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There’s a rhythm to life on the road that only travelers know – the hum of the engine, the sudden change of weather, the way each bend feels like both a challenge and an invitation. This past weekend, I left Hamilton chasing that rhythm, winding through the Coromandel and down into the quiet coast of Marokopa. It wasn’t always easy – the mix of sunshine and rain made the narrow, twisting roads demanding – but that’s part of the beauty. Every road trip teaches you something new if you’re willing to listen.

I learned quickly that New Zealand’s coastal roads demand patience. Speeding on wet bends is never worth it, and you don’t need to keep pace with locals who know these roads by heart. If someone’s pushing from behind, just pull over, let them go, and enjoy the drive at your own rhythm. The journey becomes more rewarding when you stop competing and start flowing with the road.

Friday: Hamilton to Whangamatā

The day began with a breakfast stop in Paeroa at PerKup Café, followed by a caffeine boost from Waihi Coffee Roasters – both worth bookmarking if you’re road tripping this way. Energized, I made a detour to Whiritoa Beach, a hidden gem with soft white sand and a rock outcrop you can climb for sweeping views. Behind that same rock, there’s a sheltered spot where the wind drops away completely, leaving only the sound of waves. It’s a little slice of magic, though parking is limited and facilities are non-existent.

By afternoon, the road carried me into Whangamatā, where I parked up for the night. I always like to plan my stops in advance – it’s one less worry when the sun goes down. That evening, a walk on the beach led to meeting a few locals who welcomed me like an old friend. We ended up sharing a homemade seafood dinner, the kind of road trip moment you never forget. Later, as rain began to fall, I climbed into the van and let the sound of raindrops on the roof lull me to sleep.

Saturday: From Van Breakfasts to Hidden Bridges

The next morning started with my favorite van life ritual: scrambled eggs and toast cooked on the pan with olive oil. Nothing fancy, but with my new mini frypan from Kmart, breakfast came together in minutes. There’s something grounding about making your own meal before hitting the road again.

First stop: Mangapōhue Natural Bridge. Even under grey skies, it was stunning. A short trail led me to a towering limestone arch that felt like stepping into another world. Best of all, I had it completely to myself, which made the moment feel even more magical.

From there, I continued to the Piripiri Cave Walk. The boardwalk through the forest was beautiful, but unless caves are your passion, it’s more of a “nice if you’re nearby” stop than a must-see.

The Crown Jewel: Marokopa Falls

Every trip has a highlight, and for me, it was Marokopa Falls. The road to get there winds through thick forest – make sure you top up your fuel before this stretch – but the reward is unforgettable.

It’s only a 10-minute walk from the car park before you hear the roar of water, and then suddenly, the 35-meter waterfall comes into view, crashing with pure force. The viewing platform offers a great angle, but if you scramble down closer, the mist cools your face and the power of the falls hits you in a way no photo can capture. Wear sturdy shoes – it’s muddy after rain – but don’t miss the chance to stand in that spray.

Ending the Journey: Marokopa

As the day wound down, I drove into the small coastal town of Marokopa and parked up at the holiday park for the night. After days of winding roads, beaches, caves, and waterfalls, the quiet simplicity of this spot was the perfect ending.

This road trip reminded me why I love van life: it’s not just the destinations, but the little things – the kindness of strangers, the meals you cook in the back of the van, the rain that rocks you to sleep, and the lessons you pick up along the way. Out here, slowing down isn’t just safer – it’s the only way to really experience the road.