This is the place

In 1989 My Grandparents Phil and Gen Torr Bought the Mangonui Hotel.

Our family is small and close so my mother Jodie, Myself, My Aunty Sandi and her Daughter Melody all soon followed moving the huge 8hrs North from the Western Bay of Plenty.

Over the span of 5 years we lived both in the Pub itself or in the very old Heritage buildings close by (The old post office next door and the Wharf store).

Mangonui Pub was busy and full of life back then as the fishing industry was going strong. The staff were like extensions of our family and are still close to us to this day.

When the fishing boats came in the town and pub would fill up and me and my Cousin used to love sleeping in the bunk bed rooms above the public bar and listen to all the noise. On more than a few occasions we heard the odd furious fishermans wife thunder in and demand their Husband hurry up and go home after being at sea for so long! 

We would play hide and seek upstairs and scare ourselves stupid because we had told ghost stories the night before and we were convinced the pub was haunted. We would raid the Guest tearoom upstairs of biscuits and I still to this day cannot eat honeyed carrots!! (this was a staple side vegetable with meals from the kitchen.)

Anzac Day parades were Amazing back then and afterwards all would pile into the pub for a meal and drinks and us local kids would have a ball.

 It was wonderful.  Mangonui is wonderful. QUIET.....but wonderful all the same with lots of memories, history and a great close community.