Distance travelled 274 Kms. The final leg of the journey, to head home, has come around far too quickly. We had that awful feeling, the one where you dont want the experience to come to an end. But end it must. For if it does not, then the next new adventure cannot begin. The route home was a familiar one to both of us. There was nothing new about it. It was scenic enough. You know the feeling. Knowing we were heading home we just wanted to get home now. Back to a hot bath and our own bed. A decent single malt whiskey, a 14 year old Aberlour was sitting in the cupboard waiting for us. There was one viewpoint I wanted to stop at and show Debbie. It looked back over the Burkes Pass from where we had just come. We got there and saw absolutely nothing. For it was shrouded in mist. Visibility was a few metres. We had to console ourselves with looking at the etched plan view chart that pointed out where had we been able to see anything the stunning vista would be laid out before us. We took a photo of the fog. As you do. We drove home. Final thoughts. Never did we imagine taking a camper van holiday. I have been stuck behind them doing 80Kms/hr, 50 mph and cursed them. I did the same speed in our van although I did pull over frequently to let people get past. Living in a cramped space never became an issue really. By day 3 we had the routines sorted. We left the bed permanently rigged. We never took a shower in the van even though one was fitted. We did not need to. There were plenty of hot showers available wherever we stayed. We did not slum it mind you. We only used the cooker for making tea, to heat the occasional tin of beans (oh come on, it has to be done on holiday) and cook eggs. Other than that we ate cold food or ate in cafes and restaurants. We did not use the toilet for any ahem serious business. We did not need to. New Zealand is blessed with plenty of clean public loos. They are even to be found miles from anywhere out in the boondocks. They even have toilet roll and hand sanitiser. And they have not been stolen. I kid you not. But the main thing that this camper van really achieved was to make us slow down. We took time to stand and stare. My most favourite poem, Leisure, sprang to my mind constantly. We watched the birds, we looked at the mountains, we drew in lung fulls of clean air smelling of damp native forest, of the sea, of seaweed, of wet sand. We really appreciated everything around us. I get the same feelings when riding my motorcycle or travelling by water be it sea or canal. This time I did it with Debbie to share those experiences. With a total mileage of more than 2100 Kms, would we do it again? Nothing will stop us!

Probably the least inspiring photo of the entire holiday. The view was meant to be spectacular. What3words gridded.clinical.befriend

Distance travelled: 302 Kms. From here to home it was main highway driving. That still means stunning roads through beautiful scenery. But these were all roads we had been on before and we did have a sense that the holiday was drawing to a close. First stop was at Cromwell for a bit of a brunch. We had stayed here before and we knew that in the old preserved part of the town was an Italian restaurant that did excellent food. Known as Armando’s Kitchen, it is another hidden gem of a place. Armando, an expat Italian is a real hoot. Having suffered a nasty fire some 4 years ago he has rebuilt the place as it was and the place is just as welcoming. What3words location for his restaurant is location.muster.lightless From there we motored north for a brief stop at Lake Pukaki to see Aoraki Mount Cook before heading on to Lake Tekapo town. We did consider staying in the motor camp but as this was our last night we thought we would find a place out in the wilds to stop for the night. Just north of the town we came across Edwards Stream overnight camp site. It is basically a clearing where you can pull into and stop for the night. It even had a rudimentary and very clean long drop toilet. We were at the start of the Burkes Pass. This is wide open big sky country surrounded by soaring snow capped peaks. There we stayed and at night there was no light whatsoever. The stars were so bright in the pitch black. It was quiet and around us rabbits nibbled at the grass. This was a fitting place for our last night in the van.

