We’ve made it; through the detours and potholes of the very south, on the road to milford sound, past queenstown into mt. aspiring national park, up the coast to hokatika, greymouth, and punakaiki, and to nelson and able tasman national park–and we did it all in six days. We’re firmly settled in the Bay of Islands, in the North Island, and happy to be done the volumnous driving in the southlands (though we miss narrowly passing trains on one lane bridges).
We’ve boated through a hole in the rock, meandered down Romantic Russell, and are firmly ready for a night of bread and cheese and ping-pong. Our hotel rocks–and we’ve been spending too much on decent food.
The parents have written a thorough journal while I’ve been watching movies and not been practicing juggling nearly enough. Here ends the crap travelling journal.
I miss Kate very, very much!
and i miss my bass!