OK I’m not just throwing old fashioned British names at you. But really I could be. No but these are two remote settlements on the south eastern part of New Zealand, both places which I thoroughly investigated all there was to see of (in my humble opinion) during another of those inspiring buses in New Zealand.
There is one thing I can tell you about buses in New Zealand. They are never boring. You could plump me on a bus anytime travelling through New Zealand and I’ll just whack on my iPod and stare out at the countryside. Some bus journeys in life have been painful and boring. New Zealand ahem (and actually Uruguay as well) are not.
Onwards after morning coffee down yet more winding roads past immense scenery and I got chatting to Haney on the bus. A very friendly, chatty South Korean lady. Her friend was visiting from South Korea and had gone to sleep. Haney talked away to me though for this part of the journey.
We arrived in the town of Lawrence. Very old and behind the times seemingly, but hardly a bad thing. Very reminiscent of Queenstown in Tasmania actually.
And a French fleg, reminders of the French colonisation of the south island. The Dutch, the French and the Brits all tried to take over New Zealand.
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