Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Southern Coast, 2

After Curio Bay we turned about and drove back to Invercargill, stopping there to stimulate the local economy (another Kathmandu, Warehouse, E. Hayes, the famous hardware store, Countdown) and then proceeded westward along the coast, stopping at Cozy Nook and then spending the rest of the day and night at Monkey Island Beach. Next day, January 30th, we left the coast near Mackinnon's Rest, and headed north into Fiordland.
Hayes' hardware store; could well be the world's largest, as
sometimes claimed; I easily found the obscure bit of iron-
mongery I had been looking for all the way from Christchurch

Hayes is equally well-known as the resting place of Burt Munro's
souped-up 1920 Indian, on which he set a world land speed record
in the 50s, the subject of an Anthony Hopkins film of note;
Munro was an Invercargillian; Hayes' is as much a museum of
motorcycles and race cars and other curiosities as a hardware store;
Invercargill's other very famous resident is dealt with at:
http://roadeveron.blogspot.co.nz/2009/02/henry-tuatara.html
 

Could easily pass as scenery from Acadia National Park in
Maine; but better



The southern coast is generally a windy place, but this day was
relatively calm

Interesting house on the road to Monkey Island

Monkey Island Beach, as far as the eye can see

Monkey Island, at low tide; we walked out and climbed to its little
observation deck

Incredibly clear water

The beach; and cliffs; Monkey Island was so-called because of
a monkey-winch installed there to bring ships up onto the beach

We were not alone

Touring residence of a nice young Kiwi family; as students of
this blog know, such rigs are not uncommon in New Zealand, see
http://roadeveron.blogspot.co.nz/2014/02/kiwi-rvs-at-gypsy-fair.html
for further, more lavish examples

Incoming tide, and Monkey Island is again an island; think:
Mount St. Michel; no, don't

Sunset on the beach and cliffs


Sunset on the beach

Our encampment; it's a "freedom" camping spot, and became
quite crowded as the evening progressed


Next morning, looking across the bay toward Fiordland

Pano of Monkey Island Beach (click to enlarge)

On down the road, at Mackinnon's Rest (ah, memories of '45,
the Mackinnons of Skye...rusty nails...)

Looking the other way, more miles of deserted beach; note
the wind has picked up, blowing hard toward the sea...
Fiordland in the backgound

One of the more locally-oriented Kiwi signposts (usually they'll tell
you the distance to London, Tokyo, or New York)

1 comment:

Tawana said...

I wondered why it was called Monkey Island. Interesting bit of info.