It might not be Carnegie's yacht but it's cheap, available and er, full of character. And mosquitoes. To be fair, that was our own fault, leaving the door open after sundown and being made of mozzie food, in fact it was all our fault for leaving it so late to book a place on this, the busiest day of the year. I mean that Jesus was born in a trough thanks to his mam & dad's ineptitude. Travelling with child, at Christmas, without booking in advance? What were they thinking of? At least our little lad has a mattress on the floor.
We've done better than a trough, cos even though you can eat out of it, thanks to a clever design it transforms into a bedroom with just a minor 20 minute workout. According to Olwyn McStingie, the owner of Turangi Cabins and Holiday Stables, our caravan has "just been done up", as is evident by the DIY debris scattered around the pitch. The inventory of knives, forks, spoons and pans pinned to the wall bears little resmblance to the prehistoric contents of the skip-salvage kitchen unit. As Nik pointed out, it's as if she saw the caravan abandoned at the side of the road and thought, " I'll 'ave that, make a bloomin' fortune." - at $22pp you've got to admire the ambition.
Next stop, Wellington, home of the gum boot. Hopefully, it won't come to that.
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