Today started with a long uphill to the Te Paki Stream turnoff. Then a little more rolling on the gravel and down to the stream. A highlight was seeing a sow and a dozen little piglets gazing through the fence. We later found that her name was Molly. A Dutch motor cyclist was also at the stream wondering if he was in the right place. We left him and proceeded past the dunes. He flew past us much later. In places the water was up to our axles and the sand was very sucky. Sometimes it was get off and slip,slide and push. There was a head wind on the beach and it was just plain hard work. We had left early and forgotten to put on sunscreen and then couldn't find it so we plowed on. We had decided to take a rest and then Ron found a campsite so there we stayed. I discovered that I had a good dose of sun on my thighs. Oddly enough the lower legs are not burned at all. My upper arms are red too.
At the campsite a vehicle pulled up and a lovely gentleman asked if we would like a cold beer. He stayed and yarned through that bottle and the next. That's how we know the pig was Molly.
mmmmm roast pork
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