lebt noch, schreibt aber grad nicht

The Old Church

Day 30 & 31: Okarito to Ferguson

The rain that started the previous night did not stop until early afternoon, but I still decided to cycle on. I stayed almost dry, except for one good shower, and the ride was quite easy, except for one good climb up Mt. Hercules. I had already planned to follow Kathrin’s recommendation and stay a night at the Old Church. This actually is the old church of Ross, which was put on a truck and driven out into the middle of nowhere, to be transformed into a hostel. The place is actually so nice that I hoped it would rain the following day, and I’d have to stay another night. This indeed happended, and I spent a day reading by the fire.

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