THE LAST DAY.The last day in Kerikeri, we decided to do something extreme. Janine suggested that we canoe or kayak to Duke's nose. Not knowing what was in store for us, the 3 Musketeers agreed. The canoe and kayak are stored in Janine's dad's cabin so we headed there after breakfast. Myn decided that she will kayak instead so that Janine and I can keep an eye on Anita, who is prone to falling.
After canoeing and kayaking for about 2 hours (we rowed against the current of the sea), we finally reached the resting place of DOC (Department of Conservation). We then trekked for about 45 minutes before we reach the rocks that we are suppose to climb. I instantly felt fear. Dont get me wrong, i'm not afraid of height but i am afraid of the feeling of falling down. And believe me, its a long way down (300 meters from seas level). With the help from Janine, Myn and Anita... I managed to get up there and man, am I proud i made it up there!
Initially, I felt a lot of fear but soon, i began to relax. I even managed to finish my lunch. The view was breath-taking. It WAS worth the climb (and scratches and blood). After spending some time with ourselves and admiring God's beautiful creation, we headed back to the resting place. We needed to head back before the currents change.
On the way back though, Myn was in charge of directing our canoe and boy, did she sucked at it! We were going around in zig-zags and it took so much energry from us. Anita gave up many times and even suggested that we just hitch a hike from some of the boats that were passing us by. But we (Myn & myself) managed to persevere on without the help from Anita. And after paddling for about 2 hours, the image of Janine's car and her dad's house became clearer and clearer. That motivated us to paddle faster and get ourselves on land before we get into more trouble and muscle cramps.
Being so tired, we just wanted to eat. So after washing the canoe and kayak, we drove to a fish market that sells the best fish and chips (according to Janine). When we arrived, Trish was already there and our orders have arrived. We ate as if we were starved for days. The fish was very fresh and the chips were crispy. As we drive back home, Janine came up with a idea (random at that too). She wanted to play badminton at the club house and she asked us to tag along. At first i was reluctant but in the end, they managed to drag me along.
As we arrived, the club meeting has started and Janine and Myn registered to be on the list. I decided that yes, they can make me join them but they cant make me play. So, i sat the observation section with Anita and watched Myn partner and play against old men. When i say old men, i dont mean middele age... i really mean old. I also found that it is hilarious seeing Ang Mo's play badminton. Compared to Myn (the only Asian around), they look really clumsy and power-hungry. There is a saying in the tennis court that goes something like 'a tennis match is not a 1-shot-kill match' but looking at all the Ang Mo's (especially the men), i can pretty much confirm that they havent heard of that saying.
After playing with old people for 2 hours, Myn decided she has had enough and wanted to go back. As we reached home, the house was dark and everyone's asleep. Because of our aching muscles, we had another excuse of using the spa that night. It was a clear night where you can see stars and the moon. Star-gazing and having a chat with the rest, I am glad i went for this trip because of all the memories that i can build from it.
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