I couldn’t stay away from Laura too long. Just before I left she found out there were tickets available for the British Lions v the Blues…
She planted a seed.
Like a dog with a bone I found us some tickets and booked my flight back to see her!
Happiest girls in the world right now!
Shameless self promotion!
Although we lost, it was still an awesome atmosphere, incredible experience, and I am most definitely glad I stayed in New Zealand that little bit longer to be a part of it.
Laura suggested we stay behind after the game so we could meet the lions. Unfortunately, their egos must have been a little too bruised as they didn’t make an appearance, but we did meet some of the Blues!
Sonny Bill Williams.
Scott Quinell, from Llanelli, back home!
We have no idea who this guy is, and I’ve asked everyone I know, checked the Blues website, checked the Lions website-no idea! Answers on the back of a postcard if you know!
And last but not least, John Spencer the Tour manager.
Just for the record, I learnt who all these people are by being here, I do not profess to know the first thing about rugby. I support Wales but wouldn’t know who they are if I bumped into them on the street!
We had stayed in the Bunkdown hostel in Whangarei, where they told us about the Native Bird Recovery Centre, where you can actually touch a kiwi bird.
We thought an experience like this would cost quite a bit, but it’s only a $10 minimum donation to help keep the centre running.
This is Sparky, he was caught in a trap and lost his leg, he would have died in the wild, but here he has a full life, munching on worms and helping educate the children of New Zealand.
This was definitely one of he best experiences in New Zealand. Being so inexpensive too was a bonus for the budget traveler.
Robert, the founder of the centre is full of facts and information, and his passion for the birds and their care shows.
He found us worms to feed Sparky.
The centre helps all kinds of birds, the website even has a webcam to watch eggs hatching that have have been abandoned and rescued by the centre.
I have included the link to the website as this was literally the best experience, and it helps injured animals.
Charleston is home to the glow worm caves. There is pretty much nothing here apart from the campsite we are staying at, the glow worm caves and their cafe. Or at least that’s all we saw…
When we went to book the glow worm caves we were faced with two options, one was just a walk through the caves to see the glow worms. The other was walking through the cave, in a wetsuit, carrying a tractor tyre inner tube, seeing the glow worms and tubing down the river…
Yup. We squeezed ourselves into wetsuits and plundered into the darkness!
What an experience!
This post is so late as I’ve been trying to get the pictures off the water proof camera, but am not that technically minded. So failed. But there is a link to laugh at Laura and I down a cave..