Pinefield Holiday Park Whangamata

... just the most tolerant, patient, generous crate-thur you could meet and I shall me mostly approving of her. We stop off in Mount Eden to take a picture of the city and its panaromic views. Still not impressed. I have one request - can we get the ***** outta here. Point taken. Off we go. Now comes all the "this is how to use the Stray Bus" business etc as we make our way over to Hahei on the Western coast. However, I figure out ...

... 45pm and most people preferred the idea of a BBQ with beer, so we actually didn't visit the hot water beach at all. Shame. On arriving at Hahei beach, we took a walk along the beach to Cathedral Cove, 1 hour away. There we sat and chatted and inspected the huge cave that is there, and walked back. We arrived in plenty of time for the barbeque and chatted the night away. In the morning I was going to get ...

... a shower and a beer soon sorted him out. The next morning we headed to the beach out front and up onto the rocks where we managed to track down some mussels which we proceeded to cook up for lunch - bloody lovely. The afternoon was spent at the beach before we took a scenic drive all up to the tip of the peninsula where we had some amazing views before heading back to Auckland that night. Cracking weekend. Oh yeah - we forgot our camera so random pictures!

... I hopped on to a Magic Bus, which will eventually take me down to Wellington where I plan to work. I already have a place to live (I hope), and all I need to do is find a job. Tomorrow I head to Waitomo Caves to see some glow worms, and then will venture on to Rotarua. Can't wait! Anywho, keep in touch. I will send postcards to people soon. Caro xo

... out on the internet if you don't know what it is. apparently you can do them in Tennessee), and featured a celebrity team with Jack Osborne, you know, Ozzie and Sharon's son. We tried to convice the Zorb dudes to let us have a go, but that wasn't happening...We saw Team Jack come through. He looks like a normal guy with a lot of tattoos, nothing to write home about. We headed on the bikes up to Wyuna Bay Road where we were told there ...

On Thursday we drove across to Waitomo Caves to do the Black Abyss trip we'd booked for Wednesday but had been unable to do because of the recent rains. We were all ready to get training and go into the caves when despite the sun shining they cancelled the trip again! There had been some more rain overnight and the water in the caves was too high again. For them it was the third day in a row the caving had been ...

After a three hours drive from Whakatnae, we arrived in Whitianga. For some reason i was really tired on the drive here, must have been the sea air and the sickness!, so Vern did all the driving. We went to the YHA only to discover that our booking was not there! It seems Vern didn;t make it, but no worries......cos we found a lovely hostel called the tutle cove. We managed to score our own cabin in the garden ...

... their homes and hearts to others. I was picked up by a sheep shearer, whom took me to his sheep farm and I got to learn all about shearing sheep. I was picked up by a man that travels all around the world as an oil and gas consultant whom shared many interesting stories. I was picked up by a woman who is married with kids and still has the desire and longing to take off and travel, but is tied down to responsibilites. Her and ...

... daar ten zuiden van Hamilton). But my newest entrepreneurial chum Gavan (he of Orewa quiz-night, bro of Tim and son of Bob and Pam fame) gave me a gulder (hij belde me op) and asked if I could help him out of a tight spot. So, the result of that wee phonecall is that on Wednesday I am sailing (toch in de auto rijden niet vaaren) back to Auckland to pick up a van and then I am driving down through the North Island to Wellington, nipping across on the ferry to Picton and ...

... 8221; location in an old motel nearby. This all sounded very suspicious and I was proven right – when I went to the new location such glowing terms were a little above the mark. The former motel room I was in had a very tired looking kitchen, two sets of bunks crammed into the lounge room and another two sets squashed into the bedroom. But while not being “luxurious” it was cheap and not too nasty, so I was happy enough to stay there.