It was tenders to shore, the ship boats.
The town had put on buses for ship passengers to get to the centre of town but we decided to walk and it was leisurely 20 minute stroll, past this long panel of ceramic tiles.
We first visited NZ in about 1984 and we concluded that it was better set up for tourists than Australia. Australia is pretty good now, but NZ really does it well some decades later. As we walked to the town centre, there were volunteer guides, full of information and directions and so friendly. This wasn't the only place we visited on our cruise where there were volunteer guides. They are just terrific.
Turanganui River was wide and slow.
The local cop shop, a renovated Art Deco building.
We strolled through the Sunday Market, blah, had some good coffee and then sat in the rose garden in the local park for a time. The roses were past their prime, but still blooming.
Pretty impressive chick. If you can't read her quote at the bottom, do ask. It is brilliant.
A car getting a dose of shocko electric.
I can't remember what this was about.
There was a Maori performance of a Haka in the town square.
After being on the ship for many days among old people, it was good to see some younger skin. The Maori lad with red dreads was kind of interesting.
Somewhere here was where we had coffee, sitting outside.
We caught the courtesy bus back to the wharf after the performance. The seas had picked up
Here is a short video.
Goodbye to Gisborne.