Friday March 29th..
Apart from a traffic backlog at the Paeroa bridge, ie 2.7km, traffic wasn't that bad. Eventually arriving in Whitianga and after a spa, time to chillax with a pre dinner cocktail (or two) - courtesy of George, the Romanian barman
Pre dinner drinks over and time for dinner. We wondered what the glow of lights were over a hill, until it finally presented itself as this
and it was night time on the waterways
Saturday, March 30th
Time for a spot of fishing. I didn't expect to go out on the boat and only had bling bling dresses.. As I don't fish it must have looked strange. Everyone else decked out in their fishing gear and me in my bling bling dress.
When I eventually emerged from my comatose condition - ie queasiness due to a slightly choppy ocean - I found it was all action on board.
|Come to me Fish, you will make a great Smoked Dish|
|A Baby Grand Daddy|
|George Playing With Buoys|
|Time to head home|
|An unwelcome visitor! Shark Tales any one?|
Please don't feel squeamy
these make excellent Sashimi
Yes they are Albacore Tuna x 3
but not just any Tom, Dick or Harry
Monday 1st April
No, this is not an April fool's, I opened our curtains on awakening to find a sunrise of jewels