Today we tidied up the bach, handed back the keys and drove up to Ohope on the north coast. Ohope is a long, narrow settlement pressed between steep rainforest on the one hand and a long golden beach on the other. The beach is supposed to be one of the best ocean beaches in New Zealand and – although it's only the second we've visited in the country – it certainly knocks the socks off Brighton beach.
We're staying in Jody's Motel, where we were grateful to finally find a large and comfortable bed and fully no flea-infested blankets. Dinner was fish and chips from the other end of town (a twenty minute drive out onto a narrow peninsula, from where you can see huge crashing waves on the lefthand side of the road and peaceful harbour waters to the right).
We stayed in to watch rubbish on the television and allowed ourselves to relax after a week of guerilla warfare against an onslaught of fleas, mosquitoes, wasps and sandflies at the Smokehouse bach.
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