And so we were let loose to drive around this gorgeous country in a hideous bus dubbed the Bowie Bus after the colouful Grafitti all over it. Each bus from Wicked.com is a unique work of art!! We were lucky really our just said "There's a party in my pants, would you like to come?" Some had "Buck Fush"and Woodstock shouting "W**ker"at Snoopy!! But for 50 quid a week it is four wheel heaven for us travellers!! First night we pulled into a campsite (we forgot to bring a torch) so we built a fire and all was well. We were the only people there so we had the entire place to ourselves. We heard strange noises coming from the river but we were safe round our fire with a trillion sheeps eyes staring at us (eerie). In the morning we awoke with the larks to a gorgeous day and found we had camped near the mouth of a fabulous river inhabited by beautiful birds and wild deer!! Pete even got to play Tarzan on the rope swing near by!! All was going so well and we were commending ourselves for being fabulous campists when we "racked"up at Hanmer Springs or the Twilight Zone as we now call it. The petrol guage was on empty and the ATM was out of service and we had no money so we had to sleep on the side of the road (that is the one road because Hamner is in the middle of bloody nowhere with one road in and one road out - picturesque but very isolated and we had places to go and stuff to see - time is precious to us!!). When we got up the ATM was still broken but luckily (after much swearing and searching through bags and the bus) Caroline found $10 in her coat pocket so we put in a drop of fuel and risked the ride out of town!! The nail biting ride took us back to the nearest ATM (1 1/2 hrs away) and then onwards up the east coast where we found another glorious campsite with the pacific ocean in front of us and mountains behind us (see piccies). We regained our chi and now we are in Blenheim - onward and upwards...