Archive for February, 2007


East Cape

February 14, 2007

Normally a country is forced into following the neo-liberal economic model by either the IMF or a CIA-backed dictator.  New Zealand however, did it voluntarily causing a lot of disruption to the lives of the little people and  having a permanent effect on the economy from which the country has only just recovered 20 years later.When I say ‘the country’ it sounds as if the whole place is now prospering but in fact there are some areas that seem to have been permanently cut adrift. We’ve just travelled down the east coast of the North Island where I used to live as a child. My childhood memory may be a bit vague but the rural area really seems to be in a state of serious decline these days. 

Travelling across the top of the East Cape it appeared that a lot of the farmland on the hills had been returned back to forest – by design or chance, I don’t know.  Much further south near Gisborne the farms looked a lot more prosperous. In between though are the farms that are on the brink of failure.  


 The photos show very dry conditions but it’s not until you up close that the entire hillside has barely enough grass to hold the soil together. Most of New Zealand is quite lush so this was a bit of a shock and frankly I’m surprised people are still trying to make a living out of this land. The soil must be exhausted.


 Remembering that this is an area where my family lived for a few years, I was stunned to discover some ruins at Tokomaru bay, 50 kilometres north of where we used to live. Except for the lack of bullet holes, the last time I took pictures like this was in Croatia eight years ago and I just didn’t know there was anything like this in New Zealand.


This must have been a thriving area at one point, these are large warehouses even by modern standards and the picture below shows what is still the country’s longest wharf. It has tracks on it for goods carts and must have been quite an engineering feat in it’s day. 


In 2007 however the thing is barely able to take it’s own weight and there is a sign warning visitors to allow no more than ten people to every 12 metre span. Many of the handrails are falling off and underneath much of the reinforcing steel has rusted and broken through the concrete.

  There are also a lot of abandoned houses and especially shops in the area but what really amazed me was to see people living in houses like this.


If you open any book on New Zealand history you’ll see black and white photos of buildings exactly like this with white settlers standing in front looking proud to have finally moved out of the tent.

  This has always been a very remote part of the country – some farms had to use the beach for access right up until the 1970s – and while I freely admit to having lived only in the ‘nice’ areas for the last few years I was surprised to find an area with such a prosperous past where civilisation is so clearly in retreat.


Freedom Camping

February 4, 2007


This is a group of vehicles enjoying a spot of freedom camping. Down the front are a couple of tourist vans, ours is the biggest vehicle to the right, behind us was a middle aged surfer dude from the US, and behind him a couple who had been freedom camping all round Northland and had been at this spot the previous night. There was also a European guy who was working in the café at nearby Hot Water Beach and a family who camped under a tarpaulin that they hung off the side of their high-trailer.

  There was a sign that said no camping but we figured we weren’t camping since we had no tents (the sign actually had a picture of a tent with a red line across it). Apparently there had been a similar number of vehicles the night before and no problems but this happy scene was disturbed at 7:45 am by the arrival of the Thames-Coromandel District Council ENFORCEMENT OFFICER.  Dressed in semi-military clothing (his choice) and wielding a very large note pad he proceeded to wake up our fellow campers and tell them it was time to move on. Fortunately I was already awake taking photos so I grabbed the upper hand by approaching his vehicle and asking him what he was doing. 

He was happy to do his good cop routine and say that he was going to turn a blind eye to everyone staying overnight but he wanted us to all move on now.  I think there was a new council initiative or something – it didn’t really make any sense because we weren’t in danger of filling the carpark up and taking spaces from day visitors. I’m not sure if our details were taken down for future reference or not, maybe I should ring the council and find out.

  Interestingly the middle aged surfer dude (van behind ours) was not awoken by the enforcement officer. A veteran of avoiding ‘citations’ from the stricter enforcement officers on the Oregon coast he had left his van open and empty-looking with no curtains and the officer had been fooled into thinking there was no one sleeping there. 

Our bus is equipped with a ‘self containment’ certificate which is supposed to be an assurance that we won’t make a mess where ever we stay but the officer said that that was irrelevant as far as he was concerned. The whole district had been bristling with signs saying no camping and later that day when we had just got back from an evening walk on the beach (in a popular holiday town further down the coast) a different enforcement officer approached us again to ask us to not camp where we were currently parked. We were polite but kind of fed-up with it as well.

  The problem is that the area we have just been in is a popular holiday area for wealthy people from Auckland and itinerants, even relatively rich ones with $200,000 buses (not us) are not welcome. This was made clear to us a couple of days earlier when we were having dinner in another pretty spot by the ocean when a women from a nearby house drove down to make sure we had seen the sign prohibiting overnight camping. 

We plan to visit poorer more remote areas shortly but these tend to have the opposite problem that white visitors displaying their conspicuous wealth are not that welcome either – and we have heard that their ‘enforcement’ is not nearly so polite. Our bus doesn’t look especially flash and New Zealand is not like the US in terms of racial problems but we will be careful where we park.

  Postscript: A few days later and we entered a new council area that had  specifically set aside areas for motor homes with self-containment certificates so it’s not all bad. 

Postscript 2: It’s been a week since I wrote the main post and we’re finally found an internet café in Gisborne. Things continue to vary, the latest council has a kind of instituted freedom camping system where there are designated sites by the beach. It costs $10 for 10 days and the cost is mostly to cover rubbish disposal.