We left
Paihaia! Finally. I loved everything God did there and I know He had us there
for a purpose, but I don’t think it’s in God’s plan for me very often or very soon
to minister to drunk teenagers.
We had a day
in between ministries to kill – we weren’t expected in Kaitaia until Thursday,
so we roadtripped across the North Island to find a beach to camp on. I love
roadtripping, and especially here in New Zealand. It’s so beautiful –
interstates don’t exist, so it’s winding highways and no traffic. The landscape
is always incredible, whether it be rolling green hills, rocky mountains, or oceanside
drives – it’s always breathtaking. If you ever come to New Zealand, the best
thing to do is roadtrip across.
We didn’t
really know where we were going to stay, so we just drove around to random
beaches, where most the campgrounds were already full because it’s summer
holidays right now, until we found this one little community in the middle of
nowhere. It was beautiful – a private beach, so all-residential and there were
no tourists. Which meant quiet. And you have no idea how much we wanted quiet
after being surrounded by loud drunken teenagers for a week. So – we rented an
apartment for super cheap – and get this: IT HAD CARPET.
AND A
SHOWER.
A HOT
SHOWER.
AND A
KITCHEN.
AND BEDS.
YOU KNOW HOW
LONG IT’S BEEN SINCE I’VE SEEN A BED???
And it was a
30-second walk to the beach.
NBD.
The beach
was beautiful and clean.
I would have
loved it soooo much as a child – shells painted the shore and they were so big
and beautiful. The shelf was really shallow – you could walk for more than 200
feet from the shore and still keep your shoulders above water. There were
beautiful rock shores as well and I could have died and gone to heaven.
The next
day, we went to Kaitaia.
But I’ll
tell you about that later.
Pictures?!
ReplyDelete