Our last morning watching the boats going out and enjoying the village feel. I’m going to miss this place (although not the showers! Seriously, was there even any water coming out of the shower head? More than would fill a glass, I mean?).
It was a day of travelling: Moeraki to Dunedin (is this city always in cloud and overrun by students?) to Balclutha (surprising how so many New Zealand provincial towns all look and feel the same) to Gore (we never visited when DH’s sister and husband lived here but have made it now and it claims to be the world capital of Brown River Trout and New Zealand’s capital of country music: I wonder how many people have even heard of it? ) to Lumsden to Mossburn (towns that simply broke up the stretch of straight road) to Te Anau.
After exploring the scenery, we finished the evening by enjoying a wonderful Italian meal cooked by an Italian chef and served by an Italian waiter with a delightful accent, all while sitting outside and watching the stars come out (alas, no Southern Lights). It was great to eat ‘real food’ again. Not that our reconstituted meals have been all that bad but it was certainly a treat to have a change.