By the numbers
7.41 kms
9,980 steps
The morning started with me sleeping in and then going to a
local cafe to find some food and a coffee. Anything was better than Maccas if
you know about it. I had seen the cafe that was near to where I was sleeping
and I wanted to go there as there was plenty of room. I should point out the
place I stayed in on top of the put was very quiet and never heard a thing at
night, which was pretty good. I had found my light jumper had broken a zipper
and I didn’t want to wear my heavy duty one unless it became really cold. I
went to the Warehouse and found another similar one that was light and it wasn’t
too much either. I am not in the business of busting the bank on clothes. I
hung around my room until I could checkout at 11am and headed back to the cafe
to have a coffee and a read. That didn’t kill much time and I walked to the
other side of the railway station and found there was another heritage park all
about a bridge. It was the old railway bridge. Greymouth seemed to make a park
out of everything.
I ended up at the info centre and got some stuff before the
crowds came in on the train while waiting to see if the bus would show up. The
train came and went and the bus turned up pretty much on time, although I
thought it would be there much earlier. There was no problems as we left and
the road was really windy in places and that could make your hair stand on end.
Once we made it to our first stop, I ended up taking a quick trip out to
Pancake rocks and the blowhole, but couldn’t stay very long at all as I had to
be back on the bus. There were plenty of people around doing exactly the same
thing. I had just made it for one blow hole spout, but it never happened again
while I was there and I had to take off to the bus again. I didn’t get lunch at
the stop, but I had some bars left over that I probably should resupply on. The
bus trip was a long one, but I sat there ready to take photos of whatever took
my fancy. The bus did not have Wifi and we were dropping in and out of service.
I got a random message asking if I was coming home today and I couldn’t access
that for near an hour as I wondered what the hell was going on and I was
getting pissed at whoever had sent it. Came across as I have to get back to
Australia immediately. I think people freak out too much and it was only in
regards to the self isolation, but the person kinda sounded like NZ had shut
down everything. Things will change by the end of the month and I might not
need to do anything at all by then. It did make me have a look at the news when
I could and nothing that bad was happening. Still all good and I wasn’t prepared
to cancel any of my trip away.
By the time we reached Nelson it was nearly dark and there
was no problem at all finding the hostel. I was able to get checked in and some
food before returning to sort myself out for the next day as I am doing a trip
on the Able Tasman tours. Includes a walk as well, so I might have to pay
attention.
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