Sunday, Dec. 26
It’s been a rough two days.
Those drinking games definitely came back to haunt us on Christmas morning.
Long story short – we needed something greasy. The only thing open in New Zealand on Christmas day was a tiny Chinese restaurant that served burgers and chicken dishes.
As I waited for our ginger chicken, Matt and Devan cooked some rice behind the van.
We ate it in a parking lot, positioned between a gas station and some railway tracks. While it wasn’t the ideal Christmas, all we could do was laugh.
We drove for eight hours until we found a free campsite. Our Christmas dinner consisted of tomato soup, rice crackers and grilled cheese for the men.
We played Crazy Eights for about an hour – which I kicked butt at – and then hit the hay. It was the worst sleep of our lives.
Because we didn’t have a tent for Devan yet, we all tried to squish into the van.
Having three people sleep horizontally in a vehicle is never a good idea.
This morning we were all cranky, tired and cranky.
We bought a tent, groceries and a hammock before driving through the world’s scariest mountain pass.
This was even sketchier than the drive to Franz Joseph Glacier.
Every two minutes there was a switchback along the cliff edge. As a safety precaution, there were a few wooden posts with chicken wire acting as barriers.
We ended up at a campsite along Pohara Beach in the area of Golden Bay. It’s a beautiful spot and we’re excited to explore for the next few days.
But for now, we are looking forward to sleeping.
For $20 a night, per person, it better be the best sleep of our lives.