It's an area with much to offer and it's hard to leave.
Throw a dart anywhere at a map of the Coromandel and you'll find a local attraction within three freedom camper van-lengths of its point. On my last trip I met a foreign couple in a Mazda Bongo, who had arrived on our fair shores with solid intentions of conquering the whole country. Or so they thought.
Their first month had just passed and they still hadn't left this peninsula that had them trapped. They were finishing breakfast in the Cathedral Cove carpark and heading off to Hotwater Beach to have a low-tide dig for their fourth time. Although still ignorant of the rest of New Zealand they already considered this place No. 1.
I look at early photographs of the Coromandel and have mixed emotions thinking about how it must have been before early European settlers laid siege to gold seams and kauri plantations. I think about the mining's toxic sludge that once sluiced heavy metals down rivers, poisoning estuaries and creating dead zones of ocean all around it. With little erosion I wonder how clean and clear the coastal waters would have been back then? Can you imagine the localised weather patterns generated by the cooling effect of the truly enormous kauri forests? It would have meant almost constant offshore breezes; as a surfer that's a tantalising thought.
As the wounds slowly heal, scars remain but it's great to know that measures are in place to see this beautiful part of NZ slowly revive.