Wednesday 4 April 2012
Day 369: Gisborne
I drove through a nearly drowned Gisborne over a fat brown river and reached the YHA. Whatever it may lack in luxury it makes up for in architecture. It is the largest house I have been in for a long time - lego block motels don't count. In the dark and the rain it gave the impression of being a sort of cream coloured Victorian Gothic pile, only made of wood. Outside it smells of wet leaves, which for some reason, makes me think of London. Inside, it is full of people hanging out in the living room, watching television and wondering when it will stop raining (I suppose that should also make me think of London). I have a room of my own which is just as well as I have a backlog of work to do. I am just curling up with my snacks and my computer. I certainly want no part of the rest of Gisborne in this weather.
PS: I did eventually go and see Gisborne the next day when it stopped raining and discovered that it is one of NZ's fancier towns.