Warkworth and Goat Island via the automatic
Caught magic bus of hell again and got stupid comments from cocky driver as to our wherabouts and destination. No change there then. As usual got off 20 mins later.
Arrived in Warkworth, finding ourselves at yet another tourist information, tired and dazed. Booked into nice little lodge by a stunning river. Expecting to get a bus to Goat Island, we were shocked to find out that public transport is worse than cornwall. After considering the 3 day canoe we suggested to the tourist info lady, we decided our best bet was to hire a car ( not the best ideas considering our track records). We picked up the automatic and after a jumpy, bump, start we were on the road and on our way at last. ye ha!
On arrival at Goat Island Marine Reserve we saw a whole tree full of nesting birds (quite big but dunno what they are yet). Went down to the beach and pottered in the rockpools investigating the abundant life. Saw loads of tiny hermit crabs everywhere. The rocks were so weird, lots of different types in strange blocks and formations.Found neptunes necklace and something chiton ( type of sea weed and limpet). Whilst pootleing around disaster struck and Sam slipped on the sea weed and fell, leaving a shell shocked lump with wet camera, much to the amusemnt of others.
Waited for Glass bottom boat which never seemed to exist, and so ate free lunch as suppled by Pillows Batchelors. Ducks and gulls appeared too tame and attempted to eat flip-flops. Then left Goat Island to make the most of freedom in the automatic.
Stopped off at Matheson bay, Leigh, and Matakana. Coast like in Cornwall, vast waters and quaint villages. Dramatic hills/cliffs tho. Lovely patisserie in Matakana with a squeeky speaking american sounding lady who pointed us in the direction of the Country Park where you 'can feed horses' apparently ( when its actually open and not just a craft barn). Pistaschio and ginger slice was ssooo stunning, carribean crunch good too. pies bought for tea. Headed back to Warkworth car rentals and chatted to enthusiastic Kiwis about europe and travelling. told us where to go and what to do, and they had actually been to fowey! Warkworth was beautiful in the early eve. sun shining and lots of trees by the river. Early nite in lodge with emma passing out at 8, and being woken by drunkard louts banging on door late at night. probably Brits!! dickheads.