The Last Morning with the Wagon |
After the usual morning rituals, I started in earnest in distributing my worldly goods between a suitcase and a backpack. Things that were no longer of any use to me had to be ruthlessly dumped. Towels, torch, food and drink, loo rolls etc. were distributed between the lady I spoke to yesterday and a Kiwi couple nearby.
I had a long chat with the guy of the couple, who lived just south of Auckland. Robert was very friendly, a truck driver by profession, who took an interest in my travels and my mode of living over the last 3 months. "I bought a campervan off a German lad who was returning home. It needed a total refurbish inside, and I had intended to use it purely as a van, not as a campervan. However, the name campervan was associated with the registration plate, and the authorities treated it as a campervan, and charged me a high rate for keeping it on the road. In fact it costs me more to keep on the road than my car," he said, pointing to his big auto.
We put the world to rights on immigration laws into his country; it was easier for Pacific Islanders to gain entry into New Zealand than Europeans nowadays, which he didn't agree with. "The islanders come into our country and don't want to contribute," he complained. I managed to steer the conversation from that hot potato to the work practices and the better quality of life enjoyed in this country.
A Cafe Overlooking Myers Park |
City Reflections |
The journey across the Hauraki Plains and up to Auckland was uneventful, the bright sunshine easing the sadness of my journey's end. Surprisingly I still remembered my way around the streets of Auckland, and had no trouble in getting to my hotel and dumping my baggage. Returning my wagon was a painless process. It may seem silly, but I was sad to leave my "home" for 3 months. The car had served me well and had been no trouble at all. I had travelled 9,850 km over 90 days.
Waterfront Silos |
I touched base with Angus, my brother-in-law's cousin, who had been out here for over 25 years, and we arranged to speak to each other the following morning for a meet up. I looked forward to meeting some Brits who had lived out here for such a long time.