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Abel Tasman NP – The Overview

But the highlight of the Golden Bay area is undoubtedly the Abel Tasman National Park, particularly its coast line. I came to the area specifically to walk its coastal track, the very cushy way. It’s a really beautiful part of the world, with golden beaches, estuaries and rainforest, and the walking is actually pretty easy. In August the temperature was perfect for walking, there were no biting insects, and best of all, we had the track all to ourselves.

This photo was taken from Tonga Saddle, the highest point on the walk.

Abel Tasman NP - Tonga Saddle

Golden Bay – The Spit – Part 1

Farewell Spit is a 35km long spit that juts out into the strait between the North and South Islands. It’s also the end of the road, literally, although not if you go on foot.

First is a walk through typical Kiwi farmland, complete with cabbage tree palms and sheep.

Farmland near Wharariki Beach

But the closer to the beach we get, the more windswept the landscape becomes. Well it is literally on the Roaring Forties.

Farmland near Wharariki Beach

In the Mist (No Gorillas)

“What did you do on the weekend?” asked a colleague this morning.

“Well, I went bushwalking on Saturday…”

Yes, I knew it was going to be wet, but for some reason I’m a sucker for walking in the rain. After all, I did a whole week of it in Tassie and after that experience I thought I could handle a few hours in wet shoes.

Saturday morning, I was up bright and early to meet up with members of the Bankstown Bushwalking Club, a nice bunch of folks they are, to tackle the clifftops of the Grose Valley, deep in the Blue Mountains. No blue haze on that day, but there was plenty of mist.

The weather actually wasn’t that bad – I had more trouble with the miles and miles of stairs (well, it is the Blue Mountains after all). 3 hours later I was thoroughly soaked, but surprisingly contented, because despite the inclement weather, the valley was still beautiful.

Horseshoe Falls

Give Me Some Water – Part 2

Since the weather’s still damn hot with no sign of letting off, I’ve taken to exploring Sydney’s natural still water swimming spots. After Wattamolla, another favourite of mine is Karloo Pool. Karloo is a secret and cherished spot to people of the Shire and avid bushwalkers. It’s reached by walking 45 minutes into the valley from Heathcote Station to where Kangaroo Creek makes a lovely, deep, freshwater pool. It sure was a welcome sight on this year’s visit in 30C heat and humidity. The water was cool and refreshing and there were some rock platforms on which to sit and take lunch. Apart from other visitors, there were no other signs of civilisation though we’re only a mere 2-3 kms from the edge of Sydney. The uphill return trip was rather interesting in the heat, but the discomfort was worth it.

Karloo Pool

Into the mountains… and into the past

Shinkyo bridge
One of the joys of the trip was the 1 ½ weeks I spent alone in the Japanese Alps. I had been really excited going to onsen (Japanese spa) towns for a soak among the mountains and forests, away from the overwhelming cities, and I was not disappointed.

After three culture-shocked days in Tokyo I headed out to the cool hills of Nikko, a small town north of Tokyo that was famous for its shrines as well for its scenery. While most people came on day trips, I stayed for two nights at the lovely Annex Turtle Inn. It was set by the river and had a magnificent bathroom!

What a way to end the day

Post-tour, I also headed out to the mountains, this time north-west of Nagoya. The Kiso Valley is surrounded by steep mountains, and the towns of Tsumago and Magome are lovingly preserved.

Tsumago

There weren’t any telephone or electricity poles in the towns to marr the view, and the effect was truly as if I had stepped back 100 or so years ago.

On the Nakasendo

There was also a path, once the old post road (the Nakasendo) between Kyoto and Tokyo, between the two villages.

Odaki waterfall

I spent a very peaceful Sunday morning walking the 7 or so kilometres between them. You can almost believe that a samurai will come walking down the path at any minute!

A spring at a shrine along the way