Travel is addictive. Boredom is never a companion on the road. Every day starts a new adventure or challenge. Meeting new friends. Implanting scenes and experiences into the memory bank to relive at a later date, and, of course, endless photo opportunities.
Yesterday was all about blue skies, calm seas,the road curving between ocean and mountains with breathtaking views. A road trip to savour.
Last night we spent the night in this beautiful heritage building. Built in 1867 for a local business man it went through many stages of changed hands and was slowly decaying when finally rescued and recreated as a back packer hostel. The entrance and reception area was all polished wood, grand father clock and sweeping staircase. The rest of the hostel area was functional with tall ceilings and adequate facilities. Unfortunately a bus load of boisterous dutch back packers partied till 1am…. We woke to a rainy day… We had decided to return to Greymouth via the Buller Pass. Making it a round trip. The road followed the Buller River as it wound through the Paparoa Range and Victoria Forest Park. The rain stopped but created a mystical, shrouded vista in soft shades of grey turning the scenery into an atmospheric black and white Ansel Adams photo as the mountain peaks merged and disappeared into the low wispy clouds. A complete contrast to yesterday but totally spellbinding.