Adrenaline pumping after jumping off a bridge, it was hard to get back into the camper van and head back on the road for another long drive. Instead, we stopped for lunch in the tiny historic mining town of Arrowtown. It basically looked like some sort of “Disney does gold rush” kind of town with perfect gold mining era houses and a quaint main street lined with shops that sold things like pies and confections. It reminded me of an Old West town that you’d find in the US, except less run down, more set-like. Don’t get me wrong, it was cute. We ate more pies and lounged at an outside cafe, until we once again took to the road.
