Pushing hard after the Queen Charlotte track, and under the promise of beer, we’d gotten here a day early, so we gave ourselves and extra day off ;) Chilling in the Havelock Garden Motel felt like ultimate luxury. Listening to the cicadas purring in the wind and the trees gently wafting, beer in hand and feet in the sun.
A well earned rest for the belly from those dehydrated foods!
We blogged. We ate. We drank. We reveled in the soft duvet and squishy pillows. If it’s one thing trekking does, it’s give you a reinvigorated appreciation for the essentials in life.
I was a bit disappointed that we didn’t get to eat at Havelock’s restaurant The Mussel Pot, it had huge 1m long mussel characters dancing on the roof and everything! We were saving it for our last evening in town, but got there too late.. I’m still not quite used to how early restaurants close over here :( Anyhow, I did manage to get some local mussels from the pub, but they weren’t really anything special.
Top Tip: There’s no banks in town and the cash machine in the petrol station doesn’t like foreign cards. Make sure you get cash from Picton, we didn’t, again..
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