A Rainy Tuesday in Tauranga

Here is another installment in the story of our cruise holiday.

It was raining when we left Napier and unfortunately the wet weather followed us. When we arrived in Tauranga the following morning it was still raining steadily and did not look like letting up. A lot of people went off on tours to Rotorua from Tauranga and I think others went to see places associated with the “Lord of the Rings” films. We were going to stay in the town. Tauranga seems to be quite a large place.  The area where we were berthed was a different neighbourhood from the city centre and had the weather not been so bad we would have explored that area firstand caught a local bus to the city centre later on.

Tauranga from ship
The weather in Tauranga did not look promising.

Instead we caught a shuttle bus to the city centre and despite the poor weather Naomi and I tried to see as much as we could on foot. We had a look around the shops and visited an arts and crafts store on the waterfront where we saw several things we liked but which were too bulky to bring home.  We had planned to do a self guided walk of the town after lunch  to see some of the older buildings and parks but the rain set in so badly that after a short time we gave it up. It was just too wet.

We did manage a walk by the sea.
We did manage a walk by the sea.

However, our day in Tauranga was not a total loss. We were walking along the waterfront in a light drizzle when I spotted a group of sculptures  that caught my interest.

Hairy Maclary sculpture at Tauranga.
Hairy Maclary sculptures at Tauranga.

I called Naomi to come and see. It was a group of dogs who had a cat bailed up on a pole.  These turned out to be characters from the Hairy Maclary stories. The author of these children’s stories, Lynley Dodd, came from the Tauranga area. I don’t often get excited by sculptures but these delightful animals made our visit to Tauranga worthwhile. For those who are not familiar with the Hairy Maclary stories, and I wasn’t although I had heard the name, there is a link at the end of this post.

We ended up catching the bus back to the ship earlier than we’d have liked to and we will have to return to Tauranga one day to explore it properly.

Tauranga was just too wet.
Tauranga was just too wet.


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I was born in England in 1957 and lived there until our family came to Australia in 1966. I grew up in Adelaide, South Australia, where I met and married my husband David. We came together over a mutual love of trains. Both of us worked for the railways for many years, his job was with Australian National Railways, while I spent 12 years working for the STA, later TransAdelaide the Adelaide city transit system. After leaving that job I worked in hospitality until 2008. We moved to Tasmania in 2002 to live in the beautiful Huon Valley. In 2015 David became ill and passed away in October of that year. I currently co-write two blogs on WordPress.com with my sister Naomi. Our doll blog "Dolls, Dolls, Dolls", and "Our Other Blog" which is about everything else but with a focus on photographs and places in Tasmania. In November 2019 I began a new life in the house that Naomi and I intend to make our retirement home at Sisters Beach in Tasmania's northwest. My current housemates are Cindy, my 14-year-old Staffy-Lab X dog and Polly the world's most unsociable cat who is seven.


  1. I am also not so much into sculpture art. Sometimes I don’t even unterstand what the artist tried (maybe because I don’t understand art in general), but in this case here I do like the sculptures too, althought I never heard about the Hairy Maclary stories, but I like the animal sculpture 🙂

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