Returned to Opotiki to go tramping in the East Cape with Grant. Trekked into the usually mighty Motu River, and relaxed for a morning on it's banks before walking back out again. We were following an old trail, which was unfortunately wide enough for hunters to get in on quad bikes. So we encountered about 10 men in Robin Hood outfits complete with horns to attract the attention of rutting stags. We didn't actually here any gunshots. Just a lot of lowing humans! Quite comical in a way, if you ignored the danger.
Grant was a great companion, having run a company, which specialised in taking parties into the bush for rafting trips down the river. So he was full of stories about the river suddenly swelling to three times it's usual size after a storm and almost killing his clients.
