In which pride rides before a fall – again.
“We are our stories. We tell them to stay alive or keep alive those who only live now in the telling.” Niall Williams
As with fog in winter, the sun clears things up.
In which telling the time symbolises the triumph of hope over adversity
Iconic sites and personal stories.
East Cape road trip – a reprise
Our last day on the Cape, the road was empty, the conditions easy ,and there was plenty to delay us.
We’re at Whanarua Bay, where the isolation is splendid if you enjoy your own company and being off the grid.
We’re on our way from Tokomaru Bay to Whanarua Bay and the going is still slow.
Our next stop, an entire twenty-four minutes from Tolaga Bay by car, is Tokomaru Bay. This small bay reminded me of Calliope Bay, the setting for one of New Zealand’s great unread classic novels, Sydney Bridge Upside Down by David Ballantyne. (Some suggest Hicks Bay, further up the […]