Nov 16
Thu
From Pohara we drive back to Marahau, across the mountains, in the clouds. On the same campsite as last time we slumber and daydream in the van, steady rain since we've arrived. A goldfinch swarm doesn't care, the little crowd bustles about the meadow. In the evening we also overcome our drowsiness. In the rain we go the Nature Walk at the Park Cafe, where we have dinner afterwards. They play live music tonight. Blues. Beautiful atmosphere.
Fr 17
Nov
Odd weather. Warm and wet, rain won't stop. Actually, we intended to spend one more day on the Old Macdonalds Farm campground and walk another section of the Abel Tasman Coast Track, catch a water taxi again, at least go for a walk on this dreamlike starfish beach. I'm also convinced, rain would have stopped today. But Ralph wants to drive towards Christchurch now. That doesn't suit me at all. To me that means also driving towards the end of the holiday – but I give in. We pass Nelson and after a long drive, grey and drab and rain, rain, rain – I guess we've followed it – on a campground ugly as sin* at a boring beach* shortly behind Kaikoura, the fucking weather's still lasting, I'm annoyed that I agreed.
* Probably the campground wasn't that bad. And supposably the beach was quite nice, too – but this was my mood that evening. I had the travel blues and realized we had to leave New Zealand soon. I wasn't ready yet.