After forcing myself out of bed with feeling soo ill in Abel Tasman, I somehow got on the coach for a 9 hour journey.

Today was a bit of a blur and a right off. We were basically staying in a mining and brewing town called Greymouth as a pit stop down the coast (really a rest for the driver). It was a horrible hostel, painted in very bright colours, probably to make it look less grey.

Tonight I missed out on a visit to Monteith's brewery, it sounded like a lot of fun and everyone seemed very tipsy. I was in my bed and was kept awake by the fun downstairs :(