We have booked a transfer with our camper company Lucky Rentals, here's hoping, for 10am. All packed and ready to go we wait outside until 10.25 then ring them - they've sent the driver to the wrong address and it's another 15 mins before he gets us, good start so far.

We book in and discover we get a free satnav with our all inclusive insurance - be nice for a change! The camper is small and pretty grubby Jacq wipes up dirt and the bedding is pretty grotesque, we ask for new pillows, it's a joke to hand someone the cotton ball messes we've just been given for 2 weeks. She swaps them and we make tracks trying to hunt down a radiology clinic for a quote for Matts CT scan - needless to say it's extortionate, Jacq finds an Internet cafe to do some homework for the flat sale - a million questions have come through that she needs to respond to, and then we're off to enjoy NZ.

We head for Akaroa on Banks Peninsula, it's the most amazingly stunning sight were both blown away - it's the first time in the whole trip Jacqs gotten a lump in her throat it's just so unbelievably beautiful - sheer magic. Really cannot describe how breathtaking this view is... you have to go and we have to come back!

Every corner we take something even more stunning appears we stop about 10 times to take pics. Were beaming! Matts noticed the car seems to have an almost bald tyre and the tracking is off as we turn quite big corners driving up the mountain we realise the tyre is skidding - we're gonna have to go back to the office tomorrow as the bulk of our journey will have similar roads.

We pull up near some campers and ask about the free campsites in the area, sadly you must be self contained to park here and this has to be certified. Shame our camper company didn't tell us that were gonna have to pay for tonight and we head to the top 10 holiday park paying $40 for the night - the views are amazing though.

We use the on site kitchen to make pasta and have a couple of drinks, after cleaning up we head back with our stuff. The booze is wrapped in gauze since the duty free and Jacqs almost full gin bottle falls though Matts finger smashing on the floor with an audience. He's devestated, Jacqs oblivious as she's already at the car. Tail between his legs Matt heads back to explain - devestated is an understatement.

The group who saw it smash head over to us and bring a large glass of pure gin for Jacq to have for the night - they're so sound and invite us up to their fancy apartments for a couple of tunes. Matts playing and singing and we get some great tips on the area.