured heavily in the westerns of my childhood. It doesn't spring to mind as a home for sailors. I'd love to see a future America's Cup challenge there. I think anyone from Darwin might have a tactical edge. An obscure reference, yes my dear reader, it might be time for some research. Todd River regatta should help there.

Dinner tonight was at Vivacé. Sorry, I'm not a huge fan of photographing food. Well, on occasion, if I remember. Regardless, we found this place by accident, but you should look it up. Awesome. great tapas menu, hot and cold, as well as main meals. Great wine list, fantastic  service. What more do you want? Book here.

Another day over. Tomorrow, Wine Island. That's the stuff dreams are made of ... well my dreams, even if the sentence finishes with a preposition.

The title? Well, I had nothing, restricted by the desire to use only NZ songs, so I went random ... None of the Above is from the 2005 Shihad album Love is the New Hate. Great album title.

Until then.