These last few days seem to have flown by. While it will be
nice to go home after being away so long, I’m going to miss this beautiful
country, its people, and especially the time Bob and I have had together here.
I soak up all that I can while we drive to our first stop this morning, a walk
that is called the White Cliffs.
We have a little trouble finding the walk but finally see a
sign that looks promising. A lady is standing near it and asks us about the
White Cliffs walk. She has a book in her hand that explains several walks in
the area the shortest being four hours long.
She returns to her car to get her gear but not before telling us she has
packed food and water. She’s obviously going it alone.
Four hours is way too long but we decide that we can at
least go part way and turn around. The climb to the top of the hill where the
walk starts is steep and graveled. It is really a road leading to a small
community but it doesn’t allow public access except by foot. When we see at the
top that the track ahead is really just road and open, rather than in a wooded
area, we turn around and head back down. We’ve seen the white cliffs, taken a
picture, and that’s enough.
At the sign next to where we’ve parked, we stop one more
time and notice it says that if you are hiking alone you should be sure someone
knows your itinerary. The lady walks past us to start up the road and Bob asks
her name. Marion, she says. Bob points to the sign and says we just wanted to
know in case we hear there’s a Marion missing we can tell someone we saw her.
She laughs and starts up the hill—with a lot more gusto than we had.

On our arrival in Waitomo, we pass by our B&B and go
directly to the track that we plan to hike when it gets dark to see glow worms.
There is no charge for this. The track also has a huge cave and when we find it
we find several glow worms glowing there in the darker recesses. I wonder if we
will have to hike to the cave after dark? If so I’m backing out. I’ve already
been lightheaded and had to stretch out on one of the resting benches on the
way. We must be at a higher altitude and the stress of climbing steps and steep
inclines is getting to me.

We have plenty of afternoon left and decide to try to find
the natural bridge walk and the Marokopa
waterfall that is on the local map. The road we take is the wrong one and we
don’t realize our mistake until we have circled around the area for an hour
without seeing any signs for either site. We end up back on the highway south
of Waitopo and turn off once again to pass our B&B. Determined, this time
we go back and see the correct road and find our way to the Magapohue Natural
Bridge.
The walk to the bridge is an easy fifteen minutes and we
enjoy being outdoors and getting some exercise. The natural bridge arches above
us, formed when the roof of a cave collapsed many years ago. Our guide book
says it is especially dazzling at night as there are hundreds of glow worms
that light up. Thanks, but no thanks.

Another fifteen minute walk rewards us with the best
waterfall we have seen the whole trip. Nothing like saving the best for last
but who knew it would be this good? The waterfall almost looks like a tiered
wedding cake. As I take some pictures, I hear Bob strike up a conversation with
a lady who is waving to her husband below us. They are from the camper blocking
the sign. Bob teases her a bit about it and we learn that they are Australian
and come to New Zealand every year for the summer. Kind of like snobirds in
reverse.

There are not a lot of choices for dinner but across the
street is a promising place and we try it out. As we think over our five week
adventure, we conclude that we really haven’t had a bad meal anywhere. Tonight
is no exception.
Back in our room, I make coffee one last time in the plunger
coffee pot before cleaning it out and packing it carefully in the middle of the
suitcase. I think it will make it home all right. (Add coffee plunger to the
list of odd souvenirs I’ve collected.) When it is twilight, we grab our
flashlight and camera and drive to the entrance to the Ruakuri Cave walk. By
the time we get there and walk to where the rock cliffs are, it should be
getting pretty dark.

As we turn to go back, a group of young adults is coming at
us on the track. A couple of them have those headband flashlights on and they
nearly blind us with them. They ask where the glow worms are. With their bright
lights they aren’t seeing them. We suggest they tone down the light, let their
eyes adjust and look around. As we walk away, we can hear their surprise as
they begin to see the blue dots of light.
It’s another rainy night and as we settle into bed, I hope for a brighter day tomorrow. It’s our last day here in New Zealand and I would love for it to be good weather.
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