Whitianga

So we bussed it on to Thames, which has eh…a nice view of a mountain, where we waited around for a while chatting to a pie eating lass named Nicole. The bus we got to Whitianga was a ‘pretend bus’ according to the lady on the intercom and in we bundled with a few other crusty beardies where we preceeded to bore each other with tales of where we’ve been and what we’ve done and how we all still have our ten fingers left.
Our gaff in Whitianga was called the Cat’s Pajama’s. We splashed out on the ‘ensuite’ room. He he. It was a cool place with a big real fire and plenty of room in the kitchen for us Anthony Worrell Thompkinsons.

So we vegged in front of the tv, then walked about and bought ourselves a great big gourmet pizza!! Woohoo. Only when we got back to the hostel, there was no oven. He he
So we had to go back out again and buy other dinner ingredients. It’s a pain in the arse trying to eat healthily. Pasta, sauce, veggies and a bit of chicken or ham can set you back a good 15 – 20 bucks in the local ‘supermarket’ whereas you get 3 pieces of fish, 2 chips, 2 drinks and sauce for a fiver in the chippie!!
Ho hum. We ignored the calls of the chippie and bought some rice and broccoli.

We decided to store the pizza in the freezer and take it back to Auckland with us when we were heading back. Lol
The following day we had planned to go to the hot water beach and dig ourselves a hole in the beach an hour before low tide and sit there and wait for the fantastic hot water beneath the ground to mingle with the cool sea water. However when we got to the tourist center, low tide was at 6.30 pm and the ‘taxi/shuttle’ service was gonna charge us 40 bucks each. He said it was rough out there and it would be dark blah blah blah so we gave it a miss. Another little problem that having our own vehicle would have solved! Bah Humbug.

At this stage now we are pretty pooped out from constantly running around New Zealand so we’re quite happy to move on. We headed back to Auckland for the night, ate our pizza and roamed around (Again).

Our flight out to Melbourne was 4 hours or something and as we took off, we waved to everyone and it’s feckin James’ feckin turn to tell the feckin story of feckin Melbourne. So I'm out... he he