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Bay of Islands Boat Tour – Day 13
Saturday 9th April 2005
It was a busy day today, a day out on the boat, taking in some of the beauty that is apparent everywhere in New Zealand it seems.
The day didn’t start particularly well though, as the previous night was void of any actual sleep. The reason being a guy that was sharing the dormitory with a Japanese girl called Hiromi and myself. Hiromi was working in the hostel, and although I hadn’t spoken to her much as yet, she seemed like a nice girl. This other guy though was a bit of an idiot to say the least. He appeared to lack any manners, and certainly didn’t consider the other people in the room as he laughed for almost the entire night.
It turns out the guy was smoking something, and couldn’t help himself as he laughed for no apparent reason, stopping me from sleeping. I don’t want to sound like an old man, but if he was smoking then he could have slept on the seats outside, but instead he chose to keep Hiromi and myself up all night. Once the owner got wind of the night’s events, he swiftly removed the guy from the premises, and was not seen again.
I decided on a boat tour today, one that would take me around the Bay of Islands, and I was very excited. I was promised a glimpse at some dolphins during the tour, as well as a stop off at a remote island. It all sounded very nice indeed, and I was anxious to be getting on with it.
The boat set off on this gloriously sunny day, and I felt the wind through my hair as we glided along the still seawater, around the islands. It wasn’t too long before the playful dolphins showed up and darted about our boat. At this particular point we could see some young, and as such we were not allowed in the water with them. It was a shame, as I had dearly wanted to swim with them. We had to admire from afar, but this was still an exciting experience for me. I love these beautiful creatures, and they clearly loved life. What it would be like to be a dolphin…
The tour continued, and more dolphins were spotted in their respective pods. Some eager to display their out-of-water capabilities. It was a joy to watch. It was at this point that we reached the secluded island, although it wasn’t particularly secluded, with countless tour boats and holidaymakers using up much of the water surrounding the island. On the island itself though, it was hard to see anybody else, so it felt a little secluded at least. It was on this island that I sat on the rocks looking out to sea, looking at all the distant islands, and all the yachts moored up around this island, feeling immeasurably happy and content. There was also the chance for a bit of snorkeling and exploring around this paradise island. After much fun and excitement, I sat and whiled away the time, a constant grin etched across my face, and before I had the chance to get use to it, it was time to leave. And that is what I did.
We re-emerged onto the deck of our boat, then set off back to the main land. En-route, we caught up with the dolphins again, and they were still content with jumping out of the water, flipping and turning as they glided through the summer air. I wished I was with them, although my attempt to emulate a dolphin flip out of water would surely be laughed at by the playful pod. I wondered at this point whether they are more interested in us than we are of them. They seemed to stay with us for a lengthy period of time, then danced in the boats wake as we sailed on to our finishing point.
Once back on dry land I had much to reflect on, but wasted no time, as I wanted to visit the supermarket for a sleeping bag before closing time. With sleeping back purchased, and cheaper nights in hostels to follow as a result of having my own bed item, I found my way into the hostel kitchen to throw a pizza into the microwave. I wished I hadn’t as the pizza hit the back of the microwave and the topping had gone everywhere. I then placed the pizza inside carefully.
In the evening I booked a tour to Cape Reinga through the hostel for tomorrow, then wasted the evening sitting on the seats outside on the wooden decking, talking to the few hostel guests. I could get use to this lifestyle.
Written by Daniel Stevens,
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