After we left Dunedin we drove down the Island in our hire Toyota, the roads practically deserted, as we meandered through north Otago. Stopping overnight with friends in Ranfurly we were treated to more southern hospitality – a riotous dinner on Sunday night, complete with freshly caught blue cod, BBQ steak, Pinot Noir, an impromptu bagpipe performance, and some very fine single malt Scotch.
The rolling green plains of the Maniatoto and Ida Valley eventually gave way to Central Otago’s schist slopes and sparse, low-to-the -ground alpine desert foliage, as we followed the mighty Clutha River toward its source. A good old mince pie – the classic Kiwi takeaway food, settled my (slightly) queasy stomach when we stopped for lunch in Cromwell.
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