The western side of the Coromandel peninsula feels like an empty Riviera, kilometer upon kilometer of cliffs, curving roads, beaches, and amazing colors of sky and sea. I visited a railway created by a potter and environmentalist, mostly because I friend I met in Golden Bay planted trees there for ten years, and found it a marvel of exuberance.
On my way back to Auckland, the sky put on a show over the Coromandel, not only in dazzling displays, but also with a purity of form to melt away the moment.
