Danielle Wright and family discover life is laid-back on Rakino Island.
It's quite a glamorous set on the Belaire ferry to Rakino Island. Great Gatsby lookalikes are pointing out landmarks to young women in floral playsuits and oversized sunglasses, while tween-aged boys fool around on iPhones.
After a short trip past Rangitoto and Motutapu islands, we're greeted by well-dressed kids fishing off rocks; and on the wharf in front of the community hall, derelict cars without registrations line the road. A smart-looking family arrives in a beaten-up van covered in children's handprints. Regular holidaymakers to the island use the cars until they stop working - it's quite charming but a bit of an eyesore in such a pretty spot.
They park on the grass under a pohutakawa tree and head to the beach to race on overloaded paddle boards around the boats in the bay. Seeing the generations all together, I wonder if the children whose handprints mark the van are now mums with their own kids holidaying here.
We walk from the boat to the first bay where we watch games of cricket on the sand and splash in the swimming-pool-clear water while a scottie dog named Oscar barks at us until the owners finally come to claim him. There's plenty of shade, so we set up camp on a picnic table next to a tree with a giant rope swing, so we can watch all the beach action.