After the obligatory ‘flat white’ (coffee) we headed out to do some exploring in the area. First it was to the Aurore gold fields which had brought Collingwood its shortlived fame in the first place. Then on up the coast to Port Puponga (originally famous for coal mining) and over to the west coast and Wharaiki Beach. This is a truly magical place, sand dunes and cliffs, with rolling surf, lashed by a strong onshore breeze. It is easy to understand why the guide books describe it as one of the most beautiful beaches in New Zealand. Then back to Port Puponga and out onto Farwell Spit which is the thin hook like spit of sand which reaches out 15 miles from the northern tip of the South Island. Most of the Spit is a nature reserve so you are only allowed to venture onto the first mile or so. After a day of glorious weather it started to rain on our way back to Collingwood however our spirits were not dampened as it was on this run that we got a call from Air New Zealand to say that they had found Christine’s bag and would deliver it to us at our motel that evening. In celebration we went for a meal at the local ‘tavern’ where we met two German backpackers. Christine was able to give some motherly advice to one of them who thought that the best way to cure a bout of gippy tummy was to have a large portion of chips!
At 10.00 pm Christine’s bag was duly delivered and there was exceeding rejoicing!
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