As we get further out the jellyfish get bigger but less frequent. Occasionally we would see one that had been ripped to shreds by a passing fishing boat – floating life-lessly through the ocean like a plastic bag. Once we’d got round the point Sarah handed me the paddle and I slowly made my way towards the small bay. When we had gotten closer Sarah let out a gasp at the sight. A small golden beach speckled with tiny pale shells. A thin dirt path leading into thick native bush. As we landed we heard a tui chirp its greeting. I looked at Sarah, pleading with my eyes to go up the mysterious path. ‘Maybe another day’ she replied, ‘anyway mum and dad will be expecting us home soon’. I sighed as I took one last look at the magical place we had found then set off towards the kayak.