After meandering for a time amongst Kauri trees, I emerged upstream to find that the Hatea a lot more calmer. Here, it was banked by green, green meadows (with a few more cows, of course), and mature oak trees whose boughs provided some delicious shade.
It is so very idyllic and green that I wish I could have sit under that tree forever – but I have a destination that is just as special.
I left the farmland and the road, and entered the park. Here, the Hatea flowed swiftly through large tracts of preserved rainforest. The air is cool, the light dampened, my ears filled with the sound of rushing water.
I walked for a couple of k’s along a one-laned country road, firstly past some larger properties, and then past one acre blocks. Along the roadside these distinctive flowers grew. I’d never seen them before, or thought I hadn’t. Upon returning home, I began to notice them all over the place, but none were as vibrant as the ones in Whangarei.
One of the first stops on my late 2008 tour of New Zealand’s Northland was Whangarei, the largest town (and technically classified a city) north of Auckland. Whangarei is a pretty non-descript town, but I was lucky enough to stay at a little backpackers about 6km out of town, called Little Earth Lodge. It’s really more of a bed and breakfast in terms of standard of decor, simply but stunningly decorated in the Balinese style. It is also surrounded by cow pastures and typical Northland scenery, and is the starting point of my walk to Whangarei Falls.
We’ll end with the afternoon parade. Like the floats, the participants of the parade were colourfully clothed in their regional costumes. There was also a variety of age groups involved, from the very young…
To teens…
And last but not least, the not so young.
It made for a fascinating display.
Old Takayama is a maze of wooden two storey houses, filled with sake breweries, restaurants and craft shops.
They specialise in wooden homeware, like bowls and clogs.
And the most beautiful, and intricate, dolls.
However, sooner or later, the cult of Hello Kitty inevitably appears. Here, he’s even dressed in the regional attire.
In the morning, the floats were on display in the street. Each float ‘belongs’ to a Takayama family; knowing the Japanese, probably the old families of the town.
We got a first-hand look at how beautiful, intricate and unique each one was.
Luckily these floats get an airing twice a year, in April and October, so that locals and visitors alike can marvel at its beauty.
We’ll have a look at more market produce today.
There are decorative reeds with little dolls that are a speciality of the town.
This obaasan (grandmother) was selling some corn posies.
Actually, there were plenty of decorative corn for sale.
But I was more fascinated by the boxes of wasabi. Yep, that’s what they look like fresh. The paste that we get in Australia is actually dyed horseradish.
By day, Takayama is a pretty and vibrant place.
Children feed the fish in the river.
And when they get hungry themselves, they line up for grilled mochi (with a soy glaze) on a stick. Mochi is rice pounded until it reaches a springy, dough consistency. Then it can be glazed and grilled…
Or it can be made into a sweet. We watch an expert sweet mochi maker ply his trade. By the time he finishes dicing the batch we knew we had to try some.
Takayama is a town in Gifu Prefecture, in the middle of the Japanese Alps. It’s claim to fame is its sake and its elaborate autumn and spring festivals. On my trip to Japan in 2006 I was lucky enough to visit during the autumn festival. The streets were filled with vendors of all kinds, but the food stalls were of the most interest to me!
This one is making red bean or custard filled little buns.
Charcoal grilled freshwater fish.
Traditional paper dolls.
But the main attraction at night were the giant floats that were hauled through the streets.
Later on we’ll be studying them close up in daylight.
Static and Silence 