What did the birthday bunny bring?
09.12.2005 24 °C
Well I can tell you... a dancing dash board diva, a lovely NZ tea Towel, a snow globe, a mini slinky and a jade pendant, in an eternity twist.
With birthday celebrations over, we headed out of Carters Beach, Westport. The road lead us through Murchison and Tapawera, along some lovely valley roads and twisty bends. A brief stop at a swing bridge.. or rope bridge as we Brits call em was all the sight seeing we alowed ourselves. We decided that $10 just to walk over a bridge was a bit steep so we will save that for another time.
We headed round through to Motueka, and lunched at the harbour. We were now on the sort of north coast of the south island, just below the Able Tasman National Park. We sat watching two old gents sailing thier boats as the sun shone and the breeze took our sandwiches away. The old quay was the resting place of the Jane Siddons, a steam tug boat bought by the local fishing company in the 1940's just when local laws outlawed the use of coal vessles. They just left the ship to rot there!
Finaly we came to rest in Nelson... or just outside... infact we thought we had found a nice tranquil spot by the sea, in a quieter part of town... right under the take off run way and flight path for most of Nelsons interisland flights. Not so quiet after all... surely there can't be that many folk wanting to fly from Nelson at 10 pm at night to how may different places? But there were. As a treat we ate out.. pizza from a wood fired oven..lovelly. We had clocked up 3688km by the end of the day, so we got some well earned rest.
Day 20... 5 days to go. We moved camp from Nelso to Picton, via Hira and Rai Valley and Havelock. We stoped at Pelorus bridge to look in the clear water... all was good.
After spending a pleasant 20 mins in Havelock wandering round the museum, we headed out to a look out point. Lunch here was taken, amind the flies... a further investigation after lunch provided the source of the pests... a long drop was hidden in the bush, just meters from where we were eating. Nice! Time to make a move then, onwards to look at the Queen Charlotte sound... very nice, lush green vallies and clear waters. Hard to think its the sea!
Finally we rounded the bend to the port of Picton. There we stopped for the night. Nice campsite.. compact, and full of Brits, but it had a hot tub, and that was well worth the hours hire. Tomorrow its ferry time.