A Stroke of Luck
Trip Start Sep 09, 2004
394Trip End Ongoing
I went in to the kitchen and made some breakfast using up everything I had left in the bag from yesterday, got a few funny looks and remarks as to my sizeable appetite, then got packed and ready.
After breakfast, a few of us had got talking as to our coming plans. It turned out that I was the only one venturing North. Quiet Craig quietly asked if he could tag along as he too wanted to see more of the Coromandel and possibly find work there. Fine by me, he could give me a piggy back if my foot retired on me. We went in to the TV room to chill for a while and to make room for others to pack up in the poky porta-cabin. Shortly after, two Kiwi's walked in. One came over and introduced himself. His name was Sam. He explained that he was a Uni student who was staying on the campsite and was trying to conduct a survey on 'gaming' (as in 'video games'). He asked if we had the time, whether we would mind filling one in. Well that was no problem, of course we would. I explained how time wasn't a problem as we'd got most of the day to get to Whitianga and were in no rush. With that, Sam quite casually offered to drive us to the ferry crossing - save us hitching. Unbelievable. So Sam went to find his mate 'Don' who I guess 'donned' the car while we filled in the survey. Fifteen minutes later we were on our way up to Cooks beach, soaking wet from loading the car, wedged together like sardines in the back of Don's old rattling car, peering inquisitively over the top of the guitar. It made an interesting ride.
We thanked the guys at the ferry port and waited for the ferry under the small tin shelter it had. In the meantime I booked us into a hostel who kindly offered to pick us up at the other side of the crossing. Even better!
So here we are, Craig and I, sharing a dorm with a huge window overlooking the sea at 'On the Beach Backpackers' in Whitianga. It's clean, has lots of facilities and is run by a great couple. I'm sitting here legs outstretched on the wide 'sit-in' window sill right next to my bed, looking out at the sea being bullied and pelted by the ferocious rain while I write some travelogue notes. So for now we'll get settled in our new abode and if the weather clears, have a wander around our new little town. Happy days.