We gladly left Franz Josef, and drove up the coast to Westport. This was Erin’s first day driving! Initially I was disappointed as it was still foggy and rainy, but the scenery did not disappoint. It was gorgeous again. I’m probably starting to sound like a broken record, but you run out of words sometimes. Let me see, the fog cloaked the steep hills, as the harsh waves crashed into the desolate rocks. The contrast between the surf and the wooded slopes took your breath away. Does that help at all? A stunning, yet unforgiving looking area.
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| we looked hard, but did not see any penguins |
We stopped at the Pancake Rocks, which has layers of rock that have been exposed by the pounding waves. The spray was quite impressive too. Andrew loved it here. We drove through Greymouth, which is where the mining tragedy was, and stopped in Westport.
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| You can kind of see the layers here |
After Westport, we headed to Picton for our last night in the South. Our hostel wowed us by serving chocolate pudding and ice cream, a sweet treat. We had been talking about it for days, as in their ads it was one of the main selling points of the place. It was good! They also had a hot tub, so it was a pretty good place. Also free wi-fi, best hostel ever! Except for lack of keys, annoying check in, and an extra person sleeping on the floor of our room. Oh well, can’t have it all.
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| eating mussels |
The next day saw us back on the ferry heading north, our time in the South over. We were all looking forward to having regular internet, and clean clothes! So much laundry. However, Andrew and I made one more stop in Taupo.
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