With only a few hours sleep I am actually fairly awake (luckily) and by 9am I am on the bus, waving goodbye to Nelson and heading for Picton, my next stop. The bus retraces the route we came, through the windy Ria valley to Blenheim, from there is it then a fairly flat and scenery wise uninteresting drive to Picton, arriving at midday. The hostel I am staying at, is actually the sister of the one in Nelson…yes that’s right, more chocolate pudding. And has the same lovely chilled and very friendly atmosphere, however this hostel is a lot queiter, with just myself, and one other lady arriving in the evening in the 6 bed dorm….result! I have a lovely afternoon, having a quick scoot round Picton, trying to get my head round the contrast of
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