Wanaka: On a wing and a prayer
We stop at the first cafe we see.
Now that we're both older and wiser, our journey is planned around frequent food stops. We've agreed that food and vegetables, preferably organic, can only be bought on the roadside and that there's nothing wrong with a little dirt. Coffee must be fresh and plentiful, beers craft and wines matched.
Our journey to Warbirds Over Wanaka will take us through 1500km of territory we first covered together 20-odd years ago. We were 20 years old, learning to fly and learning how to stay out of trouble. Like last time, we have carefully assessed the weather and route, this time paying special attention to the surf and fishing reports.
It's a long journey but no trip down the North Island would be complete without a stop at Waiouru Army Museum. Forcing Dad to stop there on those long drives to Auckland is etched in my memory. Forcing Nicholas to stop proves equally difficult. We park alongside an old Army tank, comparing its sturdy construction with our camper.