The holiday park in Tutukaka was mobbed last night – I mean there were FOUR campervans in it!
After dinner and my bottle of Feijoa wine I had sitting in the fridge (now that I just remembered that, not wonder I was so bad this morning as that was after my post dive pint!) I went out to the pub to see if it was still open, asking along others at the site. Only an Austrian girl came along, but there were a couple of English girls from the site there too. I had been praising the diving, but a tad jealous I wasn’t going out with them all the next day. The two girls were travel writers in one shape of form (real ones, sorry if you guys read this!) so had a bit of a chin wag with them.
The bar manager and a local manager of another bar joined us and we stayed there until well after closing time until it got too cold. We then headed back for a display of Poi – fireball dancing to you and me 
(I never even knew it was called that!). Pretty neat but boy I was a bit rough finishing packing another box to send home this morning.
Ouch! Who’s got hot balls!
