Dear Foxton Beach,
I realise we’ve only been on three dates, but I’m just going to come out and say it: I think I love you.
Our first date took place hardly one week into the country during my last visit, coming up on three years ago now. It was so nice out that I poked my head in whoever’s room was open in my dorm and essentially said, “Hey, I’m Andrea; want to go to the beach?” And I’m so glad I did.
Date two took place the Saturday before last. Suzie and I had been talking about the beach for some time, but the weather was never quite right. Then one weekend the stars aligned (metaphorically, of course; this was during the day, after all) and we were off.
And then we arrived, O glorious day:
Remember this series?
Based on my previous postings of food, you might get the impression I only eat deep-fried food here. I can assure you that’s not true. But there’s just something about swimming to the point of fatigue and then napping in the sun on the beach that makes you crave fish and chips. Not to mention kumara (sweet potato) fries [far left] or a DEEP-FRIED MILKY WAY BAR [centre].
Date three: last Wednesday. Suzie called to say she felt like getting the hell out of Dodge that evening, and it didn’t take much arm-twisting for me to go with her. Our aim was to see the sunset this time, so we packed some fruit and hit the road again.