Nothing much happened today, friends. I got up, hitched a ride from Frankton to somewhere around Cromwell, and then another one from around Cromwell to Wanaka.
My first ride was in a bus, would you believe it? It was being driven by a fantastic old guy, who was driving three girls from the Kiwi Experience bus somewhere. He just let me jump aboard and spent most the ride telling me all the best things to do in the area. Amazing.
My second ride was with a lady who overheard my conversation about hitch hiking when I was buying coffee. When she saw me 30 minutes later by the side of the road, she just pulled on over, took me to the town and even drove me around to help me find a hostel.
Wanaka is truly beautiful, even by the standards New Zealand has thus far been setting.
There, I scaled Mount Iron and performed minor gymnastic feats, before running back to town.
I spent the evening walking around Wanaka, looking for something – anything – to do. I even walked out of town to the local gym, where the price of $20 per session made me feel a bit sick.
Then I returned to town and searched every shop for a sandwich-ice-cream. Eventually, I located one in a petrol station.
Then I went to my freezing cold bed in the YHA hostel.
That was about it!