When a wrong turn ended up so right
On a motorhome tour of New Zealand with a company called
Alan Rogers Worldwide, I found myself on the dramatic west coast staring into a large flat white coffee. I’d seen the glaciers, both Franz Josef and Fox, but now it was time for something unstructured.
Exiting the café, I took a wrong turn and found myself on an unmade-up road which became a rough track, then a dirt trail. Unable to turn around, I eventually found myself on a beach. Alone.
The white foam of the Tasman Sea pounded the shore. The place was surreal: countless perfectly smooth pebbles, brilliant bone-white and grey-green.
Artfully placed at intervals were the washed up tree stumps from some far off place. Sun-baked and salt-bleached, their roots were weathered and contorted into otherworldly shapes.
Well-organised itineraries have their place, but this was the best wrong turn I have ever made. RUSSELL WHELDON, KENT