Oh for some tarmarc

Time for the silver bullet taxi car to be swapped in for another camper. She had done us proud for our tour of the Northlands, despite loosing a hub cap up front she was trouble free. Our third camper of
the trip awaits.

We finally managed to pick up a second hand guide book on NZ and on a quick flick through panic hit as almost every couple of pages you find yourself engrossed and totally wow'd. And to think people said 2
months would be too long on these seeming small isles. So on went the kettle and we got planning.

The campsite we came across had a butterfly house so after an uneventful first night in the new wheels Fe popped in for a tour. 400 of the fluttery things living in the one house, the temperature was pretty hot inside so the camera kept misting up, wildlife is not the easiest thing to photograph at the best of times you know without all this humidity !

Eventually we finally rolled out the campsite some 2 hours after checkout and only then because we had a polite nudge by the owner. Its easy to get settled when in your own set up. We steadily made our way up to Port Jackson, the near high point of the Coromandel peninsular. We were warned about the 1 1/4 hour drive on the unsealed road and our poor new camper was certainly put through it's paces. When we got to the point we stripped off and raced into the sea in celebration at Fletcher Bay.

No sun this avro instead we had a bit of sea mist to get through. The peninsular looked more like the Welsh valleys !

Further celebrations were had on our return journey as we finally returned to a tarmac surface just north of Coromandel Town. Our stop over for the night which came with a prawn Thai green curry and a few
cheeky beers.