For those observant readers out there we just want to say, no, we're not back in Karamea. The panorama above is the photograph that won one of the categories in the Karamea Digital Photo Competition.
Monday, May 10th
The more we stay in the Boesman the more we love and appreciate it. Living in it is like performing a highly choreographed dance that we're getting very good at. Even so, every now and then we get out of sync and someone gets an accidental elbow somewhere soft and sensitive.
We left a sunny but windy Shakespear Park and drove to Browns Bay. Our prescriptions were running low and we needed to see a doctor to refill them. This is a very expensive and very annoying thing to do, but we had no choice. After seeing the doc Talita returned our leaky flask for a cash refund while Ferdi cashed the cheque we'd received for winning one of the categories in the Karamea Digital Photo Competition.
We had lunch by the beach and spent the afternoon reading with the sound of the crashing waves in our ears. Keira had the sniffles and Talita seemed to have cuddled her too
much, because now she was feeling sniffly too.
Late in the afternoon we had to decide where we'd spend the night. We opted for Wenderholm RP because it's the nearest of the Regional Parks. We booked ourselves in for two nights and found a nice secluded spot to camp. It was very windy and the Boesman rocked with the vicious onslaught. We found it kinda soothing and soon drifted off to sleep.
1. Getting a refund for the flask.
2. Cashing our first ever cheque for winning a competition.
3. Reading with the sound of the ocean in our ears.
Tuesday, May 11th
We were spoiled by a sunny morning that unfortunately turned cloudy all too soon. At least we had enough time to enjoy our breakfast in the sun before it departed for the day. Talita's sniffles had turned into a full blown cold and she was feeling very sick. We drove into Orewa to get flu pills and while in town we also found a few boxes we hoped to pack the chainsaw in for shipping down to Kerry.
Back at camp Ferdi fought the wind and the box and the flapping
packaging tape and managed to construct a box for the chainsaw. With his patience in tatters he eventually managed to book and pay for the shipping. We read a bit, had samies for dinner, then watched a doccie before calling it a night. All in all, not a magic day for us.
1. Packing the chainsaw for shipping. Thought for the day:
How easily our legs get swept from under us when we let go of our Father's hand.
Wednesday, May 12th
We woke to a very wet and windy morning and left Wenderholm RP soon after breakfast. Talita's cold was making her feel miserable and neither of us was in the greatest of moods, fearing our time in NZ was running out.
We drove to Browns Bay again, stopping at TeamSmit's place to wait for the courier to collect the chainsaw. Mel wasn't home so we left the box by the front door and drove to the pharmacy to see if Ferdi's prescription pills had arrived yet. It hadn't so we drove back to wait for the courier. In the meantime Mel returned home, but it took some coaxing to get Talita to
go in for a cuppa. She didn't want to spread her germs around.
By mid afternoon when the courier still hadn't arrived Mel offered to manage the hand over and we left for Ambury Park. On the way we stopped for a late lunch at McDonalds where Talita had chips and a milkshake and Ferdi had the most delicious burger he’d ever had at McDonalds; the McAngus. At Ambury Farm we had a hot shower, found a camping spot, and made dinner. After a movie we dejectedly crawled in for the night.
1. Best McDonalds ever.
2. A hot shower.
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