Starting our journey from Dunedin, we drove along State Highway 1 until we reached Balclutha, which is nicknamed "big river town" as it is nestled on the banks of the Clutha river and is renowned for it's famous six-arch bridge. We stopped here as it's the gateway to the famous Southern Scenic Route, which runs through the rugged Catlins Coast and it seemed like a good place to get some information from the i-SITE on tide times for Jacks Blowhole and the Cathedral Caves. However, to our disappointment the Cathedral Caves were closed at this time of year, so we decided not go out of our way to visit Jacks Blowhole, but to head over to Nugget Point instead.
|Looking back towards Kaka Point from the Nugget Point lookout|
|"Welcome to Nugget Point"|
Just offshore are "The Nuggets", which are several jagged stacks of rock, a bit like the Needles at the Isle of Wight. These wave-eroded rocks can be seen from the viewing platform at the Nugget Point Lighthouse. A short cliff side track leads to the 1870 lighthouse on the tip of the headland, which still functions today.
|The Nuggets can be seen just beyond the lighthouse|
|You get some amazing views of The Nuggets from the lighthouse|
|There are approx. 20 of these rocks, each with a Māori name|
At the base of the cliffs we could just about see some New Zealand fur seals, but it was more the sound of their cries that let us know they were around! Nearby is a viewing hide at Roaring Bay (which is on the road to Nugget Point) so you can observe yellow-eyed penguins (Megadyptes antipodes) when they come ashore in the late afternoon, however, we were there at the wrong time of day.
Taking a scenic drive down to Cannibal Bay, we hoped to see some Hooker's sea lions (Phocarctos hookeri) as apparently this small and sheltered bay is a regular haul out site, as is Surat Bay. The drive to Cannibal Bay was a pretty pointless 8km stretch of gravel track that seemed to go on forever, a bit like the one at Nugget Point. Pretty much all the side roads off along the Catlins Coast are unsealed gravel roads. The beach was nice and secluded but that was about it - no sea lions, no birds, nothing, apart from a couple of New Zealand's 40 million sheep on the hills!
The Catlins is touted as one of the most remotest parts of New Zealand, and we learnt this the hard way when we tried to check into our hostel (Split Level Backpackers) in Owaka, where we found a note on the door asking us to call the owner because we had been double booked and had nowhere to stay... This was particularly frustrating as there's no mobile phone coverage down in this part of the country (unless you're on Vodaphone) as we found out, but that's another story.
After a lot of chasing our tails we eventually finished the day off at Surat Bay (which owes it's name to the ship Surat, wrecked on a sand bar, New Year's Day 1874) in an attempt to see some sea lions. Crossing a bridge over a small creek, we followed a poled route through some sand dunes but surprise, surprise the beach was deserted.
|Reflections in the Catlins River on the way to Surat Bay|
|Shoe tree at Surat Bay|
This is a really infuriating aspect of New Zealand, as what it offers in spectacular scenery, it seriously lacks in wildlife compared to somewhere like Australia. It's especially annoying when you go out of your way to visit the Catlins because the guide books hype up the area as a prominent place to see "nature at its best".
|Sand dunes looking out towards False Island|
The day wasn't a complete disaster though, as there was a beautiful sunset and we did spot a sea lion swimming in the bay and it even came over to the shallows to catch a breath. It was a really cool experience especially as it swum all the way over to us, but it was also a little intimidating as the sea lion was huge!
|That tiny dot on the shore is the only proof that we saw a sea lion!|
On our our second day, the weather changed from wonderful blue skies to overcast and threatening to rain. We were on a bit of a schedule as Lizzie had planned an itinery so that we would arrive in Curio Bay for low tide around 3.20pm, so we could see the site of the one of the world's most extensive Jurassic-era petrified forests. Heading off from Pounawea it was a short drive to Pūrākaunui Falls, a small three-tiered waterfall. The falls lie in a scenic reserve of silver beech trees and podocarp forests (trees that can be traced back to when New Zealand was part of the supercontinent, Gondwana).
|The podocarp forest on the way to the falls|
|Pūrākaunui Falls cascade over 20m|
Continuing along the Southern Scenic Route we stopped at the Table Hill Scenic Reserve, 5km south of the Pūrākaunui turn off to do a short 15-20 minute walk to Matai Falls and Horseshoe Falls. The trail itself was nice enough, as we were walking through native tree fuchsias (known as Kōtukutuku), which can be identified by their peeling pinkish bark when they're not in flower.
