Good Friday.
Quite cool this morning (8 degrees) when we pack up. We pass through lots of lovely farm land and stopped for a (toilet) break at Clinton. We travelled on looking for cafes (many closed because of Good Friday) and didn't find one with adequate parking until Lake Waihola, not far out of Dunedin, where we had a late morning tea.
Straight through Dunedin and on to Waikouaiti where the layout of the camping ground resembles a wild west wagon circle. The facilities are a little primitive (not as bad as Curio Bay), but in line with the cheap price. It is very cold but we go for a walk along the beach with lovely golden sand before settling in for the night.
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| The centre used by the kids for ball games and bikes |
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| A few brave swimmers in wet suits |
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| The mirror in the Ladies had a few bends in it. I'm sure I'm not that shape! |
Saturday 26th
Duncan goes for a good run along the Waikouaiti Beach this morning. Jill arrives up from Dunedin (the kids are away with Sea scouts on Lake Brunner) and takes us to Huriawa Pa which is a walk at Karitane. There are lots of different tracks and I'm not sure we did them in the right order. The Pa is on a peninsula which is being battered by the sea and there are several blowholes - shame we just missed the incoming tide though. It has been turned into pastoral land, but now there are large pockets of replanting in native species.
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| Ready to go |
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| Replanting |
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Not quite sure what these berries are. Poroporo - Thanks Dawn. |
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| Steep banks |
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| Some Maori decoration - it was a significant lookout in preEuropean times. |
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| Pallisades to create a bit of atmosphere instead of just a fence. |
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| Caves showing the erosion |
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| An Arch which is probably a spectacular blowhole at the right tide. |
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| Jill and Duncan near the furthermost point into the sea. A river mouth is on the left. |
After that we drive into Waikouaiti and look briefly at some of the shops then buy a selection of pies at Beano's Pie Shop for lunch. Jill goes back to Dunedin and after a short nap Duncan and I get into reading new books - chasing the weak sun around the caravan.
We had been warned that their would be music on Saturday night. The first singer is a very old Tex Morton type who sings the Gambler (You've got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold'em) and "Dont touch my Willy - I don't know you that well" which is actually don't touch my Willie Nelson records. Haha.
The owner of the camping ground has a very nice voice and because the music pervades the camping ground I find myself with several other ladies belting out Ten Guitars in the loos! The elderly line dancers are very good, but the cleaning lady, who is very drunk, manages a very poor rendition of Living next door to Alice. She looks the worse for wear as she mops out the showers the next day.
Fortunately it all quietens down at 10 o'clock.
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| Elderly Cowboy |
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| Camp Manager |
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| Line dancers |
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