Able Tasman

We headed up to Able Tasman, which is a national park on the northern coast. On the way we stopped in Picton, which is known for its wineries. We sampled a bunch of wines to make sure we took in the whole scene.

(Me looking like I actual appreciate it, and know what I'm doing)

We were staying at ‘Old McDonald’s Farm’ which is right on the edge of Able Tasman. They have a peacock running around, along with all kinds of other farm animals.

When we arrived at Old McDonald’s Farm, I randomly met up with Lisa, a friend from Queen’s who was on the floor below me in res. Such a small world!

That night was an open mic at the local café. As our bus driver told us, “this is when all the creatures come in from the mountains”. In other words, all the mountain men and hippies show up, play bongos, guitars, drink beers, etc. Needless to say it was a good night, and we met some pretty interesting locals. This place was cool, but didn’t compare to the Wilno Tavern up in the Ottawa Valley.

(bongos, hippies, dreads, locals and beers... just another night in Able Tasman)

The next day I went out on a huge catamaran to explore Able Tasman Park. It was a relaxing day. Saw some Seals, a penguin and somehow managed to only get a small burn on my leg, despite being in the sun all day.

(The boat)

(Me trying to stand up in split rock. Hope this picture is worth it, cause I cut my foot really bad on oyster rocks and had a hard time walking for 2 days afterwards)

(asking for a burn...so white. oh, and not flexing in this picture)

(beach where we stopped for lunch)

(Coastline)