On the road to Wanaka

Well, after the dull country park walk (see previous blog) the road to the south redeemed itself in spades. Here we stopped for lunch at Bruce's Bay, a beautiful crescent full of driftwood.

I've never seen such a sight ... Almost like the aftermath of a WW2 Normandy Beach landing but with shattered tree stumps instead of men and machines ... S.

 

and hundreds of white stones which on closer inspection had been inscribed upon by, in the main we assume, passing adolescent travellers: "Kilroy was here", "X loves Y forever", the usual stuff - heartwarming perhaps but in such quantity that the quality of the sentiment seemed much diluted -

but also the following:

 

Those of you who've experienced NZ sandflies will sympathise with the sentiment, even if not with the way in which it is expressed! Another stop at 'Knights Point' revealed this bay

 

and then we were entertained for many miles by a spate of various creeks' names (no you can't get out more when you're in the van) which included Dismal, Dizzy, Dancing, Trickle, Golden Shower, Roaring Swine, Itsallcreektome, Solitude, Chelsea (why?) and my particular favourite, Gout Creek. (The more observant of our readers may have noticed that the Chief Correspondent has fabricated a couple of creeks ... He is currently rummaging around in the campervan wardrobe to find his jacket ...)

The best was yet to come and the following pics as we approached Wanaka need no descriptions:

 




 

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