Our time in Gisborne had come to an end. We had spent the last few days slowly packing up the contents of our flat and had placed multiple adverts in the Eastland trader for items we wanted to sell. We received, surprisingly, the most enquiries about the vacuum cleaner and the kettle. We're still receiving messages enquiring about the kettle 3 weeks later...some people are desperate for a cup of tea. Claire's parents got involved too, Tim cleaned up the BBQ so well, the man who came for it also bought the dining table. Anything that didn't sell through the Eastland trader we decided to sell at a car boot sale on our final Saturday morning.

Unfortunately our final Saturday morning was shortly preceded by our final Friday night in Gisborne. Therefore, with fuzzy heads and as much enthusiasm as if we'd been asked to roll in dog poo, we loaded up the car early on Saturday and headed for the local church. We found our spot and parked up. Before we climbed out and began slowly unloading the contents of the car we became creepily aware off a pressing wave of slow moving people surrounding us (not dissimilar to a zombie attack where the dead feed on second hand crockery). From that moment the sales flowed steadily. We managed to shift 90% of what we took and didn't lose too much money. We even sold half used pads of post-it notes. However Greg did have to go on an emergency sandwich run mid-morning to keep Claire alive.

We spent a comfy final night in our flat on the sofas, the only remaining furniture, before selling those and setting off on our adventure. Our first stop was Palmerston North where we had dinner at our friends Tom and Elin's house. After a night camping in the car we took the ferry to the South Island and, having vineyard withdrawal syndrome, headed straight to the Marlborough wine region. Our fairly luxurious hostel rented bikes out which we used to make our way around six of the local wineries, catching up with Rubika and Sophia, two kiwi colleagues, along the way at the one and only Cloudy Bay. By vineyard number 5 a cheese board was required and we swayed our way back to the hostel, singing as we pedalled. This was followed by a much needed nap.

Whilst in the Marlborough region and after the cheese board we decided some form of exercise whilst travelling would be necessary. Enter into our lives the '30 day Batman challenge'.