Around The World In 80 Waves

I can’t go surfing so decide to treat myself to a fry up as small compensation. I had scored all the supplies the previous evening and was looking forward to a royal feast.

I’m not getting many breaks at the moment though and the gas bottle in my campervan runs out of gas before the sausages have even got the slightest bit brown. Heartbreaking.

This then leaves me running around the campsite with a frying pan full of hot (but quickly cooling) oil and assorted fry up loveliness.

It costs me a rasher of bacon but one of the other vans is willing to let me finish my breakfast on their stove.

Once more all is well with the world.

I’m on the road again soon after my hearty feast and heading south in search of the road towards Arthur’s Pass.

Almost straight away I have to take my huge van through this bridge, which reminds me of something out of a Kubrick film. It was a snug fit and I’m not sure photography was in the best interest of my van whilst crossing, but we made it intact.