We catch breakfast with the seagulls on the beach in Tauranga before hitting the road. We pass some empty cities and wander around in a city where shops seem specialized with antiques, they call it the antique trail. It feels like the notion of time does not exist here as we stumble upon dust-eaten books, old-fashioned china and colonial era pieces. Our driving skills in New Zealand do not prove as good as we’re about to reach Auckland. We spent hours in the traffic and awkward road and neighbourhood logic. We can’t seem to find anything on the map. We get there late, but manage to stop by an art gallery. We sleep at Takapuna Beach Holiday Park.