At the top, you can see the blue of Tasman Bay.
Here's the route (trouble viewing click here).
Shades of Prince (raspberry beret...).
Beyond sad, double the percentage of five-year-olds with PTSD.
Last stop on this trip.
Katie and Jeff were born in England, came here on a trip, and soon immigrated to NZ, where they started the rental caravan business and are raising their children. Katie's a social worker. They're genuinely lovely people and they may be the only caravan rental in all of NZ.
Last stop on a long day: Tasman Green, the spiffy rental run by Roger and Stephanie, who hugged us welcome back when we pulled into the drive (so did Jeff and Katie--this is a friendly place). Now that I think of it, Roger and Stephanie also were born in England. We stayed at Tasman Green the night before we picked up the caravan back in early May, and we'll be here the next two nights. Full circle. (Trigger alert: Jester House Cafe with its tame eels is just down the road--will they have come out of hibernation by now? Stay tuned.)
Dinner is greens from Golden Bay organic community garden sauteed with leftover steak bits from yesterday and some killer mashed potatoes with butter and sour cream. Plus organic Sauvignon Blanc from Vidal in Hawkes Bay.
All the caravan kitchen spices in a box
We'll definitely miss camping, but so begins the last phase of our current visit (with a scant two weeks to go). In a few days we'll take the Interislander ferry north to Wellington, NZ's capitol, and have a look around.