The end of the world (as we know it)
Living like a gypsy We arrived in Curio Bay, on the southern most tip of the South Island, around 5pm on Monday. Aside from Patagonia, and Stewart Island (off the coast of South Island), it's as far south as you can get on any landmass. So even though it's almost mid-summer here, and the sun was shining, it was pretty chilly and windy. Not exactly summer frock weather. Our accommodation was at Nick's Surf School, in an old gypsy caravan in his garden, which was directly on the beach: Curio Bay. Now, as much as we have established over the past weeks that we really DON'T like motorhoming, spending a night in a converted gypsy caravan is a completely different thing. Decked out with BBQ, wifi, TV, sofa and huge, very comfortable bed, and an outside shower and loo, this caravan had us at 'hello'. And Nick was the coolest surf dude I've met since living in Los Angeles. I'd guess in his late forties, he runs surf camps and a backpackers surfing hoste...