
One of the cool things about living in NZ is the large quantity of public holidays: Good Friday AND Easter Monday, Anzac Day, the Queen's Birthday, Auckland Day, Boxing Day...
To celebrate Easter weekend, we drove west to Huia and went for a hike along the black sand beach. We were expecting it to be pretty deserted, which it was by American public beach standards, but for NZ it was a little crowded (20-30 people on the beach, mostly fishing).






Huia is home to a bunch of caves and tunnels, which I was totally psyched to explore (as much as one can without a flashlight). I walked brazenly towards the darker parts of the cave, until every scary cave-related book and movie came flooding into my consciousness and I turned and hurried back to the light. It's weird how that works. Like walking down the steps to a spooky basement, the first few steps you're not afraid, everything's cool, and then three-quarters of the way down it's suddenly NOT cool and you run back upstairs.


Apparently, when Iain was still in his rowdy 20s, his friends had the ambitious idea to haul generators, turntables, lights, and speakers out to one of the caves for a rave party. How edgy! Iain claims it was awful.
We stopped at a little café for coffee and a piece of pie on the way home.