Distance travelled: 137 Kms. Todays plan was simply to visit the Catlins Forest Park. This an area of outstanding beauty on the SE tip of the South Island of New Zealand. We had no particular destination in mind. We could camp off grid if needed. The van was fully recharged after last night in the holiday camp. I had read of a petrified ancient forest and wildlife at a place called Curio Bay so we thought we would take the coastal twisty route to get there. We were so glad we visited Bluff yesterday as today it was chilly and threatened to rain. The road from Invercargill took us initially on a main highway before we turned off at a place called Fortrose. Then suddenly we were in the outback. The place was littered with estuarial rivers all feeding south to the sea. Whitebait nets were strung out everywhere. Whitebait is considered a delicacy here in New Zealand and fetches high prices hence the number of nets set. I can’t say it is my cup of tea tasting rather metallic. But each to their own. The road to Curio Bay again follows the coast undulating as it goes, never far from the sea. On arriving at Curio Bay a plaque tells you what you need to know and it is quite staggering. I have visited petrified forests elsewhere but nothing on this scale or quite so clearly defined. Logs of stone are clearly visible lying where they fell millions of years ago, on the cliff face you can see where tree trunks fell and even count the rings in the trunks. Stumps are clearly visible rising from the volcanic ash bedrock. What is more is that you can walk among them. The whole place is open for you to stroll among so long as you dont damage anything. Elsewhere in the world this would all be fenced off and out of bounds. Not here. From here we decided to motor slowly through the Catlins park and take in the views. The weather started to close in and around 4PM we decided to find a place to camp for the night. We came across a soggy camp ground at a place called Papatowai where there were already a collection of vans and caravans and thought well if it is good enough for them it will do us. Once we set up we noticed there was a food truck which seemed to have attracted a few people. We paid a visit and invested in two servings of fish and chips. A fantastic little find once again. The beach here is another little gem. White sand beaches with trees reminiscent of mangrove swamps line the bay. Shallow water to less than knee height is perfect and safe for kids to play in. If the weather was better. Just as we got back to the van it rained. And rained. And rained all night long. Wise move to stop when we did. Here are todays photos.

Distance travelled 169 Kms. I don’t think either of us was too sure what today would bring. Information was scarce. The weather was chilly and overcast with a few showers. We were not inspired. Today would be a day of finding roads less travelled and see what came. We knew we wanted to go to Bluff for Debbie has not been. I have been a few times on motorcycle trips and also into the harbour on ships way back in the 80’s to load meat from the freezer works for Black Sea Russia. I wanted to go and see Burt Munros speed record bike. It is on display in a hardware store in Invercargill. Yes, a hardware store. Our route took us through the town of Tuatapere reputed to be the home of the New Zealand Sausage. Sausages were particularly scarce here it would seem. The road picks its way along the coast, undulating through farmlands but rather non descript. Until we came to a brown sign pointing down to Gemstone Beach near a small settlement called Orepuki. Well what a little gem of a find this was. The beach was littered with highly polished stones of all shapes and sizes and colours. Debbie simply had to start combing the beach for little stones, some not so little to take home. The road meanders east through the town of Riverton which seemed deserted as we passed through. This is a place of some repute for its history for the indigenous Maori is one of some importance. The time was passing so we decided to motor to Bluff to view the famous landmark sign, get the obligatory photo and head to Invercargill to find the hardware store of E.Hayes, home of some rare motorcycling history. As last nights camp was out in the boondocks we decided to find a holiday camp for the night to get a shower, empty our rubbish and plug the van in to the power socket to recharge the batteries. Today had some rather good surprises. For me the motorcycling memorabilia in the hardware store was simply magic. For there was not just Bert Munro’s famous land speed motorcycle made famous in the movie with Anthony Hopkins. There are other machines of note. Just sat in a hardware store. You need to visit it. Here are todays photos.

Distance travelled: 206 Kms. I think we both felt that after Milford Sound was it worth continuing? Was there anything that could compare to the sheer majesty of those mountains, wildlife and scenery. We set off from the lodge with no clear plan as to where the day would end. We would head down the South Scenic route and see what we could find. On the way from Milford Sound to Te Anau we stopped and picked up a hitch hiker whose car had broken down in the middle of nowhere. As soon as we got a phone signal we pulled over and let him phone the AA and dropped him back at his car. Proceeding on we stopped in Te Anau to empty the vans waste tanks, top up with potable water and refuel. That was so that wherever we did end up we were prepared. The road from Te Anau to Manapouri and south following the Waiau river is pretty. The landscape undulates through sheep and dairy farms and through a number of escarpments. Small villages that all look the same go by. We stopped at various sign posted view points and by around 4pm we decided that we would find somewhere to stop. We came across a signpost for the Clifden suspension bridge campsite. Clifden, not to be confused with Clifton in the UK. That sounded like a viewing was required. It was a gravel lay by in the middle of nowhere but oh my! The bridge was a real find. Beside the river was a grassy campsite for a few tents. The river gurgled just about 40 feet away from us. The lay by had clean and new toilets too. There were already two other camper vans there. This was our spot for the night. It was a quiet little gem of a place. The bridge was a historic masterpiece of engineering. This place was a real find indeed. The what3words location was drilling.stately.deputies Here are todays photos.