Then we crammed all our clean clothes, dirty washing and other possessions into the available bags. We had started out with a holdall and a carry-on bag each. My back pack had travelled in my holdall. We had acquired another small bag each as a result of our walk in the Kaikoura mountains. Worryingly we filled all these bags so that we had 7 full bags when we would only be allowed 4 pieces of luggage on the flight home.
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| At least we didn't have this much! |
Things were going our way when we managed to clean up Tim and still check out of the site on time. It got even better when we drove to the Jet Park Hotel, where we'd booked a room for that night, and were able to dump the bags in our room immediately.
We had until 4pm to return Tim, so, loathe to part from him before it was really necessary, we drove to Ambury Park, walked along the estuary (still no sighting of a Reef Heron), walked up the extinct volcano called Mangere Mountain and had a picnic lunch.
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| Natural masterpiece, Ambury Park |
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| Inside the crater of Mangere Mountain |
Then we could put off the evil moment no longer; we had to abandon our old friend - who with only a few grumbles and quirks, had done all we'd asked of him and served us well - at the Apollo depot.
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| Goodbye hug! |
After this we went downtown to drown our sorrows.
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