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Leaving Collingwood, Arriving at Westport – Day 45
Wednesday 11th May 2005
Today I left Collingwood, yes I did, but it was a strange farewell, and one I hadn’t expected. My next stop was Westport, on the west – surprisingly – but first I had to say my goodbyes here.
It came to my attention that I was not the only person leaving today. In fact, a few of the guests were leaving, some who had been here for a long time. Everybody knew each other, and had all gathered outside to wave us all off. I felt very awkward having only been there 2 nights and struggled to remember anybody’s names, but I was there in the middle of it all.
The tears flowed from a few of the girls staying in the hostel, and I didn’t really know what to do with myself, as I’m sure nobody was bothered by my departure. I hastily moved to my car with the intention of getting in, but as I had agreed to drop the annoying guy off down the road, I had to wait for him to be ready, so I stood and watched like a prize lemon.
Once all was said, we got in the car and drove off, others departing in different directions. I dropped this guy off down the road as intended – his leaving Collingwood visibly upsetting him – then I set about finding my way to Westport. I had liked Collingwood, and could have grown to be comfortable there for a while, but I had other things on my mind, like seeing the rest of this incredible country.
Typically, the heavens opened along the way, and the rain lashed down, soaking my car boot yet again, and didn’t let up the whole way there. I got to Robyn’s Nest Hostel somewhat relieved the drive was over, and set about making myself feel at home. I was the only person there, and the building was a large house down a road that resembled something from a typical American street. The roads were criss-crossed in a perfectly square pattern, and the homes were wooden – some a little worse for wear – and perfectly spaced apart from one another. It felt different, yet pleasing at the same time.
I got a slightly spooky feeling from being in the house alone, as it gave the impression of being a little haunted, or maybe it’s just my overactive imagination. Either way I set out not long after to get some supplies from the nearby town.
There is nothing of any interest here by the looks of things, but I should have to read up about this place to find out about it’s true value. There must be a reason why so many people would live here. After making my way back to the hostel, I made a cup of tea and decided on my plan of action for the coming days.
I had decided on a route that would take me to Hokitika, then onto the Glaciers – something I was itching to see. I made a few notes, then went to make dinner whilst watching the television. Ironically, the girl who was working there was from America, and we chatted for a while throughout the evening. This was her eighth month in New Zealand, and I wondered why she had settled here for so long, but she seemed to like the town, so I didn’t disagree. Once she had gone to bed I decided on watching a film – ‘The Others’ – then went to bed myself, a little spooked by the film, and the old house I was in.
Written by Daniel Stevens,
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