Waking up stretched out in fresh white sheets with the dull ache of yesterday's monster walk in our legs and the sound of rain pattering on the roof was glorious. The tea and cooked breakfast a la Bob which followed were the icing on the cake. We packed up and were soon setting out on what was going to be an emotional final long haul journey with the Enema.
The tears and flashbacks of the good times we'd had together had just about stopped by the time we arrived in Auckland and it was time to give her the send off she deserved. First stop was a car wash which turned the Enema from brown to blue and very nearly removed the wing mirrors! Bob then had 8 minutes to do her best with the asthmatic hoover on the forecourt and a saleable Enema appeared from under the dirt! I know I'm biased but the old girl scrubbed up bloody well and with her back seats reinstated it was time to show her off! Even better was that we got the delux waxy car wash for half price ($10...) and a free coffee!

We headed straight to the backpacker car auction forecourt ready to make our money back, since MrSanjayman was refusing to answer my emails and 20 missed calls... They were full and gave us the grim news which we suspected of not to getting our hopes up getting much of our money back as it was the wrong time of year and there were for sale signs and small adds littered everywhere for people carriers posing as mobile dwellings.

We curb crawled around the suburbs of Auckland dropping into every second hand car dealer who looked seedy enough to be interested in our wares. Each stop ended on a shake of the head but a new tip or suggestion of a sucker who might be interested leading to a seasonal Easter egg hunt of grumpiness around a dismal collection of industrial estates. My personal highlights were trapping my own hand in the car door at the auction house and being laughed at by the fat sweaty dellboy who offered me $700 in between lardy chortles.

The mood was bleak and we were knackered as we pulled into the Farm Park which Bob had booked us into for the night. A walk around the pens, stroking the little Jersey heifer and dodging the pukekos was pleasant enough before we returned to our beloved but unwanted Enema to eat crisps, drink beer and watch the hobbit, all under a bit of a cloud.