This morning was a lot warmer than the last two mornings, almost barefoot in the dewy grass type morning. Chris and Bryan went off to one of the local golf courses and Jenni, Zoze and I went out on a girls morning out.
I am still completely turned around – can’t figure out which way is north, where the roads lead or anything so it’s a good thing Jenni drove. We got a really early start and realized that nothing was open yet – most little cafés etc don’t open til 10 and here we were driving around before nine! But as luck would have it we found a place in Katikati – don’t you love the names? – how about Katikati Kitty Kats, a kennel! We turned into the parking lot – with signs saying “Park on the Grass’ which we did and wandered past an old tractor set amongst the flower beds. Into the little store to find out if the restaurant was open and met Nancy who runs the attached museum. Yes the café (pronounced caff) was open but we must come back for her museum tour.
Breakfast was great – bacon and eggs and toast etc and coffee of course. Then into the museum for an education! The Katikati museum started from stuff an old local guy had collected over many years. When he died, Nancy and Ken took over his sheds of stuff and have developed a wonderful museum! We had a running commentary from
We tried to go to the lavender farm but it was closed so went on to various craft stores and found this really cool food place – all New Zealand stuff- so will go back there.
Checked out some of the liqueurs – yes taste testing is allowed at 26% alcohol! Only needed a sip!
When we got home Chris and Bryan were resting after their strenuous day of golf, so Zoze and I went to the market to get stuff for our trip that we leave on tomorrow.
We go around the
On a different note, I am amazed at how friendly and chatty the local people are. Our waitress this morning told us her life history and was so interested in what we do and where we were going. It’s very refreshing after the
Get pix at the shutterfly link on the left
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