On our way out of Auckland, we stopped at a historical village called Howick. We thought it would be a quick little stop, but we spent quite a bit of time there. The so-called village was a story from the mid 1800’s. It was based on an actual town called Howick, which was one of three fencible settlements that were built to protect the young city of Auckland from the native Maori tribes. “Fencible” comes from the word “defensible,” being capable of defense.

The soldier-settlers were offered a new life for their families in New Zealand after serving in the British military. They were typically retired on pensions and given an acre of land. Early settlers lived in temporary tents like the one above, or ‘raupo’ that local Maori were paid to build from the raupo plant that grows in the swamps. Eventually whole settlements were established. The village of Howick is a mixture of buildings from the area that were transported to one place and restored.

Laura looking at a desk in Pakuranga school, built in 1800.

In some of the buildings, mannequins depicted a way of life. And seriously freaked us out.

The historical society had decorated the place for Christmas. It was pretty cute.

This was the most elaborate homestead. Puhi Nui was built for William McLaughlin in 1861 at Puhinui, South Auckland.
We learned specific stories of settlers from signs written in cursive. From Ireland to escape the potato famine. From England simply to find a new way of life. Many came, and found their homes here. The Howick and Districts Historical Society did a lovely job of bringing the stories together for people to enjoy.
We went on our merry way. It turned out to be not so merry. It’s a dangerous business, stepping out your door… Our next destination was up on the Coromandel Peninsula. We drove around the Firth of Thames, and ate lunch in Thames. Laura and I enjoyed the best chai latte I think I’ve ever had.

We found it funny that we stopped at the Brian Boru Hotel. At least, it was funny at the time. Anyway, it was here that we discussed our route. It was here that we sealed out fate. We could either go right through the Coromandel Range, or further North and along the coast. Through the mountains, it would only be just over an hour. The more scenic route was over two. We chose to drive through the mountains.

It was crazy. A picture can’t hope to capture the narrow road, the constant hairpin turns, or the occasional car speeding towards us. It was still a beautiful drive… only one of us got carsick. I’ll save them the embarrassment of saying who. At long last–the drive was far over the anticipated hour–we arrived at our destination. The Orchard House.

It was here, nestled away by a macadamia orchard, we would spend our next two nights. It was Christmas Eve.

So we celebrated, of course!! We cooked up some food, drank some wine, and then settled down for a relaxing evening.

I would like to be cliche and say that not a creature was stirring, but many were. Birds and insects serenaded us well into the night. And I think there was some creature that really enjoyed being on the roof. Never the less, all was well.

Coming from the northern hemisphere, the starry skies were strangely unfamiliar. We found the Southern Cross just above the horizon.
*****Written by Checkers*****

















