Cars - Part 1

This was supposed to be the post about our weekend holiday to the Coromandel Peninsula (just to the east of Auckland). But shit happens sometimes, and so we have a different tale to tell.

We got out of town early on Friday afternoon to try to beat the traffic (still got a fair bit of it down the motorway), for a few days near Hot Water Beach. The weather forecast was pretty abysmal, but not enough to discourage us, after all, we could just dig a hole in the beach sand and sit in some thermal waters. But about halfway there, things went pear shaped...

Two hours out of Auckland, the car's battery warning light came on as we were cruising on the highway, shortly followed by Jo noticing the power steering had gone AWOL. We found somewhere to pull over (just as the temperature gauge clocked the top of the scale), which as luck would have it was right out the front of what we later found out to be the only open garage within about a 40km radius. So if we'd called the AA for roadside help, they would have towed us here. Diagnosis: a failed fan belt idler pulley bearing, and two thrown belts. No chance of getting replacement parts til Monday, but it was fortunate that we'd planned to take Monday off work anyway.

It was in a little town called Maramarua (from the Maori translation: mara - nowhere; marua - to be in the middle of). Naturally with a non-functioning car and dark closing fast, we were left figuring out what we could do for the next few days.

Whilst the idea of sleeping in the car was proposed, fortunately the place we were supposed to be staying called aroud and found a nearby B&B in Mangatarata (Maori: 10 miles east of the middle of nowhere) who could come and pick us up and accommodate us for the night. So we spent the night crashing someone else's dinner (which they were nice enough to share with us), and finding out about their little B&B and family story. By this stage we figured that a rental car would be good to see us through the rest of the weekend and we'd continue on in the morning.

At about midnight Jo had a nausea attack and dashed to the toilet feeling pretty unwell. That seemed to pass relatively quickly, but not before I was sent on a mission to find a bucket; a nice challenge in a strange house in the dark.

Then at about 2:30 a loud beeping noise started. The smoke detector in our room had at that moment decided that its batteries were flat and that we needed to know about it, so I had to find a chair to stand on and pull it down.

I don't know what all this means but sometimes you just get the feeling that you're not meant to be going somewhere. By the morning we had pretty much given up on thoughts of continuing our journey, and decided to head home for a couple of days of relaxing. Jo had a date with Harry Potter anyway. We did take the time to go for a walk aroud their little bush plot which was a nice enough distraction, then found a local rental car to get home in (a Toyota Carib - a car just as bland as its homonym).

I was waiting for some punchline/epilogue to this, like that the place we were supposed to be staying had been struck by lightning and washed away in a flood, but no such luck. I guess we'll just have to chalk this one up to a series or random coincidences. Luckily our car was fixed by Monday night, and we took a round trip to pick it up and drop off the rental.