At the top

Having left the west coast to give Nelson area a go, we cruzed into town in our normally late fashion. Around the corner from our hostel we stumbled into a sign. A fortune to find that Bo, an aquaintence we made at the other end of the island (Dunedin), was playing that night. Over a little boogie and some drinks at The Mean Fiddler (cool rustic cowboy whisky bar), we took like a seed to the wind and floated someplace nice. Golden Bay is a wonderful little community much like Santa Cruz. Filled with all sorts of 'alternative minded' people and nurtring family homes. Bo brought us into his loving family and around his playful paradise. Trips to the beach, feasts and drinks at The Mussel Inn, and throwing large rocks down Harwood's hole (a cave shaft 172m. It's about an 8 second freefall before you hear the crash). So far, this must be the place. We've seen a fair amount of the south island now and this nook reminds us most of home. Especially when surrounded by such a loving family.