Ah the freedom of roadtrips.

Well, the roadtrip is over but a new New Years Resolution has been added to the list: More Roadtrips!!! I went to a cute little spot called Kokiri on the West Coast between Moana and Stillwater. The original school was hired by friends who invited friends and extended family to come and go as they pleased over the week. I had so much fun and clicked so well with the people I met there that I stayed a couple of days longer than planned. I local area was investigated, bonfires were had, much alcohol consumed with much laughter, and the inevitable board games dragged out on the rainy days. I even had a wee holiday romance!

But I had made plans to move on to Westport where another friend was camping so off I drove with my wee fluffy dog in tow. I must say he had a ball and was very well behaved. He'll now sleep anywhere his bed is put. Much to my son's delight (he puts it in his room).

Westport I'm sorry to say wasn't that exciting but I realise I was just missing the company I had enjoyed at Kokiri. The beaches are amazing. So wild. Denniston was slightly spooky in the clouds. My friend who was also camping in the Westport region, was so spooked so turned around and drove back down without getting out of her car!

So many wee towns were visited. My fav's being Blackball and Reefton. The chilly bin (esky) was filled with West Coast Draught which I cannot sing enough praises about, and off home I drove.

That's it. More roadtrips must be had for my own sanity. I can truely say I found myself on the West Coast.

Roadtrip!!!!!!

Yay, last day of work. I'll get the xmas family obligations out of the way then hit the road. Yes, this year I'm off on a road trip. The first real road trip in at least 14 years. When I say real road trip I mean the no plan, no accommodation bookings style trip. Just me, the dog, the tent and a few beers and my trusty Japanese car. Not like the old days of rust-bucket Holdens overheating through deserted roads. No! Piece-of-cake wee Japanese cars that actually get from A to B.

I'm so excited. The dog doesn't look so keen. It's a 'poofy' (named by every West Coaster I met last weekend break I had) small fluffy number that can't be fed before trips in the car because he'll bring up his lunch on my upholstery.

A friend has booked a wee school in the depths of the West Coast hills for a New Years gathering so I'll start there, spending a couple of days, but after that it's no plans.

Bliss.