A 4WD Adventure of Discovery, Mystery, Murder and Romance?
This story takes you on a journey through some of the toughest terrain in magnificent New Zealand.
The story is based on fact and many situations are the embellished stories (lies) of actual events.
The Reader will have to decide what is fact and what is fiction. More
Many years ago an old Maori bloke I met up in the South Island High Country told me about this track his Father had taken him on when he was a young fella. They had gone from Hanging Rock, near Pleasant Point in South Canterbury to the mouth of a large river on the West Coast. It had taken them nearly 12 weeks and they had suffered terribly in the mountains. They had been caught by the weather and spent 10 days on a shingle beach on a river. One of the horses they had used to tow the dray had been injured in a fall and the food she provided was the only thing that saved Hemi and his Father.
Details of starting and finishing points were a bit confused as Hemi hadn’t ventured to the West Coast for more than 60 years and he could only tell me that on the West Coast they had come out through a deserted town. He had no idea of its name and thought that maybe it didn’t even have a name. It was completely set out with houses and Gas lights in the streets. The houses were all painted Olive Green and all the windows were shuttered.
Hemi was old, well he looked old anyway, and nearing 75 I’d guess, but fit. Brown and wrinkled, his face had a permanent smile and frown all at the same time. Not a grey hair in his full head of curly black hair. You could see he was as comfortable in the hills as in the lounge in his house. His brown eyes were bright as he told his story.
He told me that the town was a secret, that the Government didn’t want people to know about it. Now this must have been, well I’m 50, and I would have been 20 when Hemi told me about this place. So 60 years at least since Hemi had been there, so at least 90 years ago. Maybe a bit longer than that even.
An Adventure coming on