Team NZ returned to Tauranga on Monday. Naturally, we headed directly to the beach on Mt. Mauganui to cook up a little lunch outside of the spaceship... (See Mark preparing chicken caesar salads and note the slender Stella cans to the right... Stella does not taste nearly as delicious from a can, for the record...) Katy and i collected some seashells and enjoyed the day. i think the photos pretty much explain how we ended up deciding to call this place home. Day two we began the apartment/flat hunt (which, nearly one week later, has proven to be never ending) and found the freshest, unbelievably inexpensive fish, crab, mussels, etc caught daily in our very own bay. Some guy, recognizing our jaunty accents, asked if we were on holiday and insisted on taking our photo (on the wharf). Best fish and chips. EVER.
Becoming more and more discouraged with the home hunt everyday we took a break at the park to do a little leisurely reading... Katy spotted a huge rat climbing out of the trashcan (rubbish bin) and Shark went out to investigate with no success. An elderly couple napped in the car next to us. i, however, maintain my theory that they were actually dead and not napping at all. Seriously, they didn't move for the entire hour we were there.
i suppose this chapter of the journey is fairly uneventful. We drove around in the spaceship for a couple of days getting to know the area and drooling over beachfront houses... beachfront houses with dredlocked boys in wet suits carrying surf boards outside of them... hellllooo neighbors!
Next installment: how we came to be living in a garage.
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