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Through the Mountains, Towards Nelson – Day 41
Saturday 7th May 2005
The difference in scenery is quite staggering as I found out in more detail today. I was headed for Nelson – as I had already booked a hostel here for the following night – and the roads that led me there were quite out of this world.
I left the picturesque Picton behind me, then set off up into the mountains across long and winding roads. The constant left and right turning as I climbed ever upwards took its toll on my arms, and I’m sure the car. As I arrived at the highest point in the mountains, the air was much cooler, and the clouds had closed in all around me. Rain fell, but only lightly – almost like a mist, but it was enough to cover the car in water.
I had already noticed before now that the rear lights on the car are not exactly fitted very well to the car. In fact, you can push the entire light casing out of the car bodywork, and into the boot of the car. The seal around the light casing had all but vanished, and because of this, there was an entry point for the water vapour that had engulfed the car. As I arrived in nelson, the boot of the car was very wet and smelly, and so the first thing for me to do was too dry it all out.
I emptied the boot of my belongings – which thankfully were not affected by the damp – and ripped the material out to set it down against a wall to dry off in the sunshine. This being done, I went in to socialise with a couple of guests already in the hostel.
One girl I was speaking to was form Canada. She was a lovely girl, so friendly, but after every sentence I said, she said “hmm, yeah, uhuh”, then laughed in a very exaggerated manner. I couldn’t help but smile, she was a character. In the hostel I had been given a twin room for myself which was very nice indeed. I offloaded my things then set out to have a walk around the busy town.
It appeared to be a nice enough place, although not a lot in the way of amazing sights. I took a walk to the nearby beach for a while, then trudged back towards the hostel, passing a Kiwi Tours bus through the residential streets of Nelson. I was quite happy not to be on the bus, as I could so easily have been. My leaking boot was not enough to put me off having my own set of wheels. Incidentally, I wonder how dry the boot is now.
Most of the material had dried nicely in the sun, and it all went back into the boot as the evening was closing in and the temperature dropping. Nelson is very busy it seems; not really my cup of tea. I had my dinner and retired to my sizeable room for the night, hoping nobody would occupy the other bed throughout the remainder of the evening.
Written by Daniel Stevens,
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