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Published: July 19th 2015
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"Oughhhhhh." I exhaled in unrelenting disgust. "It smells like a dead body..."
I plopped my pack down on the nearby picnic table and vigorously scanned my surroundings. The open area was the length and shape of a skating rink. A brush line of palms, rata trees, and ferns rimmed a grassy lawn so immaculate any suburban homeowner would kill for. The Heaphy Hut stood on the far side of this manmade ...
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Dancing Dave
David Hooper
Kahurangi
What a beautiful part of the World Bekah. I expected grey sand but your pic of Scotts Beach it is yellow. And no bug spray!!! I thought it was obligatory on the West Coast to escape the kamakase dive bombers a.k.a. NZ sandflies or is that only further South or seasonal? Paradise always needs something to keep the hordes away or it wouldn't be Paradise!