Day 4 :: Cathedral Cove
Yet another day of the "F-stop blues" (reference to Jack Johnson song and photography science). No sun, gray skies and enough rain to make the Gobi an oasis. But who says you need sun to have fun? Anticipating uncooperative weather, I decided to sleep in (actually, this meant getting up at 7:15 AM). Though after taking one look out the window and looking upon choppy water in the harbour, I decided to venture forth anyways to Cathedral Cove just 20km south of Whitianga, which lies to the east coast of the Coromandel Peninsula.
At the trailhead carpark, I suited up into togs (that's kiwi-speak for "bathing suit") and started the 40min hike through fern forests and private pastures to reach the cove a few hundred feet below. The drizzle actually made it feel warm, as I began to remove the layers of clothing. Near the end, I said hello to a few cows that were kept in their place by electric fences! (I definitely knew enough from cartoons not to take a piss there; don't ask me what kind of cartoons I grew up watching.)
When finally I reached the cove, it appeared nothing more than a crescent beach surrounded by high cliffs - a sight you can see in California or Maine. As you walk closer to the water, however, giant arches and caves start to appear - the largest one to the left. At the southern end of the beach, I found a little sea cave that was accessible at low-tide. However, high-tide was approaching fast, and I braved going in before it was too risky to enter. The cave was about 30 feet deep with 7-ceilings. Judging by the still-wet gr
At the trailhead carpark, I suited up into togs (that's kiwi-speak for "bathing suit") and started the 40min hike through fern forests and private pastures to reach the cove a few hundred feet below. The drizzle actually made it feel warm, as I began to remove the layers of clothing. Near the end, I said hello to a few cows that were kept in their place by electric fences! (I definitely knew enough from cartoons not to take a piss there; don't ask me what kind of cartoons I grew up watching.)
When finally I reached the cove, it appeared nothing more than a crescent beach surrounded by high cliffs - a sight you can see in California or Maine. As you walk closer to the water, however, giant arches and caves start to appear - the largest one to the left. At the southern end of the beach, I found a little sea cave that was accessible at low-tide. However, high-tide was approaching fast, and I braved going in before it was too risky to enter. The cave was about 30 feet deep with 7-ceilings. Judging by the still-wet gr
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