Reefton to Karamea – Ponds of Reflection

Do you make the time to reflect on a day that was?

It’s become a daily T.I.M.E. habit – allowing one to ponder the positives so as to build on; and ponder the negatives so as the learn from.  Today was no different


Completing the drive through to the Coast had us traverse the the Buller Gorge where deep ravines carve into the guts of New Zealand.  The road in parts, narrows down into single lane where red traffic arrows have to give way to white traffic arrows.

30aSometimes there is driver confusion rectified easily by one taking the courtesy high ground and reversing up, barriers to prevent anyone from driving off the edge to be swallowed up by the mighty Buller River.


???????????????????????????????Horse drawn carriages pre-modern transportation would have made for some nail biting travelling … and taken some guts!



???????????????????????????????Berlins is a place where if you blink, you will miss it!  In-between blinks, we happened upon the roadside cafe/restaurant/accommodation and made the time to stop for a cuppa.  It ended up being lunch.  A couple of blog posts ago, I wrote about the West Coast delicacy with beady eyes called White Bait that are cooked into a patties.

Try not to make eye contact as you raise them to your mouth – that’s crawl!

The giant Weta positioned on the bar is also something you do not want to make eye contact with … nor encounter one outside the jar!

???????????????????????????????The Karamea Bluff elevates to 420m giving panoramic views of mountain, forest and sea.




Our second bedroom was soon positioned at the Karamea Domain where the total population of Karamea could all fit into the domain grand stand itself.


52It was 175kms travelled today to reach the spot that we wanted to wake up to for the ANZAC Day commemorations.  And the sunset had warmth to allow for reflecting.



But it also came with a mother nature reminder not to take things for granted.  Just off the route driven is a little township called Inangahua.  In 1929 and again in 1967, it was nearly wiped out by earthquakes.  And shortly before we arrived into Karamea, the ground shook from a 6.2 magnitude quake that was centered some 80 kims away over the ranges to the east.


It certainly had all the camp folk reflecting and pondering.


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