… the longer the better
Wednesday 5 March 2008 - Wednesday 5 March 2008 25 °C
The northern most point of Zland is Cape Reinga. Since our rental car company had explicitly banner us from taking our Getz-mobile up that’a way, we booked ourselves onto one of those touristy ‘adventures’. You know, the one where they stop at every trinket and bauble and toilet facility along the way. It amazes me that people actually want to (or have to) stop at each and every place and browse through the debris being offered. Why can’t people ‘have gone’ before gettin’ on the bus or why not go all at once at one stop? Anyway, after 100+km up the winding road we reached the head land. And what a spectacular view! I guess we can forgive all those fellow ‘adventurers’ for having to line up at each souvenir place to buy their ice cream and memorabilia.
A lunch on the beach was included and Alison and I took the opportunity to frolic a bit in the surf. Water wasn’t as cold as I’d expected.
For the return trip, our driver took a side road which ended at a river bed and promptly wheeled us out onto it. Like there was water flowing under us. This, it seemed, was the start of our way home. Imagine, us in a 50+ seat Greyhound dawdling along past a 4x4 who was going the other way. The look on his face said that he’d now seen it all. We took a turn and next moment were thundering along at the bus’s top speed of 90 clicks, the surf crashing on our right as we headed south along the beach.
Admiring the giant sand dunes that we were passing by, we then stopped and the driver disappeared into a back compartment. OK, we all know about snow tobogganing, but sand tobogganing? What better way to come down a sand dune? After one hell of a climb up one of the monster dunes, we lay on a surf board on our bellies and with head pointed downhill, let loose. What a blast! We had two goes at that, with Alison doing a face plant into the sand on the last run. And she’s still finding sand in places that the sun don’t shine.