Karamea, Mine

We take a last look back

and start the final downhill leg

Soon, we catch our first glimpse of Kohaihai Shelter

The track changes yet again,

and we reach our last suspension bridge, a wooden one thank heaven. I stop in the middle for a good look around.

I've come a long way.

A last look back, and on to the Shelter

Bit of an anticlimax really.

Let's just dot the i's and cross the t's and get the signage right. We have nailed it.

We organise a taxi, which we share with the four Swiss I was moaning about last night. They've quietened down a lot since then.

Maybe the curse I put on them.....

After six days at walking pace the future is approaching at an alarming speed. I arrange to stop at the Karamea supermarket for some necessary supplies.

It is something of an eye-opener. The fridge is full of beer, cardboard wine and cheap bubbly. The still whites, the chardonnays, rieslings and sauvignon blancs are all at room temperature on the shelves.

Ah, well. That's the first lesson about civilisation. It ain't always as civilised as you'd like.

And our home for the night. Mike is on his way; the campground proprietor is happy to drive us down to the pub for a fish and chips dinner and a drink or two and collect us afterwards.

"Waikato Green, mate? We don't sell mary huana here. Just Monteiths, and a bit of Speights for the latte crowd."

That Monteith's Pils is a nice drop once you learn how to pronounce it.

 

 

 

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