We saw the sunrise again this morning as we checked into our flight at the crack of dawn. (I only woke up about forty minutes into the flight).
Both of us were intrigued to see see New Zealand again. Compare notes with the last three weeks in Australia. Although we’ve seen some stunningly beautiful places in Oz, both Doug and I prefer the green lushness of New Zealand so far.
We landed around two NZ time and got ourselves a Jucy. (That’s a budget car rental company here.) Our eighties sedan with velour seats suited a perfectly. In no time our GPS took us straight to the ferry to make the journey of forty minutes to Waiheke island.
Waiheke is simply beautiful. With a definite island feel, it is the second largest of forty islands within the Hauraki Gulf, being 92 square kilometres with 96 kilometres of coastline. In Maori it is known as the “island of the cascading waters.” It is part of Auckland city although arriving here you feel light years removed. It seems to have retained the seaside village charm as the lack of foreign tourists is clearly noticable.
Our cottage is a white clapboard structure on surf overlooking the Little Oneroa. Simple but comfortable we have an amazing view with a minute’s walk to the beach.
Doug and I were so exhausted after our early morning we barely put our bags down, did a small shop for basics and headed to the Skinny Sardine which was pointed out to us as the spot to go. Expecting a semi-rundown bar we were pleasantly surprised as the Sardine turned out to be a stunning lounge/bar with high whitewashed beams, beautiful darkwood fans stirring the air and comfy big leather couches overlooking the bay. For dinner we ordered a range of yummy spanish tapas that was fingerlicking good.
We wandered home around ten and fell asleep to the sound of the waves. Nothing better for a weary traveller.