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Day 9: House hunting, swimming & cheese

Tuesday 27 September

Today we went to see two houses. One was nice, but would have needed loads of work (I don’t think the owners cleaned before we visited. It was very icky.), and was right on a main road so there was lots of road noise. The other was just a big, fat, NO.

Back to the drawing board. There are lots of open  homes scheduled for the weekend, so we’ll go and see more then, and this time we’ll be looking around the Mount Maunganui and Papamoa areas – right by the beach. 🙂

In the afternoon, we went to BayWave, an indoor swimming pool at the Mount. The water was so warm, which was lovely, and the price wasn’t too bad either (just $19 for the 4 of us). The pool goes from a shallow beach edge, to a deep end so deep that N can’t touch the bottom without going under. The girls loved it, especially when they turned on the wave action, which sends rolling waves through the pool for around 15 minutes. We started off in the shallow water, and got caught in the breakers, so moved into the deeper water. S and I stayed in the middle where I could still touch the bottom (I’m still scared of waves after being caught in a rip as a child. Not sure why we’ve moved to a beach town. Ho hum.), but N and L were off to the deepest part of the water where they could just bob around. It was great fun, and certainly worth the money, so I’m sure we’ll be back there again.

Outside the pool is a playground, so N and the girls stayed there, while I popped to the supermarket to get a few things to make chilli for dinner. This took longer than planned, because it took me ages to find anything. The sliced beetroot turns out to be in tins, and is with the tinned veg, not in a jar with the pickles. And the pesto is in the aisle with the pasta and tinned tomatoes, as I thought it would be, but it turns out to be just a tiny corner on the top shelf, rather than the full shelf of multiple variations you’d see in England:


(Spot the pesto: top left with the yellow price tags)

Luckily for us, we only ever ate the plain green and red pesto anyway, so won’t miss the other variations.

To go with my chilli, because it’s a classic combination, N made a tri-colour salad with the lovely mozzarella and pesto, and I think the cheese passed inspection, as it was all gone pretty quickly!

We have nothing booked in tomorrow, so might just amble over to the beach and play in the (cold) sand and have cake. Sounds like a plan. 🙂


Kiwi, just returned home after 17 years in the UK. Feminist, wife, mother to 2 daughters. Strongly opinionated and very vocal. I'm wicked through and through.

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