back day. In the morning, we gathered at the FF clubhouse (which they share with a dog training organization) for some special entertainment. A group of Maori singers performed for us. Lots of songs with some beautiful harmony. And a large and imposing man who did all those Maori grunts, shouts, and the "sticking out of the tongue" thing. We all loved it. Then they joined the group for mid-morning tea. Or coffee. And cookies and cakes. Don't they realize just it is to resist that stuff? I'll have to buy two seats to get back home at this rate. But it was fun, and we had some very good conversations with the Maori group. And these folks were the real deal; not just some people pretending to be Maoris.
side. Thelma, as it turns out, is an avid gardener. She even has an large avocado tree, grown from a seed, which produces lots of avocados. We'd been told that such a tree wouldn't produce fruit. Seems they were wrong. We found that we really liked her chickens and doves. But we liked them best at her house.
Then we take a short and damp trek to a vantage point to see a beautiful waterfall, Dawson Falls. Although it's a bright sunny day, the ground and plants are wet from the spray of the falls. Very thick foliage. Reminds David of the Olympic rain forest.
On the way home, we stop at a "Possum and Merino" shop. Yes, possums. But the New Zealand possums are not nearly as ugly as ours in the U.S. They hire people to hunt and trap the little beasties, which are too numerous in NZ. Then they tan the skins to make a very light and supple leather. The fur is combined with merino wool to make a very soft fabric. Yep, Joy found just the right item. Very pretty. Fortunately, she didn't buy the wierd Davy Crockett hat:
Then we wound our way home through beautiful views of farmland, sheep, lots of sheep, cows, lots of cows, and distant views of the ocean here and there.
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