We woke up this morning to spitting rain, which as we had our breakfast, gradually got worse. The plan had been to drive up to Mount Arthur and do a three-hour hike but we soon cancelled that as the weather was too bad, and just getting up there in the campervan would have been impossible. Instead we decided to drive to Nelson, one of the larger towns in the north of the South Island, to have a look around the shops. They were all fairly uninspiring – cities in NZ seem comparable to small towns in the UK so, as you can imagine, it’s not really the country for a good old shopping spree.
An afternoon in a cafe it was; we found a lovely little place called Zatori, which was beautifully decorated and sold the most divine cakes. We settled down with the moistest and most delicious carrot cake I’ve ever eaten, chai lattes each and a book, and enjoyed the warmth for a couple of hours.
Next it was on to Marahau, the gateway to the Abel Tasman, as we wanted to do some more tramping. Turns out Marahau is yet another dead NZ town in the winter, so it was another night in our tin can with a lovely dinner of pasta, a book and a few films. Quite cosy really!
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