Hahei to Raglan

Day 2 of the Stray tour and another early start. There were quite a few winding roads out of Hahei and Veno is a bit speedy, so I felt travel sick within 5 mins. Luckily or unluckily for me, Veno decided we would stop to do this trig walk after about 30mins of driving. The trig walk is a 20min walk up a very steep hill, but it has the most amazing views. A 20min trek before 9am actually made me feel alot better, although absolutely shattered at the same time, so I had a little kip on the bus before we stopped for morning tea.

It was a 4hr bus journey from Hahei to Raglan. I have to say New Zealand is absolutely stunning! I can best describe it as an awesome mix of the lake district and Scotland. It has a very British feel about it as well because its so green.

Raglan is a big surfing township (the Kiwi word for small town) but we only had an hour to explore before we departed for our hostel in the mountains. We didn't really explore Raglan to its full potential, we mooched around checking out house prices (incredibly expensive), buying our lunch and getting in the beers for later (the off licence had a walk-in beer fridge!). Then we sunbathed for a bit with Kathryn and Serena.

Our hostel was on a mountain and our room/cabin was situated on the side, another steep climb carrying our backpacks (fantastic!!!!). We lazed around for the afternoon whilst some of the group went to the beach, we are still feeling a bit beached out from Fiji but this meant we had the flying fox (ariel swing to me) to ourselves. I screamed the whole way to the bottom, I couldn't help myself. Alan's arse nearly scraped the floor a few times on the way down. Thankfully, they had a brake at the end which caught you and slowed you down, because on my first go I thought I was going to get catapulted into the trees.

After we were tired of running up the hill with the flying fox, we moved on the rope course. The rope course required co-ordination and more importantly balance, I haven't got much of either so didn't do to well. Alan lived up to his similar sounding name (monksee/monkey) and flew across the course.