Onward to Jackson Bay we stopped off at Bruce Bay for a spot of beach combing. Fe on the lookout for driftwood to complete a little craft project in the future and I got the odd pebble or three. Lots of sandflies here so we bug creamed up. The west coast is renowned for these little biters.At the head of the beach a trend seemed to have taken off for writing a message on a white stone and leaving it on the rocks, so we found a suitable contender and added another to the pile.
Whilst combing we bumped into Carlos and Jenny, a German couple that we have been crisscrossing paths with since the top of the north island. We shared a quick coffee and a laugh as they also were heading
for.……'Jackson Bay'. We let them into our reason for heading there - great fish n chips. Well that's what we'd been told.
Jackson Bay was the kind of place you feel 'out of place' if you don't fish! A tiny, tiny place with a jetty. Fishing boats were coming in every 30 mins with heavy loads that were hauled off the boats and then fork lifted off the jetty. We had a walk down and chatted to one of the fishermen, they had been catching a variety of tuna that has no limit.The fish n chips were the best ever! From a shipping container at the end of the jetty. One downside to this idyllic spot, OMG it was sandfly central. These buggers are nasty and hungry. Reckon the mozzie is preferable, their bites are less itchy and they are easy to squat.
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