Jack's Gasthof
an unexpected paradise
We drive further north on the west coast, stopping every now and then to see the sights.
We do a bit of tramping at the Inland Pack Track, a beautiful walk that would make our friend Dan proud of us :-). Dan told us that you sometimes need to cross a river when you're tramping, and real Kiwis never bother to take their shoes off. So, we did cross some rivers, and we didn't take our shoes off. We feel a bit like real Kiwis now!
At the end of the day we turn off the main road to find a nice camping spot, but there are 'no camping' signs everywhere. Not wanting to feel unwelcome, we end up back on the main road and drive to a campsite that's indicated on our map. Lucky us! We arrive at Jack's Gasthof, near Charleston, at nine thirty. Jack is a friendly german fellow who built a very nice campsite, complete with pizza restaurant. He has no problems at all making us pizza, and we sit at the table with Natasha and Dave, two english travellers. Now we find out why our German host is so relaxed: the sweet smell of marijuhana flows from the kitchen through the restaurant. Well, the pizzas were very nice. Thanks Jack!
