
Far ago and long away (whatever) there was a couple of gentle souls living an unassuming life on board their faithful ketch
Tarun. They travelled here and there, crossed mighty oceans, swam in
tropical waters and finally made their way to the paradise known to some of you as New Zealand (always wondered what happened to Old Zealand?). Anyhow, there they settled in the north of the north island until it
became apparent that although it was a lovely place, finding a means to be gainfully employed would be no mean
Where's Tarun?
feat. Off they went to the big city to find their fortune. They travelled by night and arrived on a beautiful day to their new home at
Westhaven marina. Asimple place with only 1500 neighbours. There they were made welcome by the very friendly office staff who politely informed them that they were welcome to stay for 3 months in recognition of their epic journey but after that they had to apply to stay longer, with no
guarantees they would be able to stay. This proved a burden on the pshche of the two gentle souls who were looking for peace and restful surroundings in which to contemplate their future. They searched high and low until they
chanced upon Baywater Marina, a manmade marina sticking out from the north shore of Auckland Harbour. After many heartfelt meetings they were approved to live aboard their floating home at this wonderful place. All that remained was to completely re-wire the boat, get it inspected then get it certified as safe and they would once again be able to finally call someplace home.