Piha - oh how I love that place. Ahh yes, all those fond memories I have of summers staying out there at the Joyce's bach (or more like house nowadays). A night spent there over the weekend reminded me of what, in my eyes, are the contributors to its awesomeness...
Like... getting the "first sight of the sea"; the smell of the burning rubber of car brakes while making the decent of the everlasting hill to the beach; the smell (not to mention taste) of the hot chips from the Piha shop; Lion Rock's enormity; the clean fresh air that instantly makes you feel alive; the prickle of sand against your skin as it's hurled along the beach by the forever present wind; the crashing sound of what always seems to be messy surf; a crowd of people gathered around someone injured on the beach; the delicious home made doughnuts from the Piha store on a Sunday morning; bonding time while having to do the dishes by hand; the fine black sand and how it manages to get in places you didn't know you had; being able to laze about reading, chatting and eating and not feeling guilty for doing so; the peacefulness; and the surfers always crouched in the dunes pointing and squinting out to sea.
A definite must for me will be to make sure I spend more time out there before heading off. It will undoubtedly be one of the places that I'll miss the most while overseas.
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