Our favourite spot was a beach called New Chums. It was a cracker rivalling our favourite beaches we had seen in Oz. We enjoyed our own peace of paradise for a few hours, climbing trees, paddling in the water and picnic-ing but it wasn't until we went for a gentle stroll that Ruth slipped on an extremely slippery rock and hurt her hand. The beach was a half hour hike over boulders and muddy footpaths, so it wasn't a lot of fun for her heading back to the van. We sought advice in a chemist and an ambulance lady who happened to be there said she thought Ruth's thumb looked dislocated. We went to see a GP who strapped the thumb up. Fortunately it was just badly swollen and bruised rather than dislocated. The sling and pain killers did the trick. She was advised to rest the hand for at least a week. I reckon it was a secret ploy to get me to do all the cooking and the packing!
hey loving reading the blog, particularly like the flying stew!! just wanted to say happy anniversary for tomorrow, can't believe it's a year already! think if I remember right you get to celebrate twice in New Zealand and Samoa? have an amazing couple of anniversary days and have fun in Samoa! xxxx
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