The next day was more exciting… First, we dropped off our campervan with Jucy as we had discovered a crack in the windscreen. It just so happened that a crack appeared at the same time someone had started driving the campervan… Then we took the ferry across to Rangitoto Island- we had wanted to do this with David and Rachel but the weather made it impossible. Rangitoto is an island in the middle of Auckland harbour, and is a now dormant volcano
. Despite us having ample time to get there we still ended up pushing our luck and had to run most of the way there. We had a walk up to the summit of the volcano which was a really nice walk despite the heat. It took a couple of hours get to the top and once there we had some lunch. While we were sitting admiring the view we caught a snippet of that unmistakable Geordie accent. They were from Rowlands Gill…what a small world! From there we headed down to some caves which were shaped by the lava… it was dark and cold but it was still pretty cool walking through there. We made our way back to the ferry point in time for the 3pm ferry back to Auckland. We stopped for a sneaky drink in Limon before heading off to pick up the camper. It just wasn't the same without Davey C and Rachel.
So the next day we began our drive back down to Auckland. Lizzie drove and luckily there were no accidents… We stopped off at a little bohemian village called Puhoi for some lunch and were not disappointed. The place was run by a Yorkshire man and we were treated to sausage rolls, meat pies and some Devonshire cream tea… and that was just for Lizzie! That was pretty much the only exciting thing that happened that day. We arrived back in Auckland around tea-time.