Breakfast is being prepared by Sean (significant other to Jeanne, mom of Willy) on the outdoor grilling station. Bacon, blood pudding, eggs and sausage were the offering this morning and will end up sitting in our gut for the remainder of the day...heavy! Santa comes by and greets all the kids this morning and it is always a big hit in the park.
Later, after breakfast, Tanya and I decide it is time to move on and we gather our things, load the camper van back up and proceed to say our goodbye's
. It is without question the kidness of our new Kiwi friends is not significant only to them but is rather the norm for the whole nation. Not once have we encountered rude or inhospitable people other than other nationalities. The Kiwis have something special here and I hope they know they how special that it. Their nation is beautiful, unspolied just like their people. Our Hobbit family was gracious enough to let us experience it first hand for two days. This alone was worth the trip. How many times have you been able to travel to a destination and equally enjoy the people as much as the locale? We are fortunate indeed.
Pulling out of Waipu Cove we head North for the next evening stop; Paiha.
Not hearing the proverbial reindeer hooves on the roof, we instead wake to relative quiet and the realization we missed the gift exchange. Considering the kids were up at 5:30 to do this was of no great loss. We come outside at a more reasonable hour to see little movement except Ron washing his wifes car in his bathrobe. NZ tradition? Not, and Maureen, Rons wife, just rolls her eyes. Ron is always doing something. I know a dad like this too. :)