We arrived at Greymouth this afternoon, via the Tranz Alpine train. As promised, the views were very pretty; if there hadn't been so much low cloud around the mountains, they would've been stunning. I supposed it's a characteristic of mountains, especially those of the snowclad variety. It's a bit like Milford Sound in that way - all the postcard shots were taken on sunny days, but these places get rain about 300 days of the year...
What I wasn't expecting was that it would be fine in Greymouth. This is the West Coast of New Zealand after all, known for it's humoungous precipitation. We're lucky I guess. We went for a bit of a walk, but had to turn back after twenty minutes because the boy had put on his dress boots instead of his hiking boots. Never mind, we both got warm and sweaty and saw some of that lovely temperate rain forest along the way.
It already feels as though our holiday is ending, even though there're about five more days before we head back over the Strait. Maybe because after today, we go back north.
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