Leaving Christchurch the next day in our rented car didn't feel as exciting as it should have been. Our hearts were heavy and our minds preoccupied with the news from home. I felt my emotions following the road that day with every up and down, and twist and turn in the road. At times, tears streaming down like the rain on the window. As much as the ride through the mountains from east to west coast was absolutely stunning, I couldn't help but long for home and to be with my family.
As we approached Hokitika, I suddenly felt totally exhausted. Wanting to find a hostel and settle in for the evening was my first priority. Finding a hostel that wasn't booked completely was the next challenge. All I wanted was a private, quite space and the thought of sleeping in a dorm that night with 6 other strangers suddenly didn't appeal to me. (Doesn't appeal to me on a good day usually, but IS the most cost effected in these high price tag countries). I know there is always a reason for things because after trying our luck at one of the last hostels in town (the old mental hospital-as the locals called it) and failing, we ended up a nice, reasonable hotel in town. Our own room at that! We settled in, dropped into the local fish&chip shop for dinner, and enjoyed our meal and warm beer while watching the Olympics. Oh, turns out it was Valentines Day too! See, there's always a reason things turn out the way they do;)
Devils punchbowl-top bridge photo
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