I know that I should of posted this yesterday and didn’t but I ran out of time and it deserved its own space. I find myself eager to get there, the building excitement was unexpected and I am not sure if it was purely to be in this space or the retracing the steps of childhood memories, either one was fine with me.
We head past Kaitaia thinking we will find somewhere for lunch up ahead and a while later are greeted with sign pointing to a beachside cafe. After taking this scenic diversion we find that alas it is closed on a Monday. “Ah ha” I say and yes of course you guessed it, I remind WH that is it not wonderful to be married to a wife who packs crackers, butter, vegemite and even a tomato. “But no knife” he says. A quick opening of the glove box reveals a particularly sharpish plastic one I placed there some time ago for just such occasions as being hungry up North, in the rain, at a remote picnic spot with stunning views.
The beauty of the rain was that there is not many people around and we cannot help but be pleased when on arrival at the Cape Reinga car park the big bus departs just after we park. I remember at the Cliffs of Moher in Ireland when we arrive late in the afternoon thinking we will have missed the rush and there are 15 buses in the car park and 100s cars. It’s good to be here, home.
We wander the path and the tip of the North finally reveals itself in the distance only to be quickly covered again in the mist.
We watch the two oceans collide and read about the legends of Māui and the spiritual connection back to Hawaiiki. We see different birds and I am going to go home and google them to see if they are Godwits who fly back to Alaska every year and return direct across this ocean, the longest known direct flight of any bird.You will get the chance to satisfy your partner well for many hours leading to total satisfaction. tadalafil overnight If you are buying 240 pills you will tadalafil 20mg generic be paying $143.60 and saving $16 US dollars. If you are a woman, and start noticing viagra online canadian the changes. My driver’s license, in 1969, was my ticket to freedom brand viagra and adventure.
We pose in front of the lighthouse and the sign post with the distances to far away places and take an opportunistic selfie to send to the kids. Sure the weather could have been better but it could’ve been worse and the ebbing and flowing of the mist and clouds added to the beauty.
We finished our stint up here with a detour down to the sand dunes. Rolling hills of golden sand which could easily have been in some desert scene, but here they are right here in our backyard.
