Makarora

Today was another awesome drive as we headed over the Hasst Pass. We did a bunch of day-walks along the way.

(Some kind of sick joke?)

(Crazy waterfall in the Hasst Pass)

When we arrived in Makarora, we quickly realized it wasn’t a town… just a couple of cottages and a bar. I decided to go for a run and ended up going with our bus driver and another traveler (who was a rugby player). We decide to run up a mountain, and as we got going, it turns out that our bus driver is into similar sports as me (endurance mountain biking/running/paddling). After about 5 minutes, the rugby player was dying as he tried to keep up with us. I had a good laugh, as he had been making fun of the fact I brought water on the run.

(The view from the 'town' of Makarora)

That night was Karaoke in the bar. No stories need to be told here.

(Our whole Stray bus singing)