We skipped off to the West Coast on Friday; our drummer Jeff (Loafer) had hooked up a gig for us at the infamous Barrytown Hall for Saturday night, so G and I decided to make a weekend of it.
It's about 3 hours drive to Greymouth, part of which is through mountains and the stunning Otira Viaduct, where we stayed on Friday night.
Grey by name, pretty much grey by nature, there's not a lot happening in Greymouth!
It has a rich mining history, and there's a lot of logging in the area, but there doesn't appear to be much to keep people there. It seemed mostly populated by tourists.
We stayed at the charming Noah's Ark Backpackers, which was once a monastery!
I was rather excited at the potential of this Sallies, but was sorely disppointed.
Oddly, it was over run by a busload of backpackers, which freaked me out a bit!
Either they scored the good stuff, or there was simply nothing to be had!
Never mind, I was wearing my fabularse "new" paisley pussybow blouse from a wonderful reader, Brenda, and carrying my divoon "new" red Rex handbag!!!
It's the simple things that count.
Noah's Ark Backpackers, has, predictable, animal themed rooms.......here's our zebra themed room.............snigger!
It was comfy enough, though, and there was a gorgeous resident golden retriever dog to add to the ambiance.
The Queen herself (get well, darling!) once stayed here, whilst on a Royal Tour in the 50's.
We attempted to have ourselves a pub lunch here, but all kitchens about town close at 2pm.........we were a little late. We had been foiled by Jackson's Tavern being closed for refurbishment on our way over.
I was most disgruntled.
I should mention that the West Coast is a world of it's own.
A friends father painted this mural.
We spent the afternoon relaxing with a bottle of wine and reading.
With a small scenery change in search of sunshine....
We figured we'd be luckier for dinner, and trotted down to the Speight's Ale House for dinner and to watch some rugby, which proved to be tedious.
Dinner was perfectly pleasant, however, despite a waitress who knew shite about the wine list.
My coat is also from the lovely Brenda!
The next morning saw us having coffee on the verandah before we set off up to Punakaiki for a nosey and then back down to Barrytown......
But more about that next post!