Our trip continued heading north, closer to the end of our amazing adventure, and, as if to tease us, New Zealand decided to bless us with great weather as we retraced our tracks back up the Crown Range Road and towards Lake Wanaka for an overnighter.
The route back up this road was fairly uneventful. No more bras added since last we passed, but we did manage to find a crazy man who was driving a car fairly fast, which in itself is no big thing… but the caravan he was towing seemed to be having the shakes and we expected that at any second the caravan would make a dash for freedom and head for the nearest ditch, taking car and occupants with it. It is very difficult to overtake a swerving caravan and car!. Crazy person driving it. Dangerous as well.
We had hoped, as it was the weekend, that the Craft Fair that Daryl had mentioned, would be active in Wanaka, so we had left fairly early, after a coffee and a goodbye to Yaks and Yetis, to get to Wanaka in time. When we arrived however, there was not a piece of craft to be seen anywhere, so we were disappointed and moped around the village for the rest of the afternoon.
The lake was very choppy as the westerly winds had come in in force and were blowing across the waters as if Moses was asking God to part the seas again. Luckily He didn’t!
One more Top 10 motorhome camp later (we couldn’t find any freedom camping spots here either!) and the evening turned crimson. Hobbits et al for dinner and an early night. Tomorrow was going to be a looooooooooonnnnnnnggggggggg one!