And...relax. Rolled into Raglan on the 5th and stayed a couple of nights in a cool little backpackers just off the main street. All the rooms come off a central courtyard, with hammocks and comfy swingy chairs everywhere and huge cushions to loo around on and a nonchalant cat wandering about - the sort of gaff you could wake up in one day and realise that you've been there a month. Really laid back place, what you'd expect from the surf capital of New Zealand. So when in Rome and all that - pictures of our attempts to tame the ocean now on the site. Great laugh - Kristin and Zen (why WOULDN'T a surf instructor be called Zen?) the instructors were dead helpful but really, me is the worst surfer/beach dude on the planet. The boys in Ipswich will remember the Newquay holidays when we used to strut around Fistral Beach in our baggy wetsuits, looking like we'd just drowned and been resurrected but actually believing we were attreacting the opposite gender... stick to snowboarding Christian, eh. Off to Auckland now... C x