Socializing was a large part of the Whangarei experience:
potluck dinners and pancake breakfasts tore us away from working all the time.
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Taking advantage of the extra crew (Bjarne's parents), we
sailed Freya from Whangarei back up to the Bay of Islands during several
very fine days.
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Mom's keeping us from hitting the pointy bits.
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Urupukapuka Island was less crowded than at New Year's, but still
as pretty.
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If Britta and I hadn't gone to college, my parents would
have been shirtless in this photo. Benefits of higher education...
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After five great sailing days we hit the road in our '92 Nissan
Bluebird. Deteriorated cooling system hoses would be a pain several times
during the trip.
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One highlight was attending an evening Maori performance and
hangi. Here they perform the haka, as part of the ritual welcome to their
marae.
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Kumara, potatoes, lamb, pork,and chicken were buried in this hangi
(earthen pit oven) for several hours, then excavated. Delicious!
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Alpacas are native to S. America but are raised here and prized
for their wool.
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Cool hairdo!
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Miners flocked to many NZ South Island rivers in the 1800's. Dad arrived
a little later, but found some gold they had missed.
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Driving for hours can be tiring; we found relief in an impromptu
hockey game on this west coast beach. Dad's firing the tennis ball while Mom
and I defend.
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Keeping the ball out of the surf...
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Pancake Rocks had beautiful layered and pillared limestone. Incoming
surf would sometimes spout up through blowholes.
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Warkworth NZ had a display of old farm equipment, an excellent
forest walk past an 800 year old kauri, and signposts to the other Warkworths
in the world.
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I doubt Tiger Woods ever golfed at this riverside campground.
He also didn't contend with sheep on the fairway.
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Barb looks over the printing press equipment at a historical town,
and dreams of all the counterfeit money we could print.
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Here's a Royal New Zealand Air Force plane, painted in urban camouflage.
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