After a tiring week at work we decided it would be nice to spend the weekend on the East Cape with Dora's cousin Nic, his wife Jo and their children Jasper and Freddy*.
We shot straight to the airport from work, boarding a toy plane for a flight up to Gisborne. Only hours before our arrival the city had been written off as a tsunami-devastated wasteland by international media. However, we found that they'd exaggerated somewhat - Nic hadn't let the 7.1 earthquake interrupt his morning shower.
I headed out for a morning run, taking in sand dunes, hills and a soft sandy beach before I realised my ambition exceeded my fitness levels. We breakfasted in the sunshine and played a variety of games with the kids (2.5yrs and 8 months), such as 'hide the (toy) lawnmower with Jasper' and 'stop Freddy eating leaves'. A picnic on the beach beckoned us all for lunch, where Nic taught me 'Kubb', a Scandinavian stick-throwing game. In return, I taught Nic how poor my hand-eye coordination was. Dora and Jo diplomatically called a draw in their game [so we could spend more time cuddling Freddy! - Dora].
Dora and I walked back along the coastline, taking in the surf, surfers and scenery. It was surprisingly warm in sun, which we enjoyed into the evening on Nic and Jo's new front deck. Whilst building towers out of blocks for Freddy to knock down and admiring Jasper's tool kit and workbench.
That evening we watched 'Boy', an iconic kiwi film that uses dark humour to convey the difficulty of life in some parts of the East Cape.
Jasper susses the surf |
Next week we'll tell you about our football socials and a cycle around the Rimutakas. The week after that you'll be treated to Weekend Escape 2: Whisked to Windwhistle.
*this laissez faire statement is purely for literary effect - our weekends are actually worryingly well planned out from now until late April 2017 (no joke)
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