The End of an Era

 Things have been happening here.  Our Toyota HiLux, purchased in July as a tow vehicle, has been sold back to the car yard we bought it from.  This all happened quickly and painlessly, and was whisked away last week.  Luckily for me, friends Bill and Val came around to help me unload and clear out the back of the ute - this was full with items from our last caravan trip away.  

Goodbye car - Robin didn't enjoy driving this at all

Over the last couple of weeks I have been trudging  back and forth to the caravan emptying out drawers, cupboards, pantry, wardrobes.  There was so much stuff tucked away!   I had help from Owen when it came to the lockers and all the different tools they contained.  He advised what must remain with the van and what could go.  This morning Owen and Helen came back up, helped me with the final cleaning, and after lunch towed the van to a sales yard for me.  I really couldn't have managed without their help.  The van will be sold on behalf, and hopefully the Summer holidays will be an ideal time to sell.

Goodbye, Romany Rambler

Our custom made caravan steps will be looking for a new home.  These were commissioned to make it easier to climb into the van, with my sore back and his knee replacements.

Caravan steps

So it really is the end of an era with caravanning.  We purchased our first caravan not long after we were married, and have enjoyed traveling the length and breadth of New Zealand.  Sadly, we never made it over the Stewart Island.  Once reaching retirement age, our trips have got longer, and we had booked the InterIslander for another long trip down south in January - not happening now, of course.  Gemma, and Muffy before her, became much traveled caravan cats.  

Farewell to Robin

 Farewell to my darling Robin, who passed away suddenly on Thursday.  He was doing what he loved best, away on a caravan trip, this time with our ICA group, up  in Hastings.  The previous night we attended the Christmas Dinner with the group, this is our last photo together.  

After a very restless night, the following morning it was all over for us.  Many thanks to friends Bill and Val who got me, the cat  and the caravan home safely, that was a big ask, and they did it willingly.

Farewell to Robin, we shared 41 happy years together, and many, many holiday adventures.  Life will be so different now.

Weekend at Feilding

The weather didn't bode well for the caravan club weekend away at Whisnowsky's Pop (Park over Property) in Feilding.  It was raining when we packed the caravan, and raining while we got on our way.

Another rainy day

Owen had put the flag out on the roadside as not everyone had been to this place before.  Eventually nine vans arrived, and we all fitted in rather snuggly.

One behind the other on the gravel

On Saturday morning we were all invited into Owen and Helen's van at 10.00am for an important announcement.  Goodness knows how the poor caravan coped with 17 people squashed inside.  Our hosts were pleased to announce that the long running saga (4 years) of the deisel heater waiting to be fixed was finally over.  It had now been repaired and refitted, and was up working well.  After all this time, finally, a resolution.  And at morning tea there was a cake to celebrate Helen's 70th birthday.

Happy Birthday Helen

In the afternoon a group of us drove to the delightful Christmas Barn.  So many people had the same idea - the place was packed.

Christmas Barn

So many lovely Christmas objects inside, all beautifully displayed.  Elegant Christmas trees everywhere, all colour co-ordinated, shelves full of goodies, and the barn was full to overflowing with customers.  There was really so much to take in.  While the ladies in our group browsed, the men retired to the cafe, where we eventually joined them for a reviving cup of coffee.  Most of the ladies had a little parcel to take back to the camp, including me.

So many beautiful Christmas decorations

We ate our evening meals together in the evening, and all brought a contribution for the shared dessert.  There certainly was plenty of tasty desserts on offer.  And later, when our meals had settled, there were some spirited games of ping pong (table tennis) taking place.  Seems that Flo was the ping pong champion.

Shared desserts

Our hosts, Selwyn and Jan, joined us for the evening meal.

Look at all these cute teddy bears in the front window of prospective member Graham's van, collected over the years by Graham's late wife.  Graham saw me out and about with my camera and invited me to take a photo.

Teddy Bears sold each year to raise funds for the Cancer Society

It often happens, doesn't it, after a wet weekend, Sunday was fine and sunny.  It was a matter of waiting for the front vans to move out, before the ones at the back were free to go.  As people headed off home, we went north, our next stop was Napier.

50 Years of Probus

 It was a special celebration at our Probus club meeting this week, celebrating 50 years of Probus in New Zealand.  Probus had its beginnings in the UK in 1965 with retired members of Rotary forming a community based social club in Welwyn Garden City, north of London, named the Campus Club.  Then the following year the first actual Probus Club was established by the Rotary Club of Caterham.  Probus then found its way to New Zealand with the first club in the Southern Hemisphere being the Probus Club of Kapiti Coast.  Our own club, Levin Combined Probus Club was formed in 1995.

We had an interesting speaker, Cliff Rasmussen, Operations Team Manager of the newly opened St John Levin Ambulance Station, telling us of how the centre is run, and the different roles the staff have.  This talk was followed by a special morning tea to mark 50 years of Probus in New Zealand.

Dot, Jenny and Robin at Probus meeting

Rainy and Cold

 It rained off and on all night at Turangi, and didn't look much better in the morning.  Not entirely unexpected as the long Labour Weekend often has cold and wet conditions.  Our Spring weather can be very fickle indeed.

It's wet out there again

I'm always a little nervous driving along the Desert Road, especially on a holiday weekend.  The traffic was quite heavy, as expected, and Robin did his best to let the faster traffic go by.  The scenery changes dramatically, from sub alpine trees, to miles of tussock covered land which is used for military training, and then changes again to rolling farmland at the southern end. The rain and low clouds followed us, obscuring my view of Mt Ruapehu.

Very low clouds indeed

It was time to stop and catch our breath at Waiouru.  Robin attended to the fuel requirements while I went over to the coffee cart.  I had an interesting chat with the owner and another customer inside when I mentioned we were on our way home to Levin.  Both of these ladies had lived there in the past. 

