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... nap and I sat upstairs on my phone. The girl from the front desk arrived and we started to chat. She was cute, a local kiwi. She asked where I was from and was shocked as she thought I talked as if English was my second language. Aka my English is terrible. A nice way to get to know a person I guess. Only good thing is I have no level of feeling insult from working the rigs. I was shocked to say the least although I think I've mentioned before that ...
... drove down to
Foxton Beach itself – a long, long beach with soft sand and blue
sea. The day was hot and sunny but there was a strongish wind
blowing and I ummed and ahed about actually swimming. However when
we got down to the water and dipped our toes in it was WARM.
Probably as warm as we have ever felt it in New Zealand, so rushed
back up to Bertie, changed, rushed back again and waded in, stately
as a galleon... It was great – ...
... and I really don't know how I could have missed the sign with the big yellow letters "Domestic terminal." Anyway, I wheeled my bag-wagon with 35 kg of bags to the right place where you were supposed to check-in yourself on this little check-in machine. It didn't work, until one of the two ladies behind the counter told me that I couldn't check in a bag with more than 23.5 kg contents. I panicked inside!! My bag weighed more than 28 kg. I showed the lady my e-ticket, and to my luck ...
Time for another weekend trip and this time it was a long drive but worth it. We drove to New Plymouth a cute little town at the sea with some surfing beaches. The surf highway is starting there going all around the National Park. Mount Taranaki was full of snow and always in sight. A perfect location, beaches and a snow mountain, what else could you with for?
we drove up to the Dawsons Falls and took a little adventurous hike where we ...
... tuna sandwichs), and a bumble bee made Marc jump and he punched himself in the face! It was hilarious to say the least.
We then drove on to stratford where the i-site was very unhelpful so we decided we would do better in New Plymouth for accomodation. We used the i-site and ended up next to Fitzroy beach, in a campsite that was pricey but pleasent, but was busy though.