Trip Start Feb 28, 2009
27Trip End Apr 12, 2009
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Where I stayed
Castle Court Motel
We did however exert ourselves a LITTLE bit when we wandered around the farmlands surrounding her house... (As a warning for any future visitors to her place, if she suggests a 'strolls through the nearby pine forest' then pack a machete and some rope and don your hiking boots!)
On our last day the four of us (Chrissy, Duncan and us two) headed out to a very nice pub/restaurant called The Sawmill. It is actually as the name suggests an old converted sawmill that now houses a pub with its own micro-brewery. Trude was of course in her element trying some of their beers and she even went so far as to buy some new glasses for her collection as well as a few bottles of their beer to enjoy further on in the holiday
Since Martijn isn't a beer drinker Chrissy suggested that he should try one of her favourites, a drink called T.K.O. And as a result it now also comes highly recommended by him :P
On our way back from The Sawmill we swung by a little beach that gave us a nice view of Goat Island. It is a small island (JUST off the coast) which got its name because the explorers of old would drop off some goats on nearby small islands to help shipwrecked people survive. Amusingly enough, Goat Island in this case never actually had any goats as they released pigs instead. The pigs later escaped the island by swimming ashore however, so that plan had a few flaws in it aparently...
The reason we went there is that it is a marine reserve which has various colourful fish swimming real close to the shore. Normally you can just sit at the edge and almost pet the fish as they swim by. This day however the weather wasn't the best and the sea was fairly rough and the fish decided to hide a bit more. We DID see one bright BRIGHT blue fish that more looked fit for an aquarium, but it also dashed onwards real quick before we could try to take a picture...
Later that evening Chrissy drove us back to the motel in her old Jaguar, which truly sounds ferocious when she revs up the engine properly.
The rest of the evening was spent in a practical fashion by doing a bit more laundry and packing everything up for our onwards journey the next day...
We just want to thank Chrissy (and Duncan too of course) for being wonderful hosts and tour guides, as well as being exceptionally patient with Martijn's constant questions about everything from the New Zealand flag to farming practices...