Later that night we met a lovely Maori family who showed us a spot next to the river to camp and it was clear that everyone from miles around soon knew a couple of tourists were about. A guy from Waikare lit a fire for us and told us every detail of how to hunt wild pigs. As it turns out that is a bit thing in the north of NZ and it was the first of many pig hunting stories and experiences we would have.
Those dogs are not friendly!
The following day turning into another wet boot day as were were walking along a stream again.