I remember the day my partner and I came to check out Tauranga to see if it was somewhere we could imagine ourselves living.
We loved everything we saw but there was one thing that drove us wild.
All we wanted to do was sit down and have a beer on The Strand while we tried to sort out a home to live in. We spent about half an hour on this hot summer day driving up the CBD's main streets, side streets and the waterfront carparks trying to find somewhere to park.
Seeing a car's reverse lights finally go on was something like finding a four-leaf clover in the backyard.
Almost two years on, finding a park in Tauranga is still something that more often that not sees me end up mouthing unladylike expletives. Maybe it's because I'm from a smaller town where I was used to being able to find a park on my first lap of the main street.