Heading North

Whangārei - a whistle-stop tour

‘Wow, Mike, look at that building!’ I exclaimed as the bus drew to a halt. A higgledy-piggledy black and white chequerboard adorned the façade, striped with midnight blue columns, all created from crazy tiling.

‘Concentrate, Julia, we need to find our hosts.’ It was a good reminder to look out for the Rotarian and his wife, who were putting us up over th…