Our first stop out of Auckland when we finally got Delia back was at Pahia and we stayed at Huraru falls campground by a river. We were accosted by lots of ducks and ducklings. It was a beautiful coastal drive up. After a succesful night (warmer and more comfortable than we expected) we set off to Waitangi. Waitangi a hugely historically important place in New Zealands history. It is the place where the Maouri's and the British crown signed a treaty. There is a great museum with a huge maouri canoe built for the 150year anniversary and the home where the british ambassador lived. Then we stopped to see the first stone house in New Zealand ( the store) and visited a replica of Rewa's village(a mauri iwi there at the time of the treaty) a great little replica of all the houses and what they would be used for etc. After this we set off North, reached a lovely little town called KeriKeri and Delia died spectacularly (there was steam shooting horizontantally from the engine). We pulled over at the driveway to a house, we walked up a very steep hill, and were greeted by a kennel full of angry dogs but a very friendly guy in a great house with views for miles. He let us use his phone to call garages and even offered to tow us. Fortunately we found a garagecalled keri deasel, owned by a really nice guy called John who then took us to a campsite in keri Keri and tried to find us another garage. Being a friday afternoon and all mechanics seemsed to be very busy and they dont work on saturdays, we had a bit of a mad afternoon phoniong round begging someone to work on her. The guy who had towed us was too busy to start till monday Finally we called Highway Robbery repairs (much to our better judgement!) and Simon a guy from Hastings said he could fit her in. The campsite was nice with fantastic cooking facilities, 16 hobs!. The first night we stayed in the tent but we were really fed up so treated ourselves to a cabin the second night. We went for a lovely pizza and bottle of wine at the black olive and we discoved a great place for lunch called the bakehouse with every kind of baked thing possible.