Arrived at Auckland to be greeted for the first time at an airport! Jo's friend put us up for the night in North Auckland, so we lived it up in luxury and were looked after very well being feed and watered.Picked up the campervan/passion wagon, a lump of a volkswagen that steers much like a stena line, is as steady as a waine on a sugar overdose and with no poke to her at all. But she'll do our job and is kitted out with bathroom, kitchen and bedroom. We filled it to the hilt with food along with some lemons, limes and oranges from Annette's garden and headed North. After a very scenic drive through the mountains we eventually stopped of in a cheap ass camp site for the night.