So the day we had been waiting for finally came, the arrival of our 1966 VW campervan. We were very excited to hit the road and continue our South Island adventure. Bertie (our self-appointed name for the little red van) was a little beauty and got a lot of attention on the roads as we drove him through some of the most beautiful scenery in New Zealand.
We had a few trials and tribulations though, notably breaking down when we ran out of petrol even though Bertie showed that we still had a quarter of a tank. A hitchhike to the nearest petrol station and back averted disaster of spending half-a-day walking to find the nearest petrol station in the middle of nowhere (p.s. I told Mike to fill up the day before but he assured me we were fine - imagine how well that went down!).
Bertie also didn't like mornings so much so we had a job getting him started every day, much to the joy of the of the campsite.
