Instead, in my youth, we endured a two day epic journey from Wellington, slipping and sliding inside a tiny car with their over tightly packed leather seats complete with the car windows drawn up. Father was always smoking. Repeatedly, we climbed in low gear, up and over the mountainous ridges civilised only by gravel roads. Every major other, and Christmas holiday, the trek up country began. A night’s stop in Hamilton at my dour, Presbyterian war veteran Grandparents' home did not sweeten the venture even if the strawberries may have helped (stolen by me from their garden and caught in the act on camera.) God Bless long legs!
Whitianga. Sea air, Phoenix Palm Boulevard, diesel sea trawler fuel, putt putt ferry between the wharf and Cook’s Beach ferry Landing, sand, moonlight on the water, dolphins in the harbour, the girls, in the pool, my Mum and Dad relaxing with us ... Such precious memories.
2010 Labour Weekend. We went with Roger’s friends and their better ‘halves’ annual weekend away trip. Magic views from our apartment, glorious weather, bought a fresh fish off the wharf, were given a bag of fresh mussels. What a fantastic locale to do; ‘The Lost Springs’ thermal attraction, Driving Creek Railway in Coromandel, Cook’s Beach and many other places. We ate too much and boys do tell terrible jokes! 
Suffice to say we enjoyed the place so much we booked the same room, same weekend again for 2011. I wish my Mum and Dad could see it now. The roads are so much better but I fear the fishing is much worse.
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