Ouch my hips hurt. Bloody hard floors. At least I'm warm. We were woken at 4.00 by what Briggsy described as a blood curdling scream that lasted for ages. I remember it as something different. I was woken a second before by a car wheel spinning away and the scream lasted for a second and sounded like someone taking the mick. Anyway we're both still here now.
We had a lovely breakfast in a great little cafe with the most idlyic view of the Bay. We then hit the road south through the drizzle passing through Auckland and then up towards the Coromandel Peninsula. We intended to stay in Thames, which is the western gateway to the peninsula, but it looked a little industrial so we continued up to Coromandel Town and found a campsite on Shelly Beach.
The NZ news is funny sometimes. Instead of having an easter eggs hunt they hunt the easter bunny instead. Its a tradition and this year they managed to shot 11500 of them. We decided to cook which seemed like a good idea when we bought the food, but when we got to the kitchen there were no untensils or crockery. we managed to cobble together some bits and pieces and threw together a tuna and chick pea pasta. Strange, nice but strange.
