Waiheke, Trip Post #1

January 20. Day 2.
Waiheke Island: mid tourist season. This means lots of Australians, and, from what I gather, they are assholes. Akin to Michiganders’ view of Ohioans. First, a view while scaling down the cliff in Onetangi on our way to the water. We sat amongst the rocks and watched the surf roll in, splash, then gurgle back out to sea. High, hot sun burnt our winter skin. Next, a picture of a palm plant growing in a nook of a deciduous tree while walking in the tree and bird reserve.
Kevin, the real estate agent, mentions rural Queensland, a “bushtown,” where we must go. He says go during winter, it’s too hot now, like fifty, and will be more like 25, and there will be work. He gives us a name, and contact info. Though he has tattoos up his arm, he’s known for his genuine honesty, and we are happy to see him come again with pats on the back, and hugs for Kelsey.