We’re hiding out at Whangaruru, a harbour on the east coast of Northland, New Zealand. Whangarei is to the south and the Bay of Islands is to the northwest, which is where we are trying to head for Christmas.
The area was reputedly named by Puhimoanariki, the captain of the legendary waka Mataatua, after searching for a long time he found shelter from bad weather there. Whangaruru means “sheltered harbour” in the Māori language.
It may not be as majestic as other places we will go but is keeping us safe and sound in southwest winds, gusting to 25 knots.
I may still have to take a Dramamine with a little bit of rolling still happening.