|Me and Lizzie on the platform overlooking Matai Falls|
|Horseshoe Falls is further upstream and best seen when the river is high|
|Kōtukutuku is the largest fuchsia in the world|
|Fuchsia excorticata, is known as the NZ fuchsia|
|Moody skies over Tautuku Bay from the Florence Hill lookout|
Further along the main road, a small side road runs 3km to McLean Falls, which is a picturesque 30 min return walk through a variety of forest and shrubs. It was easily the best bush walk we've done in the Catlins. It was lush, with moisture hanging in the air and green vegetation everywhere as there were mosses growing on the tree ferns and rimu. The falls themselves were nice but not as impressive as Pūrākaunui Falls but I think this was because we weren't able to get to the higher section of the falls as part of the track was closed due to rock fall.
|Lizzie standing under an enormous Kōtukutuku fuchsia tree|
|Mosses thrives in the moist conditions of the temperate rainforests|
|The 22-metre McLean Falls are upstream on the Tautuku River|
|The lower tiers of McLean Falls|
Unlike fossils, petrified wood is incredibly rare. Entire logs and tree stumps have been preserved in floodwater rich in silica, which impregnated the standing trees and turned them literally into stone within a matter of months before decay was able to set in - this process is known as "silicification".
|The tree stumps are visible for four hours either side of low tide|
|One of the many rock pools on the tidal rock shelf|
|Logs were carried in the flood, which killed the rest of the forest|
|You can still see the grain texture of the petrified wood in the rock|
Unfortunately, over time people have been slowly breaking off bits of the forest and removing rare fossils to keep them as souvenirs, however, this practice is discouraged as this is an internationally important site and the fossil forest needs to be preserved for others to enjoy in the future.
Following a tip from the local backpackers we were staying at, we were told that the petrified forest was a good place to see yellow-eyed penguins. Having tried on three separate occasions (once in Oamaru and twice on the Otago Peninsula) to see them, we were sceptical as to whether we would actually see the elusive little hōiho.
As we sat on on the rocks an hour before sunset, sure enough one penguin after the other came ashore as the late afternoon drew to a close. We were advised to stay at least 10m away from the penguins to avoid disturbing them as they make their way back to their nests in the flax bushes. Hōiho nest where they can find a cool, shady and moist place to avoid overheating.
|I spy with my little eye, something beginning with P!|
|It's almost comical watching the penguins return back to their hides|
|"Hi honey, I'm home!"|
We were really spoilt by one penguin who came towards where we were sitting quietly (we were virtually the only people there), it couldn't have been further than 10m away at it's closest point, stopping every now and again to stretch it's wings and have a good look around or give an exuberant trill - thus living up to it's name as the "noisy shouter". Yellow-eyed penguins are a taonga (treasured) species which recognises in law their importance to Ngāi Tahu - the Māori tribe of much of the South Island.
We must have seen around 10 penguins come ashore, but we could only stay for so long before we were being bitten to death by sandflies and we had to call it day. We were down there for a good hour or so and felt it was definitely a good time to quit while we were ahead!
|Our very own "March of the Penguins"|
|Another obligatory photograph by the signpost!|
|If you look hard enough you might spot Stewart Island|
|Windswept macrocarpa trees at Slope Point|
The last stop on our journey through the Catlins was Waipapā Point. This was the site of New Zealand's worst civilian shipwreck, when on 29th April 1881 the steamship, SS Tararua struck the treacherous Ōtara Reef - as a result 131 lives were lost. The lighthouse that now stands on the point was erected three years after the shipwreck and it was as we were walking through the scenic reserve that we finally stumbled upon some Hooker's sea lions!
|Waipapā Point guards the eastern entrance of the Foveaux Strait|
|The tower is clad in kauri and tōtara wood|
Waipapā Point was one of the last Foveaux Strait lighthouses to be erecetd, although it became one of the first to be connected to the national electricity grid.
The New Zealand/ Hooker's sea lion (Pakake) is possibly the rarest of the world's five species of sea lion and is only found in New Zealand. They once lived all around the coast but today they mostly live around the sub-Antartic Auckland Islands as well as breeding in the Otago Peninsula, along the Catlins and around Stewart Island after they were nearly hunted to extinction over 200 years ago.
|Sea lions are a lot larger than fur seals and have distinctive blunt noses|
|Sea lions prefer to laze about on sandy beaches unlike fur seals.|
Sea lions are able to move faster on the sand than humans can, so you have to be careful around them as the biggest adult males can weigh up to 400kg and are not afraid of people. Finally seeing the wildlife that we tried to see on so many different occasions round the South Island was a fitting way to finish our time in the Catlins!
|A couple of boisterous sea lion pups play fighting|