Every good trip should end with a rainy day. If the last day of any trip is crap, it is more likely for you to leave that place at any ease. Still, it is unfortunate if you have to hike back while it is raining.
When we got up this morning, we have already known what will expect us, since the forecast was quite clear about the upcoming rain.
No wonder we were a little bit reluctant to get up and into our wet gear, but it was no help, we had to.
Our three hours trip back to the car park was nothing I’d call a big bucket of joy, but we got there eventually. The hike itself was unspectacular, we knew the route and we hiked quite quickly to reach the car park as soon as possible as we have to face a much bigger problem once we have gotten there. How, for god’s sake are we getting away from that place? If we are really unlucky we had to wait till the evening when the day hikers return from their trips.
But after one hour or so, a car appeared dropping off an older guy and a his young fella on their way to French ridge. His wife was returning to Dunedin and was quite merry to give us a lift into Wanaka as she could tell us many many stories of her Husband who seemed to have hiked all the mountains of New Zealand, including Mount Cook, the highest available. No question, I was quite impressed.
Back in Wanaka, I had a strange experience. When you are out in the back country, you might loose a little bit track of time, as it is becoming quite unimportant. But a lost feeling for time might turn a little bit awkward once you collide with a holiday like good Friday.
I went to the Supermarket to get some groceries without much thinking and the clear belief that today must be Thursday. But then I’ve realized all the closed pubs and the closed alcohol section of the Supermarket as there is no alcohol sales on a public holiday in NZ, which got me confused all over.
Is it really Friday, already? I had to get some certainty and so I asked a girl at the checkout what day it was. She looked at me with her pitiful eyes, telling me that we are celebrating good Friday today. I felt quite awkward about asking such a question. However, I felt relieved afterwards, yet a little bit stupid.
Anyway, being good Friday also means for me that lent is finally over, and that I can finally have all the pleasures of life again. How ironic, that Lent ends on a day where alcohol is not allowed nationwide.
So instead of hanging out at a bar, Lara and I watched a movie at her hostel. To make things worse it was a totally girly one and I have already forgotten the name which is not really a pity I guess.
Well, that was it for today. Nothing else exciting happened.
And yes, I haven’t taken any pictures today.