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We ate at Katz 's ( same table as where Harry met Sally , though the food did n't have quite the same effect ) , climbed the World Trade Center - - now there 's a view ! Always on private land , we hiked up steep hills , along beaches , through forest , across farmland , down gullies , along cliff tops , and through a native bush reserve . On reaching The Pigeons , four stark pieces of rock sticking up from the ocean floor , we tacked up through the beautiful Broken Islands into Port Fitzroy , a secure , almost land-locked , haven . She dressed as a wood nymph for a friend 's " fairies and goblins " party , and as a serpent for a Garden of Eden party . So the two brothers set off into a strengthening wind and anchored for the night at Rotoroa , a small island owned by the Salvation Army and used as a drying-out place for alcoholics . But she left because of personality problems with her boss , who was the owner 's son - - and stealing money from the till . It 's a huge area of rocky outcrop , with weird rock formations , deep crevices , rock bridges , holes through which you can gaze out over the prairie far below . In Germany we parted : Pam to London to visit her parents , Ian to Rome to visit the Food and Agriculture Organization , a UN agency that he is doing digital library work for. ( He came away with a cheque for US $ 50K for the research project , so it was worth it . The other three members also play as a trio , but they are keen for Pam to join in and travel every month to Te Kauwhata , halfway between Hamilton and Auckland , to meet her and practise together in a community hall that they rent for the princely sum of $ 5 for the whole afternoon . To enter would involve a far narrower , riskier , passage , and at this point our courage deserted us and we headed back for the " civilization " ( or so it seemed from out there ! " Anyway , there was a good audience including underage youth as well as computer scientists ; Ivan 's ploy may be working . Pam and Ian landed and walked right up the cone to the crater at the top , through huge scoria boulders that absorb and reflect the heat , making it almost palpable . There were four of us : three-hour watches , with a communal watch from three to six in the afternoon so that watch times rotated every day . We see the starting area out near Whangaparoa and can just make out two grey triangles moving like shark fins above the bumpy line of smaller craft . We marvelled at massive blowholes , walked to the celebrated " Wineglass Bay " on the Freycinet peninsula ( we think Matai Bay , described above , is even nicer ) , strolled around Salamanca market in Hobart , ate and drank well , and generally had a great time . The first day we did n't get far , anchoring at Rakino in the same bay mentioned above . On returning to the wharf the next morning we all drove off for a day 's sightseeing - - the wind was too fresh for Ian to sail back alone as planned . We've enjoyed , with friends and a bottle or two of wine , a magnificent marine firework display , based on three barges in Auckland Harbour , and , when it finished , joined a long , ghostly procession of other boats sailing out through the night to island anchorages .