Day 11. Rarotonga. Bye bye bike, hello kiwi couple.

Last day of our week's bike hire, so we took a final spin around the island in the morning. Wasn't happy about handing back the keys, in fact Wend came over all emotional and patted the petrol tank as if she was saying farewell to a much loved puppy.

We'd met a quirky kiwi couple over a beer yesterday and arranged to have dinner with them this evening.

The bloke, Chris, is one of those livestock auctioneers who do the sing-songy thing into the microphone on marketday. And I can only imagine he's fantastic at his job because he babbles on like a baboon on barbiturates when he's on his holidays.

Him and his missus, Shannon could stick the booze away too, so it ended up being quite a lively old evening. They've invited us for dinner at their place in Raglan on the west coast of NZ's north island. If nothing else it'll be a free scoff, so we'll probably take them up on it.