“Go speed Racer, go speed Racer!” This often came from my mouth to our trusty driver Erik, but especially on this day. Making our way through the twisty, curvy and steep roads of Abel Tasman National Park, both of our hearts were stuck in our throats as we drove. Our destination—Harwood’s Hole—up an 11km unpaved/unsealed or as the locals say “metal” road. Up the one lane road, with a major drop off, not meant for campervans, we went. Did I mention our gas warning light went off not even half way there? About to turn around, we finally made the trail we were looking for and we were glad we did. The Hole, 176 meters down, was quite impressive. We had to climb over boulders just to make it to the mouth and there weren’t any barriers to protect you from falling. We also saw what we thought was a hobbit’s house, but neither one of us could be sure.
Cool view when beginning our hike through the park
The two of us standing precariously close to the edge...someone's mom would not be happy
As close as I could get to the hole without putting myself in danger
Shelley squeezing through the narrow walls of rock
A little better picture since our flash died
One of the best parts of our experience in NZ has been the driving. Right outside our door we pass vineyards filled with apples, pears, olives and grape vines and of course plenty of livestock including cows, deer and sheep.
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