Paihia Pacific Resort Hotel
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- Breakfast Available
- Wireless internet connection in room (free)
- Hot tub
- Laundry facilities (self serve)
- Wireless internet connection in room (surcharge)
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Set off at 8.30am to the Bay of Islands with a four hour drive for Gavin and a daytime temperature of 28.5°c - very hot. A four hour boat trip which we wanted to book was full so we booked a 3 hour trip from 4.30pm to 7.30pm. After booking on we went and checked into the 'Pacific Resort' hotel, our home for the next 2 nights. After a spot of lunch …
... the whole of NZ was going to be like today, I'm going to need a week off. Day two heralded grey skies and rain, which thwarted our plans to visit the Sky Tower, but all was not lost. After a Skype session with Tina and Keiran, we decided to go to Auckland museum to gain more of an insight into Aotearoa's (NZ in Maori) history. The Maori cultural experience that we attended did just that. We learnt all about their way of life and were enthralled by their stories, songs ...
... translucent threads of worms, whose tails light up to attract dinner, love to live in caves around the countryside. They weave themselves a little hammock on the roof of the cave to recline in while they await bugs to come their way for dinner. Then they hang a series of little single web threads down a few inches that are laced with sticky stuff. Bugs fly into them, get snagged and ...
... the bay as far as the Hole in Rock, which the skipper passed through to the delight of the passengers.
On our return, we stopped at Urupukapuka Island, where we climbed up above the wharf to a couple of viewpoints looking out over the bay, which apparently contains some 144 islands, although if it doesn't have vegetation ...
... after being impacted by a supersonic something that's been given flight and kinetic purpose from oncoming traffic on a bed! I was aware of "it" leaving the back of the oncoming truck, and remember protecting my eyes from glass shards. But looking back, the only specifics I can now recal was the smell of panic and the sound of tearing fabric as my **** bit into the seat of my car like a hungry T. rex, in expectation of the force from the impact on the screen to ...