...continue to Hawke Bay...

What a night...listening to the sound of the sea with the hatch open and then waking up exactly at sunrise...a beautiful start to the day. After breakfast, I take a walk on the beach, but then I feel like moving on. Once again, the route leads through small side roads, through a partly barren (then populated with sheep) and partly pine forested hilly landscape. One of these hills also has a special name: 'The summit of the hill where Tamatea, the man with the big knees, the climber, the eater of mountains, played his flute to his brother' and thus has the longest place name in the world.

Finally, I get back on the main route and continue to Hawke Bay. At the southern tip of Cape Kidnapper (where the indigenous people once kidnapped a ship's boy), you can walk along the cliffs to a large colony of gannets in 2.5 hours at low tide, but you have to be back before the tide comes in. Unfortunately, the tides are not favorable this week, so I have to postpone this trip. A few kilometers further, I find a campsite in Napier, tomorrow I will explore the city and also visit the local Mercedes dealer...probably a fault in the alternator, we will see.