Trip Start May 20, 2010
195Trip End Sep 05, 2011
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Day : 192
Temperature : 22 degrees
Weather : Windy but warm
We left Kaikoura in the late afternoon heading north. We had planned on visiting the Marlborough wineries for some wine tasting but we were both absolutely exhausted from our sleepless journey here and a bit of jet lag, and I was still feeling nauseous from the whale watching trip. Since we will be coming back through this area on our way to the North Island we decided to postpone the wine tasting until then. We must be on top form for that day!! Well, at the start of the day anyway!
We arrived a few hours later in Marahau, on the edge of the Abel Tasman National Park. The scenery is lovely. Turquoise seas, backed by golden sandy beaches and rolling hills. We found a spot to camp and were asleep by the early evening. The following morning we slept in until 11am….bliss. I could have slept longer but was woken up by Kevin who had decided I had had enough sleep and we ought to get out and do something. We spent rest of the day (what was left of it) with Harold, by the sea, taking in the views, not doing very much really. Very nice.
The following morning we caught a water taxi to one of the many beaches in the park. This involved climbing aboard a jet boat, which is sitting on top of a trailer, which is attached to a tractor. You are then driven along the road by the tractor whilst sitting in the boat, taken across the beach, and dumped into the sea. After a brief visit to a couple of local sights and stopping to watch a seal sunning itself on some rocks we were then dropped off at Anchorage Bay. It took just over 4 hours to walk back along the park trails, and that was enough. We hadn't done that much walking for months, (sitting on the beach definitely takes less effort!!) and we were both pooped, despite stopping several times to take in the views and visit the occasional beach. Lucky I had managed to persuade Kevin only to do the 10km walk….he wanted to do the 20km walk!!!
We managed to heave ourselves into the campervan, take off our boots and rub our achy feet. It was going to take at least a week for my muscles to recover!