So by evening after stocking up at the supermarket on essentials I reached the very busy campsite and was given two choices. A proper pitch or a random spot of my own choosing in what the receptionist called the "Island" at half the price. I presumed the dearer option afforded greater personal space and not being too concerned opted for the "Island". On reaching said "Island" I pitched next to a caravan from the last century and wondered would I too ever leave the "Island".....
Saturday, 2 February 2008
Day 103 Golden Bay
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