Oweira to Waihi

After a night of traffic interrupted by noisy lorries we were up at seven for the long journey to Waihi.
We stopped on the way at Thames , a town at the foot of the Cormandel where we went to a quilting exhibition. The exhibition wasn't very special but the people were extremely friendly and the expedition leader seemed to have a fine time. She was loing for a cross stitch to do but we couldn't find one.
We also could not find a bakery to get some rolls for lunch even though we walked around the block for a while. Andy decided to take matters into his own hands and went back into the quilting exhibition to ask one of the ladies to recommend a bakery. He and Sally then went off to find it in a completely different direction to the one we had originally set out in.

We had decided to travel around the Coromandel peninsula and the next thing was to find a lunch stop. After refusing several picnic tables I being at this time the driver, found a bench next to the sea, where wer put our blanket on the ground and Andy went fishing. I was given some grief by the expedition manager for not finding a picnic table and lo and behold when lunch was over, we travelled 150 yards down the road to find a picnic table cunningly hiding behind a tree invisible from where we had had lunch.

The drive around the Coromandel was beautiful apart form one logging truck which tried to force us off the road on a bend in a very narrow section. My manager was all for having serious words with him, but as we had had to come to a grinding halt, he had continued on his merry way without a cre on his mind.
We had decided to have an ice cream on the way  but Andy who was driving by now filed to find an ice cream shop in any of the towns or small villages we passed through. So we eventually drives in Waihi and Andrew almost fell over himself in his rush to get down the beach to fish.
We n packed and went to join Andy on the beach where we watched him fish for a while. I had to return to expedition HQ as I was getting cold. Andy did catch a little fish, but it was upsetting ly too small and he had to put it back.
We had a great piece of steak for tea, a couple of bottles of wine  and spent a convivial evening chatting, enjoying listening to the sounds of the crashing surf. Who could ask for more?