Finding our “own” bay that was then invaded by others.
Scott diving for mussels and then cooking them in copious
amounts of butter, garlic, and white wine. [and our cute neighbors, an elderly
couple from Nelson, who had experience in the mussel industry ensuring that the
mussels were safe for human consumption]
Snorkeling for rays.
Rock climbing.
Watching the sunset.
Morning swim while everyone else was just waking up.
Moronic neighbors who fed the seagulls [numerous inappropriate
ideas for retaliation if any of the seagulls defecated on our tent were
discussed… ask me in person for more details!]
Kayaking with beers, an action that was fully supported by
our Kiwi guide who met up with us at a pub later.
Live music… Tony Swain thank you for your bluesy, rock’n’roll
goodness!
And finally, and not so great, realizing that I am allergic
to sandflies when my ankles swelled up after being bitten and all my bites
turning into itchy, red welts.
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