With the new van purchased from a couple of tight arsed Frenchies who didn’t leave a clean dish or a drop of gas in the van for a cup of tae we were on the road!
We fuelled up the van with diesel, gas and food supplies and headed down the road with not a stitch of a plan and immediately got lost looking for the coast road with the aim of making it to Coramandel.
The next mission was to find a shop to buy the spray paint. We found a small country garage that had just what we needed! We set about remodelling the van, spraying up the rear door in the middle of the petrol station. With locals coming and going each left with a bigger smile than they came in with and some with a photo worthy of any mantel piece!ha
The coast road to coramandel town was unreal; the road hugs the coast line with a drop into the ocean on one side and a vertical rock face on other. An unforgiving road I’d say for those who don’t pay it some respect, we on the other hand loved it, tearing around the corners at night allowed us the advantage of seeing oncoming traffic abling us to cut corners like Colin McRae and soon landed in Coramandel town.
We found the nearest pub with any sign of life about it, which was hard to find on a Monday night. The pub lady was about to shut up for the night and we convinced her otherwise. No sooner had we sipped our handles, a crowd of corks bai’s landed with a token welsh fellow. The night ended with a debut with the bar lady to what time she should close the bar at!
