A nasty looking Fijian mosquito bite on Kate's ankle sent us back to New Plymouth in the morning to find a doctor. A bottle of antibiotics later we headed down the 'Forgotten World Highway' and armed with the wrong leaflet, we've forgotten we were meant to see. We did get our passports stamped in NZ's only republic in Whangmomona while stopping at their infamous pub for a swift half. Ended up in Taumarunui where the campsite owner sported a fabulously large moustache and an equally large sense of humour!
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