After Waiheke, I set off north to Paihia in the Bay of Islands. It rained three of the four days I was there- but the fine day was the one in which I had arranged for my daylong bus tour to Cape Reinga at the top of the island, so that worked out perfectly. I went "sandboarding", which means that I climbed to the top of a huge sand dune, and slid down face first on a boogie board. It was scary and fast and I got sand everywhere/ We're talkin' sand in the ears here, people. And my tour guide looked like Stephen Fry.
But now I'm back in Auckland. Jon's here again, and leaving about the same time as I am tomorrow, so at least I've got someone to hang out with. This morning I shall shop for souvenirs. This afternoon I shall figure out how to fit all of my stuff into my bags. Tomorrow I shall . . . find some way to fill the time until I have to be at the airport.
I'm actually leaving. I can't believe it.