Barrytown

We left Abel Tasman and spent a day driving down the West coast along the ocean taking in the beautiful sites on our way to Barrytown, which is a tiny tiny "town" (if you can call it that) that is a coal miners town with about 50 people living there. It was a beautiful follow up to the natural beauty of Abel Tasman. We drove past rivers that are normally clear but were the colour of coca-cola because the leaves on the trees had fallen in and dyed the colour of the water.
We also walked a place called Truman's Path where the rip of the waves was the strongest I have ever seen. And the beach was all black stone, a nice exfoiliator for the feet! 

We also went to a place to check out something called "the pancake rocks." I guess over time, the ocean shaped these huge rocks into what looks like stacks and stacks of pancakes. 

Then we arrived in Barrytown, which is a dive. The locals are really nice though. And, they had a cat. Her name was Barry (obv). She liked basking in the sun, just like Spike, and my seal friends.

Barrytown is right on the coast, so me and a few pals walked down to the water to, watch the sunset.

Unfortunately, it was a cloudy night, but the beach and the sky was still incredible. As we walked down, many cows greeted us.

 The beach itself had some of the softest sand I ever felt, really hard packed and with amazing patterns all over it.

You couldn't see the end of the beach because of all the fog settling in over the mountains and it really felt like we were the only people in the world. It was another magical moment for me where I really felt at peace. It is overwhelming sometimes how utterly beautiful this world can be.