The best attraction of the town that we could find to visit was Vic Heslop's Shark Museum. Now don't be fooled by the name this was just a couple of small rooms filled with shark hating memorabilia. I know they aren't the most friendly creatures in the world but this guy really
hated them and had killed hundreds. The crowning glory of the experience was a bunch of frozen sharks including a great white in a very low budget fake aquarium.
There wasn't much else that happened during our stay apart from us spending some time fishing (feeding fish prawns) off a pier. And we had a meal time visited by another possum, this one much more forward and actually tried to get into the van.
Three nights later Jess had returned and it was time for me and Pete to finally part ways. After over 6 months of almost constant company it was an emotional farewell. I will take this opportunity to leave my soppy message of thanks to Pete; it was a brilliant journey and certainly wouldn't have been the same with anyone else so thank-you for letting me tag along on your trip.
Despite the misleading title this isn't quite the end yet. I will be working in New Zealand for 2 and a half months (now only another 2 weeks left thanks to my laziness at blog writing) before seeing a bit of the country. After that I have stupidly ambitious and terribly thought out plans for the end of the trip.
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