Today I woke up and began the two day descent to Queenstown. I rode the InterCity bus heading to Franz Glacier. The bus driver was adamant that everyone have an accommodation reservation, so I missed the Pancake Rocks stop to book a hostel for the night. The only hostel I could find was in Fox Glacier. This bus driver was the first person challenging my last-minute to everything approach. I was pissed. I spent most of the 10 hour bus drive sleeping. I have 10 more hours of bus tomorrow. I would have flown had not so many people raved about the drive, relating it to Big Sur, a drive down the coast of California. It was pretty indeed, but had an element of redundancy just a few hours in.
The best part of the trip was stopping in Hokitika where I walked down to the beach and collected beach wood. It was littered across the sandy beach. Locals had build art sculptures with the wood and stones.
Hokitika is a Maori word for ‘place of return’
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Hokitika beach wood
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