after the morning's strenuous venture onto the mountainside known as Invincible Mine, we had a restful afternoon looking at the clouds drifting by the windows, glancing off the mountains opposite.
we thought we'd take another short venture into Glenorchy and see what was happening.
It seemed like everyone had cleared the streets as we walked down onto the wharf. Taking pictures, it was as though it was a place waiting to happen, but I was about to learn different.
A beer might make a difference, so we strolled into the Glenorchy Hotel... not what you'd think.. apparently the place was rockin last night, and the quiet state of the place reflected the good time had by all.
So the barman served up a Mac Black and white wine for Caroline, and watched the other staff putting up lights on the oversized real pine christmas tree in the corner.
Another local couple came in.... they were in for the sunday roast beef and yorkshire pudding. They chatted with us and was informed about some of the history of Glenorchy as the kiwi chatting was a farmer and lived and worked in Glenorchy all his life. His grandfather had mined locally for gold. He said that the township had been a thriving busy port when the steamer would transport everything to Glenorchy before the road was laid. There remains a large shed by the wharf where everything was distrubuted from as a testimony of days past. Everything including supplies and tourists, thousands of them came in here. So it seemed like Glenorchy had had its high moments and the drift of tourists who were looking for Lord of the Rings filming location further up the River Dart, was just about keeping the place alive.
The couple were called to eat their meal and I finished off my second pint.
We fly back to Auckland for a couple of days tomorrow.
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