Auckland, October 2017
Five years ago I transited in Auckland with my friends Sherry and Jeff for a couple of days, on our collective way to the USA. They brought me to the volcanic beaches of Karekare, Piha and Te Henga. At some point in those 2 days I decided I really, really wanted to live in New Zealand. Since that wasn’t likely to happen at the time, I then settled for “I really really want to come back for a long time.” I left quite reluctantly, and later waxed all kinds of lyrical about that one day we visited those black beaches.
And here Flemming and I are after all this time, with almost 2 months of road tripping ahead of us.
Magnetically, the volcanic beaches called to us. Piha and Te Henga, sparkling darkly in the sun.
There was nothing to do follow that draw, and stare at the forbidding grace of sand and cliff and raging surf.