This weekend I booked an AirBnB up in Matakana…well Point Wells really but Matakana is the nearest town of any reasonable size which means it has one main street with boutique-y shops and a few restaurants, a petrol station, a convenience store, a liquor store, a real estate office, and some interesting-looking public restrooms….
I wanted to check out the area around Matakana because Goat Island was just 15 minutes away. Goat Island is a marine reserve where people go snorkeling. Lots of on-line websites talk the place up, the actual page for Goat Island Marine Reserve makes it sound like a freakin’ snorkelers dream, and friends who’ve gone there have said it’s awesome. Here are a few pictures I found online of the amazing-ness that is Goat Island.
You know how many fish Tom and I saw? Like…mmm….three. Three snappers of varying sizes…one big ‘un and a few smaller ones. I’m pretty sure it was just the same three fish following us around too…the medium–sized one was always suspiciously close to me whenever I put my head under water and would always swim off innocently. I started thinking it was up to something nefarious.
We actually saw four fish if you count the large black-and-white striped one I saw several times though Tom never saw it, despite my frantic poking and pointing (my methods of underwater communication are uh-ma-zing), so he thinks I was just making it up.
That was it, not much else to see there except for free-floating seaweed that rolled around the ocean floor with long leaves moving in an undulating way that kept making me think it was an octopus coming in for the attack.
Later on I Googled why there isn’t much sea life at Goat Island anymore and the explanation I found is that it’s because people aren’t allowed to feed the fish there like they used to be and so the fish have gone off to deeper waters (except for those few that were following me about who didn’t seem to have received the memo). I KNEW they looked hungry.
Apparently people were over-feeding the fish. The article said people were dumping in like 20 loaves of sliced white bread at a time, feeding them sausages…SAUSAGES!! Is it just me or is that weird? So…no more fish feeding, thus only a small smattering of fish.
*Completely unrelated side note* What’s even weirder than feeding sausage to fish is feeding cooked chicken to chickens. That to me just seems wrong. And hasn’t anyone ever heard of Wendigos?! A Wendigo is a demon from Native American folklore that is created when a man commits cannibalism. The legend states that once they taste of the flesh of man they are driven crazy by an insatiable hunger and become obsessed with satiating their need. A Wendigo chicken sounds like a pretty shitty thing. Chickens aren’t that nice to begin with. I know this because we had chickens growing up and they were little assholes. AND we never fed them their own kind. But we did end up eating them.
Back to reality.
I make it sound like we didn’t have a good time. We did, there was something really peaceful about swimming around with my head underwater for long periods of time and the surrounding scenery was absolutely beautiful. I was just disappointed by the lack of sea life.
I did get some pretty good pictures which I proceeded to edit with SnapSeed, an app that my brother introduced to me. I don’t really know how to use the app, I only know how to make the colors super bright and fake looking and clouds always end looking a bit surreal….
On Saturday our plan was to hit up some wineries and breweries in the Matakana area and then go to dinner at a highly recommended Thai fusion restaurant. But I got a stomach bug which wasn’t absolutely horrible but made me feel just sick enough to not feel motivated to do anything. So rather than lie around being lazy and sick at a stranger’s home (we’d only rented a room, not an entire place) we headed back to Auckland.
So much for my idea of having a romantic weekend getaway.
I only just realized that Valentine’s Day is this Thursday. Round these parts, meaning Casa de Tom and Leah, VD is viewed as kind of a bullshit holiday. I won’t go into the reasons because anti-VD-ers are pretty much the same as cross-fitters….you’ve heard it all before.
While looking at the website of a new yoga studio that opened just down the street I saw that they have a 90-minute V-Day couples yoga and massage class. I don’t give a darn about it supposedly being for Valentines Day or being romantic or intimacy-growing or any of that stuff, I just thought it would be hilarious. Plus I like yoga.
Unfortunately the class is $70 which is some pretty darn expensive hilarity.
So I went on YouTube and found some couples yoga videos and have informed Tom that we will be engaging in this activity, for free and in the comfort of our living room, one evening this week.
Nothing crazy, just stuff like this…..
Although I imagine one day we will eventually graduate to this….
Tom just looked at these two photos and said “Jesus Christ, I can feel my back breaking just looking at those photos. I do not foresee that in my future.”
Hopefully couples yoga will help us to align our goals.
Gotta go, I’m off to search Amazon for some yoga flame pants for Tom.
After writing this post I did an image search for “Wendigo chicken”. Nothing came up, go figure, but I did enjoy this weirdly random and unrelated picture….