Poor Knights’ gateway Tutukaka doesn’t pride itself on its boundary-pushing nightlife or claim to host the world’s brashest beach parties. It’s low-key and carefree: let’s be honest, you came for the stop-in-your-tracks landscapes, epic underwater adventures and chance to gawp at the seemingly-within-reach Milky Way. Nature rules here and partying kind of takes a back seat. That being said, No.8 does serve up a mean coconut-infused daiquiri and the vibe is warm and welcoming. Lap up the sounds of the marina, snag a sun-dappled table, regroup, Corona in hand, and plot out the following day’s escapades.