It was time for another early Bus. We made our way like Zombies to the Bus stop just in time for our bus. The Bus trips may not be up there with South America for comfort but they are better in terms of scenery. Each bus driver is a tour guide and provides some interesting facts on the places we drive through. Some of the highlights of this trip included a rock shaped like a koala, 13 kilometre sand spit and New Zealand’s longest swing bridge. These sites quicken up the trip and provide some good photos.
We arrived in Westport. No guys we aren’t coming back to you via Westport Ireland this is Westport New Zealand. The region is called after Ireland’s namesake however. Many Irish came to this region in the 1800’s. It was a large mining region which provided the Irish with good work opportunities. It was a good chance to see a town that the Irish played an important role in. We didn’t have too much time to think about history, we needed to locate accommodation. It proved a bit harder than we imagined due to a bike race going through town. Eventually we found a Hotel that would put us up. It was very backwards and it reminded us of Fawlty Towers.
A visit to coal town was the highlight of Westport. It was an interesting museum concentrating on the Buller coalfield. The museum was filled with several interesting exhibits about earthquakes, brewing and the town’s maritime history. It also contained a replica mine tunnel complete with sounds and musty smells. It was simply fascinating to imagine what life was like under ground. A video detailed the workings of the mines.
We took the scenic route back to town. This route brought us through a river with a fantastic view of the nearby snow peaked mountains. We decided to go to Denniston Dog for Westport’s finest cuisine. It reminded us of a scene out of Ground Hog Day as everyone we had met that day was in the restaurant and knew us all.Like Westport back home it provided a fantastic meal. It felt like we were back home in Ireland for a few minutes.
An early night was had by all to catch up with all the sleep lost from all these early mornings. Before we could hit the hay Mike came into the room pale. What was wrong we all wondered? He then told us how he heard the Owner of the Hotel in the shower with who we taught was her son, a 23 year old lad. She was washing him. This town was very backward and we were ready to leave bright and early the next morning.
Stay Posted,
Conor
We arrived in Westport. No guys we aren’t coming back to you via Westport Ireland this is Westport New Zealand. The region is called after Ireland’s namesake however. Many Irish came to this region in the 1800’s. It was a large mining region which provided the Irish with good work opportunities. It was a good chance to see a town that the Irish played an important role in. We didn’t have too much time to think about history, we needed to locate accommodation. It proved a bit harder than we imagined due to a bike race going through town. Eventually we found a Hotel that would put us up. It was very backwards and it reminded us of Fawlty Towers.
A visit to coal town was the highlight of Westport. It was an interesting museum concentrating on the Buller coalfield. The museum was filled with several interesting exhibits about earthquakes, brewing and the town’s maritime history. It also contained a replica mine tunnel complete with sounds and musty smells. It was simply fascinating to imagine what life was like under ground. A video detailed the workings of the mines.
We took the scenic route back to town. This route brought us through a river with a fantastic view of the nearby snow peaked mountains. We decided to go to Denniston Dog for Westport’s finest cuisine. It reminded us of a scene out of Ground Hog Day as everyone we had met that day was in the restaurant and knew us all.Like Westport back home it provided a fantastic meal. It felt like we were back home in Ireland for a few minutes.
An early night was had by all to catch up with all the sleep lost from all these early mornings. Before we could hit the hay Mike came into the room pale. What was wrong we all wondered? He then told us how he heard the Owner of the Hotel in the shower with who we taught was her son, a 23 year old lad. She was washing him. This town was very backward and we were ready to leave bright and early the next morning.
Stay Posted,
Conor
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