Wild camping is a big thing in New Zealand. Essentially, the law states that you can camp pretty much anywhere on public land, unless there is a sign that says you can’t, and provided that you have a self contained unit that meets certain criteria.
On our trip we had just such a thing in the form of Bruce our motorhome, so we opted to have a night getting away from it all, camping on the banks of Lake Rerewhakaaitu (try saying that after a couple of New Zealand IPAs).
Whist we have been to some fantastic camp sites on this little tour, it was great to try out something a bit different. After a bit of to-ing and fro-ing (it’s hard work getting level if someone hasn’t been round flattening your pitch in advance) we were set up and ready to enjoy some tea and cake. But first, we had a wild visitor:-
The cheeky little thing just hopped around and sat with us for a bit. But it was soon time for tea and cake and a lovely view.
Before a night of sitting out looking up at the staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrsssss (copyright Brian Cox), it was time for a bit of dinner, the campervan staple of pasta and bolognese. It was easy as (as they say around these parts), as I’d made the bolognese last week and it has been in our freezer travelling around with us ever since. There was time for a few more local brews too, like this Garagista IPA, which had good bitterness, but was lacking in a certain hop character.
You always hope that you have saved the best for last, but that’s not the case when your last is Monteith’s. A fake craft ale, that was in no way double hopped. An interesting malt character, but no hop character really. Nothing like a double hopped IPA.