I guess it's called Breakers Bay, or Dorset Point. I kind of liked it better when I didn't know it's name and I just called it "my favorite beach."
I pretty spontaneously hopped on bus 11 today and went there. "Get my sister a paua shell" is on my list of things to do before I leave New Zealand and I figured today was a good day to cross that one off.
I was sitting at the beach on a nice grassy hill, taking millions of pictures, just snapping away, when a man walking his dog yelled over from below the hill, "It's a great memory, but it won't do it justice." I could not agree more.
So while you're looking at my pictures, somehow try to imagine that it actually is even more beautiful in real life.
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