After my trip to Rangitoto Island I had travel south to Papikura to stay with Paul’s sister for the evening, where I was due to meet up with Paul and drive south to the wedding venue. To get there I had to get a local train to Papikura, now if you thought welsh towns were hard to pronounce then think again! The journey took about an hour and I finally got a chance to what New Zealand was all about! Which at the time was not much! The train just connected suburb after suburb with no more than bungalows to show for it! New Zealand doesn’t have two story housing apart from the very rare one! It was very very strange!

Any way I arrived in Papikura and enjoyed a nice evening with Paul’s Sister Stephanie. She has a wonderful little boy called James, with her husband Leighton, who has discovered the art of shifting around the entire room on his feet! He is a little handful. I slept on their rather comfy sofa bed and was woken up the following morning by her brother Michael at 7.30 to the sound of loud music from his 4×4, outside! 🙂 what a live wire… He works hard and most definitely plays hard! But more about him later… Ha

Nichola and Paul had arrived earlier I’m the morning but were very quite and reserved. As Michael had arr

Iced we decided to get ready and head of on the journey south to Patea. Patea is based in a region called Taranki. The local slogan for Taranaki is one of the most bizarre I think I have ever seen! For example, Sunshine state is Florida. Taranaki’s is – the place where home violence is not ok! WTF… I found that really strange…

The journey was 258 miles! It was going to be a long journey. We drove down in two cars, both Nichola and I drove in Paul’s hire car. Michael drove Paul in his oversized 4×4. We stopped off at a number of places on the way down which broke the journey up quite nicely… We drove through Mt Messenger, Piopio, Kowhai Village, Otrorangha, New Plymouth, Stratford and finally Patea.

We had dropped of Nichola in New Plymouth where she was due to stay with her mother and we were staying with Paul’s family in Patea. The further south that we got the more remote it became. The countryside is just like the UK, green and wet. The small towns though ate very stranger.if you were to take the main road from the street and all the modern signage you would find a street from the Midwest of the United States. It was so weird, I didn’t feel like I was in New Zealand, the whole experience was taken from a twisted Dr Who episode on the BBC. But I was able to experience some coastal sites along the way.