Feb 10 morning

Good Lord, it's the tenth already.

Ferryboat back to Opua, no bakeries open there either, onto toilet town. Café by the railway -- old station -- for good eggs Benedict, boysenberry crumble, the best ham Chunlin has had, and a huge glass of orange juice.

Westward and onto a gravel road to the Wairere Boulders. Property owners seem hippy farmer types, easy-going. The woman has a unique voice, high, tight, and twangy.

The boulders are big, with large crevices gouged into them -- probably acid from the kauri trees, they think. Only basalt in a region of clay.

(Chunlin's photo above)

It's hot and humid and I can't handle the heat. ... Rest on a picnic table on a hillock, letting the intermittant breeze attempt to cool us.