Time for coffee at Waiouru

The bad weather cleared and our final stop on this trip was the Marton NZMCA Park.  Yes, we could have traveled all the way home, but a little while after settling in, the heavy rain came down again, and lasted overnight.  This is a handy little camp, one of the few with toilets available.  This harks back to the days when this property was a Council administered motor camp.  We can remember coming to the camp years ago with the caravan club.

Overnighting at Marton

Robin had decided to leave the car hooked up to the caravan overnight.  But the camp custodian came and advised us and the owners of the adjacent van to unhitch the car and park it across the way.  Although both the caravan and car fitted in the long sites, it seems that there had been instances of late arrivals damaging the cars as they drove in.  And that is also why bollards had been placed around the meeting room, to stop vehicles running into it, as had happened several times.  Unbelievable!

Bollards added to protect the building

Just for a change, we woke up to a fine and sunny morning.  A nice surprise, after all the rain we had encountered lately.  It was a short 70km trip home the next morning, always good to arrive home safe and sound and to unpack in fine weather.

Our trip north was necessary for caravan maintenance, the annual service.  And the awning needed repair too, although not ripped, a little of the stitching was coming undone.  That couldn't be left as it would have only got worse.   We were pleased with how this job was done too, and the very friendly and helpful workers at Cvana.  But...... the fridge in the caravan had been playing up all trip, so now that needs looking at.    All in all, it was a very sucessful trip, and we towed the van 1300km while we were away.

Rotorua to Turangi

Just as well our 61km trip from Welcome Bay to Ngongotaha didn't take too long as sites on the top shingled area were at a premium when we arrived.  There was plenty of room on the lower grassed areas but with bad weather coming, we wanted to be on the hard standing.

We found a space beside an empty reserved site, with the camper van returning later in the day.  

 

One of the few remaining sits on the top level.

Since so many motor-homers are bike enthusiasts - just see how many vans have bikes on the back, we assumed that many in camp were taking part in the annual Whaka 100 biking event.  With everything from fun rides for kids, 10, 25, 50, and 100km rides, plus the National Championship, there is something for all skill levels.  No, we don't cycle ourselves, in fact I remember at one camp we were asked "where are your bikes?"  I don't think we would look good in lycra!

This camp borders a farm and comforting rural sounds wafted over the fence, cows mooing softly.  We were disappointed to see a woman from a nearby campervan walk up to the fence and empty her coffee pot over the farmer's land - how rude was that.  And against NZMCA rules, I'm sure.  The rain came down in the afternoon, and all through the night.

The next morning it had cleared, and we hooked up and headed for Turangi, via Reporoa, which has a handy comfort stop.  Reporoa is a farming area and was first settled by returned servicemen.  The Fonterra Repora dairy factory, opened in 1968,  brought a boost to the local economy.

Quick stop in Reporoa

It's always a pleasant drive beside Lake Taupo.

After 137kms we arrived at Turangi, our stop for the night.  Although quite a large camp, it always seems under utitilised to us, in fact we prefer to stop here rather than the newish NZMCA Park at Taupo.

Staying the night at Turangi

It was pleasing to see that a start had been made on the new dump station at the park.  Robin was chatting to the custodian who mentioned the concrete had only been poured a few days, and was yet to harden.  Unbelievable but true, a camper tried to walk over the concrete and empty their toilet cassette even though the area is obviously not yet commissioned.  Now the custodians have to  park themselves either side of the concrete pad to stop such stupidity.  Some people are just so stupid!

Concrete pad for the new dump station

Gemma enjoyed some outside time, sitting by  the step, till a noisy van sent her scurrying back inside.  She thinks she is brave, but she is such a scaredy cat!

Gemma at Turangi

And then the rain came down, and the diesel heater was turned on.  Luckily it doesn't take too long at all to warm up the caravan.

Awning Repairs and Welcome Bay

 It was just as well we were up  bright and early while overnighting at Cvana, in Tauranga.  We had parked the van in the workers car parking area and needed to depart.  The factory is situated in a busy industrial area and cars and trucks were tooing and froing, arriving for work and going about their business.  The helpful staff guided us out and in front of their workshop, the car was unhooked, and once again we were free for several hours.  Taking Gemma with us too, of course.  

Where to this time?  We weren't too far from The Mount (Mount Maunganui) so drove there and found a parking spot overlooking the beach.  What a busy bunch the locals were.  There were people climbing up the pathway on the Mount, tiny dots in the distance.  We watched as a never ending stream of people walked, jogged, ran and cycled along the pathway adjacent to the beach.  Fit youngsters  effortlessly ran by, older couples walked together, young Mums wheeled their babes in pushchairs, it was great to see many people out and about enjoying the morning.

  Mt Maunganui and the beach

After a couple of hours we got a call to say the repairs had been completed, so back we went to collect the van and get on our way.  Our stop for the night was not too far away, a 14km drive to Welcome Bay NZMCA Park.  This park has plenty of room, with large grassy areas for parking.

Welcome Bay NZMCA Park

A couple of the nearby properties have peacocks, and their distinctive calls rang out.  It's almost as if they are crying "Help".  There is a large meeting room with books to swap, and several boxes of kiwi fruit had been donated for the members.  "Help yourselves", we were told.

Zespri kiwifruit on offer

I don't remember seeing the "Tree of Knowledge" last time we stayed here, complete with a swing, but here it is.

The Tree of Knowledge

In the evening we met up with friends Louise and Robert who live in nearby Papamoa, and went out to dinner at the local RSA.  The meal was very nice, salmon for me, and a lamb shank for Robin.  For some reason, not a single photo was taken.  The weather changed overnight, and we woke to wind and rain, not at all nice after our days of sunshine.