Driving further north until we reach a little village to stop in, attempted to stretch our legs on the beach at Whangamata and nearly tripped over an errant seal. (According to the ‘locals’ seals don’t usually stop here.)
It was quite a bleak day, and ashamed to say we were probably still hungover from Friday!
A cwtchy little cafe served nachos and loaded wedges and milkshake. Sold!
Waikato is our next stop to dip our feet in the hot water springs. What you’re supposed to do is hire a spade to dig a hole and lay in the hot water that comes up through the sand.
What we did was steal a hole someone else had made to bathe our feet in.