It had been a long night of playing Five Hundred and chowing down on beetroot burgers up in North Island. We woke up, however, in this startling abomination of a tent. Clearly camping isn’t yet our forte but somehow we kept half-dry in the rain.
Fortunately, the weather cleared up. The tiny town of Mangawhai is artsy with a little bit of country thrown in the mix. It’s the kind of secret getaway where locals love to hang out, talk about horse races and throw back a few brews. Best of all, the beach is just a stone’s throw from tavern doors.
Conclusion: What looks like a blob of jelly is actually a red sea anemone! A PB&J sandwich suddenly comes to mind.