This is the tale of two fools.
After being stuck inland for a week the ocean was to us what Burger king is to David Tua. Along the Kaikoura coast two homesick part time nomads spot Nims Bin caravan crayfish diner. With not much time to spare we pulled into the gravel pit and called out from the car “how mucha for a taily” ..”Come see” the wahine says. We go in. The first sign I see is ‘garlic butter cray $5′, we thought we’d found the best gravel pit on the east coast. We order two and talk smack with the worker. I was snapping off a few photos around the caravan while the crays were being cooked. Soon after the call goes out and we head in to pay our $10 bargain for the afternoon snack, only after handing my eftpos card all I heard was one two eight. In my head I have a momentary freak out but settle after realizing she means $12.80…or not the screen read $128.00.  Some how we all had some very crossed wires and what was a small cheap snack turned into a $64.00 each afternoon snack. $5 was just for the garlic butter. I can’t think where else you’d pay that much and still eat with plastic cutlery.

apparently the numbers are prices.

She had to come out front to get reception for the eftpos – Tom is really happy that she managed to still make it work

Half smile, bitter sweet

Who to tell first?