My last
full day in Auckland and it was up and off to the waterfront again to
catch a ferry over to Waiheke; another island in the Hauraki Gulf. I
had high hopes for Waiheke island; a place for millionaires to live
and for city dwellers to escape to for days out. The ferry ride out
was beautiful, leaving me in a pretty little bay called Matiatia bay.
From here I took the walking track too the main north shore town of
Oneroa. I had a wander up and down the high street and onto the
beach. The beach was pretty enough, but I felt a little
disappointed that it didn't blow me away with its beauty; maybe it
was because the sun was hiding behind the clouds. I decided to take
the bus east to visit Dead Dog Bay, where a private residence had
opened its land as a garden and sculpture park for visitors to walk
through.
Matiatia Bay |
My favourite Sculpture |
The bus
trundled along whilst I consulted my guide book as to what too do
next. Feeling weary I decided to hop off at Little Oneroa, the next
bay along from Oneroa. Here I sat on the beach and enjoyed a truly
delicious lunch from Dragonfired – a little black caravan selling
wood fired pizza, polenta plates and pitta pockets. Feeling full
from a very yummy lunch indeed I walked back to Oneroa and onto the
ferry terminal to go back to Auckland. All in all a good day, but I
certainly felt let down in that Waiheke did not live up to my
expectations, which had been growing in my mind's eye for weeks
before coming out to NZ. I would definitely return to Waiheke, but
next time I would go on a sunny day and try and visit some of the
vineyards that Waiheke is also famous for; perhaps by not visiting
these I missed this paradise island's character.
I
wearily made my way back to the hostel from the city centre and
collapsed for a few minutes before gathering my strength to go for a
long hot shower. I had just grabbed my towel when in walked my
chatty American friend. During a previous epic (one-sided)
conversation he had told me all about his troubles finding a travel
adapter for his iPad. In the US appliances run on less (wattage?)
than other countries – something I can confirm with experience from
my trip to NYC a couple of years ago, when full power on my
hair-dryer was reduced to a breeze somewhat akin to an asthmatic
blowing through a straw after a long run! As a result Phil said he
needed not only an adapter to physically convert the American plug to
a NZ one, but also one to convert the power so that his iPad could be
safely charged without blowing up. About to head for the shower I
spotted him plugging in his iPad; “Ah, I see you sorted your
adapter problems then” I said in passing. “Oh yes I did! Now,
you see in the US we run on a lower power..............”
I spent
the next 45minutes listening to a detailed conversation on power
adapters, data packages and pretty much anything else you can think
of, whilst clutching my shower things and slowly edging to the door,
opening the door, and edging out. Finally, as I am literally edging
the door closed it clicks “Oh” he says, “are going for a
shower? Am I keeping you?” “Yep” I cry and make my escape.
Closing
the door I breathe a sigh of relief and bump straight into Edward,
the resident psychic. “You alright Edward?” I ask as I pass him.
“Not really no” he says and balletically twirls and slumps into
a chair”. My dreams of a long hot shower, having once again been
within my grasp, slipped away as I inquired what was wrong with his
dad. Edward explained that psychic voices(?) had directed him to a
certain bookcase, shelf, book, page, chapter. He wordlessly handed
me the book and tapped the relevant section, saying “read it for
yourself!”. I dutifully read the lines – a description of the
death of Che Guevara. I resisted the temptation to ask if his father
was involved in a communist uprising on an island nation somewhere
near the US, and instead went for the vague “oh right?”. Edward
went on to tell me that this clearly meant his father may die soon.
I suggested he call his dad; perhaps this would reassure him, but
Edward disagreed and instead said he would begin to grieve for his
father. After a further half hour of discussions on psychic power
and Edward still a little upset about the Che Guevara incident, I
sheepishly made my excuses and headed for the shower, where there was
now a queue.
Hertz, volts, watts - I never understood them either... I think the re-visit to the vineyards needs to include some tasting to get the full benefit.
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