The hours after my visit to Nugget Point, I have two lucky encounters. The first is when the hostel I have set eyes on from the campsite map turns out to be closed, and instead I end up at a lovely hospital-turned-hostel in Owaka. With hovering rain clouds and an lurking cold approaching, I felt it was a good time to splurge on a night's accommodation other than the backseat of my car. A pretty suitable place to find, eh?
The next morning I have plans to visit the Cathedral Caves, but said rain clouds are now pouring down and the comfort of an actual bed is just a bit too cosy for me to get out for the early morning low tide (which is the only time one can visit the infamous Catlins landmark!), so I decide on a lazy one.
Once in the car, the morning takes an unexpectedly brilliant turn as I stop by the Lost Gypsy Gallery.
This place is a whimsical wonderland. A giant gypsy caravan painted in a vibrant hue of green sits on side of the road. I stop for coffee and a wee browse but end up staying the best part of an hour. Why? There is just so much to look at!
The owner has spent five years to compose the place, full of wonderful "organic mechanics" and plenty of tempting buttons! Visiting the caravan itself is free of charge and gives you a taste of what resides in the actual gallery just behind in the garden. I decide to pay the $5 entry fee and head down the rabbit hole... It is worth every penny! Not only to feel like a five year old with stars in their eyes.
Next I go to Slope Point, excluding Stewart Island it is the southernmost point of New Zealand. It is windy enough for the trees to grow sideways.
After continous hours of driving, through Invercargill up to Te Anau, I meet up with the Pancake Rocks-crew at the Possum Lodge. We have dinner at the beach. Ending the Friday with cold winds, warm feels.