Well rubbish really.
I've just had a glorious weekend up north. McLeod Bay was superb on Saturday.
Sunday started with watching a replay of the All Blacks vs England game which was won by the Welsh referee.
Mid morning I went further north to Tutukaka with the tenants who have just bought a camper van and were keen to try it out.
It went smooth with no problems - not generated by us or the van at any rate. As far as other road users goes it was another story. Coming around a sweeping turn we were confronted by one of the northern locals on our side of the road. He was passing illegally, on a corner and had crossed over the yellow no passing lines. The red Holden wankmobile he was driving squeezed between us and the car it was overtaking with inches to spare and only because we moved as far left as we could as did the other car. Fucking bastard!
Tutukaka was nice though. There are several little bays that are just beautiful. We kayaked around a bit and, because the tenants are Brits, had several brew-ups of tea beside the road.
We had a bit of a laugh at one of the bays when some obvious Big Wednesday Lotto winners turned up. This elderly (or at least older than me) couple turned up driving a spanking brand new 4WD towing a shiny, never-been-used jet ski. His wife got out and attempted to direct him down the (wide) ramp. He failed 7 times and only on the 8th managed to make a wobbly passage across the stony beach to the waters edge. Well, actually he was still about 10 metres from the water but never mind.
I don't know why jet ski owners think it's a good idea to take their noisy stinking machines to quiet and pristine places.
The lotto winners took another half hour to establish how the winch mechanism on the trailer worked and eventually got the shiny machine into the water. Mum waded in and held on to it while dad took away the car and trailer....... she waited ...... and waited ...... and waited .....and 20 minutes later dad had parked the car just up the ramp and on the grass.
Then the fun began. We were convulsed with laughter watching them trying to climb onto the beast. Eventually they got on and after a while managed to start it up. Burble, burble , burble it went as they slowly, very slowly moved off. I was happy that they were observing the 5kph speed when within 200 metres of the shore (really about 3kph) but was amazed when after clearing the speed limit signage they kept at the same very slow speed. They tick, tick, ticked their way out of the bay and at one stage dad gave the machine a bit of power. It roared and sprayed water which obviously frightened them because that only lasted 3 seconds before they went back to tick, tick, ticking their way out and around the headland.
As they disappeared we surmised that the jet ski would be on Trade Me next week but then worried that they might never return as probably no-one taught them how to use the 'kill' mechanism on the machine so if they fell off then the ski would continue on to Argentina leaving them alone in shark-infested waters.
Actually as we drove past the bay about 2 hours later the car and trailer were still there with no sign of the jet ski or old couple.
Now what this post was really about was the fact that in Northland some bright spark (read dickhead) at the council has decided that people need to be more responsible with their rubbish at scenic spots. Instead of providing litter bins they now just put up signs that say:
"Please take your rubbish home.
No bins. No rubbish. Better beach."
Yeah right!
Take a look at this photo where people just dump rubbish below the sign.
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