The northward route comes to a halt at the Waikato river. We turned into Port Waikato, at the river mouth. This small settlement is a somewhat sad mixture of extravagant Aucklander second homes, and rather run-down smaller properties.
There is a truly spectacular beach, beloved of surfers. (This whole coast is dude heaven, especially Raglan which has a world-famous 'left hand break'. We think this describes the way the waves curl, but we're only guessing.)
The sun sets, as you can see, directly ahead. We sat on a bench, eating our dinner (lovely local mince cooked by Pip) and watching the show. Then we drove off looking a for a good spot. We weren't very successful, and ended up driving halfway across New Zealand to our previous spot at Miranda Beach. It took less than two hours though, and we were in bed by half past ten.