Going to the coast of the Queen City is almost like going to a Starbucks - the choice is endless. Fancying a double shot of mind-clearing isolation with a spoonful of wildness, we pointed the car south and headed for Karioitahi Beach on the west coast near Waiuku.
Just getting to Waiuku is a drive in itself. You start with an easy half-hour motorway drive at open-road speed. Take the exit at Papakura, turn right towards Karaka, and soon you're in horse country. You drive on through a rich-man's paradise of sprawling estates with post and rail fences between the paddocks and road. Members of Auckland's social glitterati live out here, but were snug behind their automatic gates when we cruised past.
The Manukau Harbour reaches its fingers far inland and you're still on the highway, a long way from the beach, when the first mangrove-fringed estuaries hove into view. The full-tide water is a mirror, the glassy surface broken only by the occasional skimming bird.
To fully explore this region would take a weekend. The road signs flash by: Clarks Beach, Glenbrook, Karioitahi Beach. Even though the mouth of the Manukau Harbour is only 1800m wide, it opens into a vast shallow basin of approximately 400sq km, second in size only to the Kaipara Harbour further north.
The fenced horse estates slowly give way to suburban sections and all of a sudden you are in Waiuku. It's a small village on the southern armpit of the Manukau Harbour, originally a port town and now one of the main settlements of the Franklin District. Hungry after our hour's drive, we turned towards the coast. We'd heard good things about Castaways and thought that would make a nice stop before heading to the beach.