Morning has broken

This is the view from my hostel bed at 7.55am.

You have to imagine birdsong and the sound of waves breaking, heralding a new day (also heralding a 16km cycle to Takaka with all my stuff loaded on the back of the bike).

Actually the ride wasn't bad at all but my luggage arrangements need sorting. Why did I bring that stupid backpack when I should have invested in some front panniers?!

Next time I'll know better.