WINDING ROADS, ABANDONED ABODES AND A FAST CRUMBLING COASTLINE
Ironic, sad, but true – despite having hitchhiked (or more latterly driven) throughout New Zealand for 30-plus years, it seems I still receive my hot travel tips about go-to locations from foreign backpackers who’ve been here for five minutes.
The bully for my latest sojourn came from a young Dutch couple who said one of the most inspiring stretches of coastline they’d travelled while tripping around God’s Own was encountered between Marokopa and Tongaporutu on the west coast just north of Taranaki. It didn’t take much to persuade me to throw a sleeping bag and
