Jan 02, 2013
Mar 23, 2013
Part two of my hatched plan was to hit a beach on the East coast so Neil (and I) could get a swim in the ocean. It was cloudy though and we decided to cut our losses and head directly west as I need to drop Neil of at a mates house in Hamilton tomorrow morning. We ended up in Raglan, which I suppose is like London's Brighton, about 40 kilometres away. We pitched camp, I went into town for a box of red to keep me going and the sun came out. So we had a swim (6.30pm ish). We've just had half or three quarters of an hour chucking a ball at each other in a warm (not Mediterranean but warmer than the UK sea) natural harbour. 22 days in and we've at last managed to lark about a bit in the ocean. Not sure I'll ever get used to this black sand though! It always seems so dirty....