The car, our humble abode, gets pretty toasty when parked in the sun, so in the afternoon when we want to sit and read, or during dinner, we have to sit in the dusty, tickly grass outside. The results of this sort of seating are achy knees and the nagging sensation of ants climbing up your shorts' legs. We were in the dirt yesterday afternoon, having a snack, when a neighbour came over with two rainbow-striped beach chairs. After he set them up he came back with a little wheely table, "for our chips". This is the life!
Not long afterwards another pair of neighbours offered us their spare bed. I thanked them, but declined, explaining I didn't know where we'd fit a bed, folding chairs are one thing...But no, they were actually offering us use of their place. It's an old caravan doubled in size with an addition, and they only use it as a holiday home, so it sits unused 90% of the year. This morning they invited us over for coffee and left us with a spare key, to use the "bache" (beach house, short for bachelor pad) whenever we please, as they're going back home.
Tauranga means "safe anchorage" and so far it has lived up to its name!
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