There is no such thing as free. The price of the DoC campground was zero, but we slept between a highway and railroad tracks. Nothing is free. But we're alive and well regardless.
We began activities with a hike, well, really just a walk, up a nearby hillside trail system to be back in time for Sarah's haircut around noon. We putzed around like we were getting paid to do so, the enbarked on the peninsula hike about 2pm.
The 4.5 hour circuit led us past the beautiful beach, atop coastal bluffs and through highland cattle pastures and back into town.
Koura is the Maori term for Crayfish, hence he name of the coastal town, Kaikoura. In my quest to enjoy crayfish freshly caught and cooked at a roadside caravan, Sarah was horrified at a single crayfish costing $60. I was aware that a crayfish is a lobster minus pinchers, whereas Sarah thought I was seeking expensive crawdads. An affordably price crayfish fritter, cooked and served off the oceanside road, subdued the hankering.
But it wasn't enough. David and Sarah went grocery shopping while I went to a greasy fried fish shop. The price was high, but I had fresh mussels, clam strips, cod, scallops, fries and a salad out of a container the size of a shoebox.
I ate alone before joining a pretty American girl who shared good advice for camping destinations as well as activities along our current NZ path and out future Hawaiin destination.
Us ice people had an itinerary pow wow, adjusted thanks to my new friend from Maine, and we headed back to the DoC for some well deserved sleep... intermittent sleep between passing trains.
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