It was to be a big three-destination day, with drama toward the end, but a happy ending nonetheless. We decamped from Hollard Gardens, drove to on to Kaponga for administrative purposes, and then on to Opunake, on the coast, stopping there to briefly to walk the main street and then the surfers' beach.
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In addition to everything else, New Zealand is a land of murals
and muralists; every town has some; Opunake had many |
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| Old projector at the cinema |
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Peter Snell, miler of the mid-20th century; whom I actually remember from my (very, very brief) time on the high school track team |
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Impressive guy; I think I was impressed in part that a world-class
athlete could also be a Ph. D. |
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| More murals |
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| And some modest art deco too |
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| Intrepid paddle-boarder; we thought |
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| Paddling the Tasman Sea |
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| Also, keep left |
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| Every beach has its history |
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A bit down the road we came to these monumental public baths;
now closed |
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Worth a stop if only to see the monument and its reference to
a "British possession"; "the sun never sets....", etc. |
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| Sic transit, Gloria |
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