I'm gonna eat you little fishy

Trip Start Sep 23, 2004
Trip End Ongoing

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Wednesday, January 4, 2006

After a long, windy and very dusty drive we reached Lake Waikaremoana. This has to be one of the more remote areas of the North Island, but the stunning scenery was well worth the journey. We packed the camping gear and set off on a four day tramp around the lake.

The first day consisted largely of up. We had a steady climb up a bluff to stay in a hut with a view at the top. The lake was beautiful, although our enjoyment was brief- the clouds rolled in and pelted the pour souls still on the trail with rain. The next morning dawned dry, with the lake shimmering and silvery. One of the pleasures of the tramp was watching the changing atmospheres and colours of the lake, from misty and moody to warm blue. In contrast to the first day, this was mostly a day of down; equally tiring in long stretches as my knees began to complain. As the nearby hut was full, we were spending this night camping. Ducks wandered round our campsite as we put up the tent. Rick headed off to try his luck with his collapsable fishing rod, and I decided to venture down a side track to the Korokoro falls. After half an hour of following the trail through the bush, hopping between stepping stones and clambering over boulders I reached the falls. The cascade tumbled down into a pool; it was the perfect place to paddle and wash away the grime from travelling. I'd obviously managed to beat the rush and had the falls to myself to enjoy.

After dinner (the trout had proved too wily and evaded Rick's lure, so it was instant tramping food for us), we lit a campfire and listened to the moreporks calling each other. I slept better than I had in the hut- less snoring people- and woke fairly refreshed the next day. This was the easiest day yet, but seemed the hardest going- for some reason the third day of trekking always seems worst. I guess my limbs had worked hard enough the previous two days to be worn out! But it was a lovely walk, largely along the lake (which today was mainly feeling green), with a few rises up to viewpoints. The trout again proved elusive- but Rick finally had success on our final day of walking. We had been making very good time and stopped for a fishing/ reading break. After a few minutes, Rick was rewarded with a bite and reeled in his prize- a ten centimetre long rainbow trout! Fortunately for the fish it was much to small to be eligible for lunch, and so was returned to swim and be free, but Rick was still delighted with his victory over fish kind. He taught me how to cast a line, though I was equally unsuccessful- although we did attract a group of tiddlers who followed the lure around trying to make friends, but were too small to even think about getting their mouth round the hook!

The next day we returned to the lake, this time to play on it. We rented some kayaks out, paddled to a beach to laze around and enjoy lunch, and explored the little inlets. The wind decided to change direction so we spent the whole day paddling against it- at one stange I did think my arms were going to fall off- but we made it back with al limbs intact and felt that we fully deserved our steak that evening!
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