|After some great hiking in Mt. Aspiring, I headed out to the coast through Central Otago. Like everywhere in New Zealand, the landscape was beautiful, but this time it was rolling hills with golden grass. Many of the small towns along the way had grown up around gold stikes back in the late 1800's. Those days are long gone, but what remains are small towns you might see in the American west with a hotel, post office and not much else. Still it was all very quaint and the people great.