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Trip Start Oct 18, 2010
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Trip End Jan 18, 2011


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Night Sky Lodge

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Friday, November 5, 2010

Friday 5th November


We woke after a blissful flap-free nights sleep in Night Sky Lodge. Such a luxury to have French linen, mammoth pillows, en-suite bathroom and generally space to manouvere. The puppy (who has subsequently been given the unfortunate name of 'Snatch' by the twins) was barking like mad pretty early so to save the other guests from being woken from their slumber prematurely Tom went out to walk him around a bit. 


We decided we were going to have a bit of a lazy day to recover from the intense few days of driving that we had done so we had some breakfast, pottered around a bit then strolled into Kohukohu. It's a lovely little village with pub, post office, op shop and a couple of cafes and art galleries showcasing local artists. Malheuresement, not all of them were open today but we looked through the window and vowed to come back and check them out properly another day. Instead, we went into The Waterline Cafe for an earl grey tea and a slice of date cake with yoghurt. It was delicious but we wished it had been a nicer day so we could have sat out over the water as it looked like a nice spot for indulgence. On our way home we passed the Post Office and outside was a poster that Stefi had told us to look out for. It was advertising a festival in a coastal village called Miti Miti on Saturday that was raising money to buy a defibrillator for the area. We fixed it in the diary.


Once back at the lodge we cruised around reading books, sorting out the truck, doing the washing and playing with the girls. Kerrin (Stefanie's husband) caught the last ferry home from the sheep farm that he works on during the week across the water. Imogen and Blossom were so excited to see him when he finally arrived and we could see why. He pulled up in his Nissan Patrol wearing a battered old hat with a very shaggy fleece, trousers tied up with string, massive beard...he looked like Worzel Gummidge. Everything seemed to click into place and make a bit more sense once we had met him. He's a very eccentric kiwi farmer who's travelled the world a few times over and consequently has some hilarious stories to tell. Stefanie invited us to join the family for dinner so we gladly accepted and sat down to fresh lamb chops, Moroccan style lamb pie, leek salad and brown rice. It was a fantastic meal and lovely to sit round the table with them and witness the family dynamics. After we'd cleared up we all processed outside where Kerrin teamed up with one of the other guests to create a rather ad hoc firework display to celebrate Guy Fawkes night. Everything was going splendidly until I decided to nip back into the guest kitchen to recharge my wine glass and seeing the another guest in there I went to walk straight in banging nose first (obviously) into the closed french doors. Very embarrassing but seemed to entertain. I rubbed the schnoz print off the glass and carried on to the fridge in search of Pinot Gris. After a few more "fire crackers", sparklers and wines we all headed off in various directions to bed.
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