After waking, showering etc, we headed down to the beach where we were and took some photos. It was a lovely bay and we saw some people heading off in Kayaks on an all day tour.
We've realised that it's important not to do everything. It sounds wierd, but taking 'days off' makes the trip a lot more special. By regularly having 'days off', you get to take stock of everything going on around you. If you pack too much in, you start to take everything for granted! It's so important to try and slow down and really appreciate what you're doing. This was a day that we wanted to slow down. We talked a lot about what we wanted to achieve in Aus and went through our plan of action to get work in a country that will be chock full of people just like us, looking for work. We also talked about our priorities in Australia. We thought about our CVs, references, what work we were going to get. Also about if we were going to work part-time or full time. We also talked about where we were going to go and how we were going to do it. A picture is starting to form now in our minds, but it's still a long way off. We came up with a lot of new ideas and we have lots to research. Should be fun though! Don't forget Australia kicks in from 19th November. Not long folks!
Abel Tasman is beautiful, but it didn't have enough to keep us occupied for another night, so we jumped back on the bus, heading south.
Our first stop was the Buller Gorge and the Buller Pass. Buller is made up of a beautiful valley and river that cut through the south island through to the West Coast. Two hours later our bus emerged from the inland route on the west coast, just south of Westport.
We headed down the coast, stopping often to take in views. One of the stops was at 'Pancake Rocks' (Helen liked the name!). This is an area mad of limestone next to the sea. The limestone developed under the sea millions of years ago and through time and erosion, wierd formations have formed on the cliff face. Check out the photos - we liked it!
We then carried on down the coast to Barrytown - a very small 'wild west' kind of town right on the edge of New Zealand (in more ways than you could imagine). We stayed at the main pub in the village. It was a very strange local yocal kind of place - quiet edgy, with all the locals staring at us. I would have said it was a bit of a bikers pub, with the landlord having a blonde mohican!!!
Although a lot of the 'stray' travellers didn't like it, we saw through the image and found it to be rich in character. The landlord was very understanding, funny and hospitable. It turned out he was a Brit - from London!
The dorm rooms weren't in the pub, they were in outhouses, so we weren't disturbed at all. After tea (Helen and Gareth whipped up a mean curry, with Naan!), we took a wander down the beach, followed by another early night. (Too much walking!!).