My relationship with Iggy came complete with a timeshare. Previously we stayed in Taupo in winter. This year, yearning for warmth, we chose to have a spring-time holiday at Club Paihia in the north of the North Island. We hit a week of New Zealand-wide extreme wild-weather conditions, with Northland getting the best of a bad deal. We know how to enjoy wild wet days. We settled in with a pile of books and Sky TV, which we don’t have at home. (If you are looking for an engaging read, I recommend “Americanah” by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. I went on to a recommendation of Iggy’s, “Red Runs the Vistula” – a gripping autobiographical account of a prisoner of war escapee working for the Polish resistance movement.)
Our unit was spacious, well-equipped – and at the top of a steep hill. We had no trouble ensuring there were five minutes of good hard uphill puffing each day! We were rewarded with privacy and a view over the valley.
This was the first time I had experienced resort hosting. We enjoyed meeting the other guests at a drinks night. Tourist activity providers’ presentations on local activities whetted our appetites and, unusually for us, we did sign up for a tour. On the days when the sun did shine, we ventured far and wide from Club Paihia – the subject of future posts.