Rained most of the night and was still raining when we got up around 09.00. Went for our continental buffet breakfast around 09.30
We were both feeling rather weary but eventually found sufficient energy to walk along the track (in the hotel grounds) to Reece where we could see glow worms and would return after dark. A beautiful little 'Fan Tail' bird followed us along the track chirping away as if it was trying to tell us something. He came really close to us.
The Maori name for Split Apple rock is 'Toko Ngawha' meaning burst open rock.
Legend has it that the rock was split, like an apple, by the sword of Zeus while battling with Neptune over the hand of Dione. Zeus actually won that battle and the hand of Dione. How the rock found its way to NZ remains a mystery.We were both feeling rather weary but eventually found sufficient energy to walk along the track (in the hotel grounds) to Reece where we could see glow worms and would return after dark. A beautiful little 'Fan Tail' bird followed us along the track chirping away as if it was trying to tell us something. He came really close to us.
Set off around 1pm to Marahau and the beginning of the Abel Tasman National Park. All the walks in Abel Tasman seemed to be in trees so we decided to give it a miss and walked along Sandy Bay instead. From there we drove back to Split Apple Rock at Tokongawa Point.
The Maori name for Split Apple rock is 'Toko Ngawha' meaning burst open rock.
A steep climb down onto the beach but well worth it and only 15 minutes each way.
Don't know what the black colour was in the sand but it looked terrific.
Sandra checked out the Kayaks on the beach wishing she could have a go herself. This bay is perfect for Kayaks. Especially on such a lovely afternoon. Far better than walking in the trees.
The roads to Split Apple Rock were edged with dodgy looking limestone which looked as if it would fall at any moment. Sandra was 'not appy'.
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| Looking down onto Split Apple Bay |
At 9pm just as it became dark, like two demented dames and clutching the wind up torch, we crept along the track from our cabin into the jungle like growth to see the glow-worms. Are we mad or what? Someone had thoughtfully placed a wooden bench at the best vantage point for us to sit and stare in awe at this glow in dark spectacle. It was eerily quiet with no birds singing just our heavy breathing to be heard. We were not scared you understand just puffed from the walk. Sorry folks no photos of the glow-worms.






































