The travels continue
02.12.2005 18 °C
Blogging is hard work... so I have taken a few days off to travel instead of blog! Sorry folks... where was I oh yes... Blenhiem.
We spent the night under the hospitality of Gemmas folks... thanks to them we enjoyed breezy beaches, and roast beef, and way too much good red wine... all home brewed... but when you hear the real story it is not the sort of H/B my dad does... no... 2 gallon... whats that when you can brew 250 gallon... and bottle up arround 250 bottles of the stuff... oh and pick your own grapes.... the story is just so Kiwi it really doesn't make good telling in a blog. Anyway we finished off 3 bottles and then headed out to the spa. Again just so typical of the way of life out here... eat and then drink and then get in the spa. Very relaxing.. we now want to work out a way of getting one at home!
After a night in a real bed and a real decent nights sleep our feet got itchy... the call of the road beckons. Something about travel this way just makes you want to get moving... its like the travel becomes the reason... the sight seeing just something you do between overnight stops.
We took a back track along some of the new vineyards swathing the land. On Grahams recomendation we tried the Mud House... very nice wines... and a nice chat to a lass from Derbyshire who was working there. $20 later and a bottle safely tucked in the van... plus the 5 wines we tried whilst there we set off again. Our route took us to Renwick and then back to Blenhiem to get onto SH1 again. We headed through Blenhiem... watch out for the roundabout with the railway running through! We followed the line and the coast for quite a few km then. Passing huge vineyards and srubby hills. Our tour never ending... there was a stop at a seal sanctuary... just a collection of seals sunning themselves on the rocks... waching waves crash. We spent time here just looking and marvelling at how these ungainly creatures made it in the world... then watching as they swam in the surf like it was a square pond at home.
We travelled on through vast river deltas and over lonely bridges, past hamlets and bachs (pronounced Batch's) on to Kiakoura. Our journey now having totalled 1516 road km's.. plus about 70 odd over the Marlborough sounds. Kiakoura was our rest point for the night. The site was up to the usual Motor Park standard... very busy and even included a spa... sadly it was booked.
We strolled out along the sweep of the bay, all the time watching the clouds on the hillside. Rain was threatened, and the salt spray looked like mist in the evening sun. We enjoyed a sun downer in the local pub... right out at the wharf edge. Perfect location for a good pint. The gents loo even had a black borad for graphitti artists to add there comments... mostly about sheep and Aussies... and how Oz is the place where men are men... and sheep are worried.
The peace of the night was shattered at 2 am... when a goods train rumbled past the campsite... clanking into the night. My dreams filled with long distance trains and the perpetual motion in my head lulled me back to sleep.