Tha bach (cottage, crib) has no electricity or cell signal and no road access. So you either go by boat or walk in at low tide.
The view from my tent #camping
We traveled our usual migration this year, up the East Coast then on to Northland. Love it. Some images from Tuparoa.
Old St Mary’s church, and although my grandmother is buried here I have actualy never been inside. Nor had my father who was born and bred here. I guess an interesting fact is all religions (except Anglican) were banned here on the Coast. So I’m proud to say that we weren’t….
About 70 of us traveled to Tuparoa, the most I can remember at one time. It was amazing, especially for the moko and great grandchildren who have never been there.
The kāuta was too small to feed us all so we went in to the wharenui. Some would freak out about that. Yeah, nah.
Here is the trailer for my film
The Pā Boys (-:
Spent a week with whanau (family) up at Uawa (Tolaga Bay)
The horse races were even more exciting than the last time I went two years ago. Mainly because I remembered to take some cash and put down a few bets. The swim afterward was the best, this year, so far…
The Tolaga Bay beach races. . .
Back to reality on Monday though.