We slept in our van for the first time in the parking lot of Piha Beach. By the time we arrived, the sun was liquefied copper on the horizon, pooling on the waves, turning the black volcanic sand to rose gold. The white cliffs glowed as if they were hot to the touch. Lion Rock… Continue reading Fiery nights and waterfall hikes at Piha Surf
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The WWOOFers Guide to Exploding Machinery
It started with Rob shouting for us from under the house. Lauren and I looked up at each other over the table, dropped our bits of breakfast back onto our plates and scrambled over chair legs, out the door, and around the side of the house, ducking through the wooden doorway that led under the… Continue reading The WWOOFers Guide to Exploding Machinery
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