We start packing up and start anticipating where we might end up. We have no specific destination in mind but after some discussion we decide to stay at a couple of DOC camps on our way to Kerikeri and leave Whangarei for another time.
It’s our usual leisurely start, chatting to the owner of the property and other fellow motorhomers who have arrived the day before. Late morning we head off for the Farmers Market at Matakana. It is a permanent venue and it wasn’t hard to imagine that you were stepping back in time to a medieval setting. There were the usual choices of food fare to tempt you and a few different ones like mussel patties, organic crepes and whitebait patties. Ross was seduced by the whitebait patties and we thought we’d done quite well as our only other purchase was a yummy freshly baked loaf of fruit bread – my particular weakness.
After perusing the book sale at the hall and deciding we didn’t need any more, we headed off to Warkworth in search of the Dump Station. Now this you think would be easy but it must be its best kept secret. Around a few blocks in the town centre, negotiating the roadworks or more like a war zone. They were putting in a new water and drainage system. The dump station was right beside State Highway 1 and the most tricky of intersections. We got to it okay but wondered how we were going to manage getting out again. We decided not to turn right, so another loop around the block negotiating the roadworks and finally we got onto SH1 . By now it was pouring down with rain again but we didn’t care, we were on our way north.
Uretiti Beach DOC camp after an hour on the road proved to be a good choice.
We had a pleasant evening. I watched TV and read my book. Ross caught up with his children by computer and phone. Then we had fun looking at travel pamphlets and familiarizing ourselves with Northland.