I was woken by bright rays of sunshine beaming through from behind the Campervan curtains. It had stopped raining at last! We made ourselves peanut butter and jam sandwiches... not a healthy or substantial breakfast at all, then packed up and headed on our way. We were making a quick 30 minute journey to the town of Oamaru.

Oamaru architecture and scenery was very different to any town we had visited so far in New Zealand. It is pretty much known for its vintage townscape and Victorian harbour. We drove through the centre of town, which was completely dead, and parked up by the harbour. We explored the little farmers market which was in full swing with a band playing too. After, we wondered around the harbour, taking in the sights.

I'd read about a little Dutch bakery on Harbour street so we went in search for that. Harbour street was full of boutiques and vintage souvenir shops. In one shop, there was a pirates dress up station. Matt and I wanted to get involved and as I went to point my gun at him, I managed to knock it hard on my front teeth, I think I chipped one of my front ones slightly but you can hardly see it. A tad annoying after I've just forked out an arm and a leg to have them sorted. Across the road, we saw the bakery. I bought the 2nd best mince pie I've ever had in my life (first being my Nan's mince slices) and scoffed the lot, well I allowed Matt a bite too.

After a wonder around the town, we decided to move onwards to our next stop, Timaru. An hour later, we arrived. We decided to stay at a campsite called Glenmark for 48 dollars including wifi so we could power up the camper and do some much needed washing again. As it was quite cold, we were wearing the same stuff most days as we only brought limited warm clothes, and when you live in these clothes, regular washing is paramount!

The owner of the campsite was from Yorkshire back home but had moved to New Zealand 25 years ago. He loved the lifestyle out here and proceeded to tell us all the things he had done, which sounded amazing to be fair. He was a lovely guy! We parked the camper and I put the wash on. We spent the next few hours sorting ourselves out a little and researching things to do. We booked a white water raft for the 21st December during our stay in the North island. It's the highest rafted waterfall in the world so we were excited for that.

That night, we drove 10 minutes to Caroline Bay out to the harbour wall as we had been told Little Blue Penguins were nesting there. We made it down there for sunset and just waited. A few people had obviously got wind of this as quite a group started to form. Eventually, after 40 minutes or so, we saw the first tiny little blue penguin swim up to shore. The waves were crashing down on him, with the tides pushing him out and pulling him straight back again. After floundering around for quite some time, he made a quick dash for the rocks, and with a little jump up he was safe. We were told they usually come to shore in pairs so I'm not sure where this little ones other half was but he carried on with his business regardless. About 20 minutes later, two more emerged. It was adorable to watch as they stuck together no matter what. If they made it onto a rock but one slipped and fell back into the waves, the other would jump back in so they would stay together. It was pitch black by this point so we decided to call it a night, but it was so worth the visit! I was content!