On recounting our Taumaranui canoeing tales it turns out they know the farmer that rescued us last week! Haha. Very small world NZ :D
The pub in Turakina contained some friendly locals too, who joked when we walked in, clocking the sticks and packs, if we’d been up Mount Ruapehu. On saying we actually had, they perked up, and again offered us beers and insisted to help us on our way down to the beach campsite :)
We covered loads of miles and ended up a bit tipsy ;) A successful day all round I’d say!
Upon arrival at the Ben Nevis pub in Turakina, the locals sat by the window exclaimed “You didn’t get a lift here with Mad Eric did you? Jesus!”. Ha ha, I’m sure there’s a funny explanation why Eric got his ‘Mad’ moniker, but didn’t think to ask at the time, I was just happy that we chosen not to take a backy on his bike!
Turns out these guys live in the little beach town of Koitiata, which is where to trail heads next, it has a campground we’re told and the offer of a lift to it, is promptly accepted (we are feeling a bit rusty you see). They’re in the pub to get internet reception and because it’s so slow, we get through a few rounds of beer and conversations of lost cats on airplanes before we finally get on our way.