Thursday, the sun was setting, rain was moving in and we were lost. We pulled over in a small harbor town of about 100 people, walked into the pub and ordered a pitcher of Red Lion beer. Soon the barista had found us a place to stay for the night, with Rick, a 70-year-old bachelor who lived atop a mountain overlooking the ocean and surrounding forests. He gave us two spare bedrooms, hot showers, Internet access and protection from the worst rain storm I've seen in New Zealand thus far.
We cooked dinner, he fed us a case of beer and bottle of wine, and we learned about his former wives.
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