Chris was annoyed with me this morning because I had filled the toilet up in just one day with my vomit and crap, so he made me empty it this time. He watched as I struggled to carry the heavy plastic waste container from the van over to the dump station. It was bloody heavy, I was dreading the part where I had to empty the contents into the gutter but it actually wasn't that bad, if anything my s*** smelled nice! The little blue chemical toilet sachets made everything bright blue and smell like fruit salad sweets! I still gave my hands a good clean afterwards though. 

A couple of ducks came waddling outside the van, Chris couldn't resist feeding them so we gave them a couple of slices of bread before setting off on the road. 

On the way to Dunedin we drove though a town called Oamaru. We had heard there were some strange rock boulders on the beach there so we drove around but we didn't see any signs for them, so we decided to get back on the highway and carry on. Further along the way we noticed a sign saying view point, colony of yellow eyed penguins. We drove up the hill to find them but we couldn't see any, then someone came along and told us the penguins would be sleeping now and only really come out late in the evening and night. Well that was no good for us as we had to keep on going. Before we left I quickly grabbed a carrot out of our fridge, I noticed a fluffy horse on our way up the hill and wanted to feed it. The horse was very shy, it really wanted the carrot but wouldn't take it from our hand so we left it on the floor for him. 

We carried on driving along highway one and found the boulders! They were never in Oamaru, they were in a town called Moeraki! We followed the signs until we found the entrance to the beach, there was a cafe and a souviner shop, and two huge deers behind a fence. We went over to see them but they weren't interested in coming over to us, in fact they didn't even look at us so we walked back over to the beach. The boulders were hard to miss, they were huge and scattered all the way along the beach. We walked down to have a closer look at them, they were perfectly round and some had fine lines on them which looked a bit like veins. Many of them had cracked open and were hollow inside so I climbed into one of the very big boulders. I took some photos and annoyed Chris before we left the beach, he's not always willing to be my guinea pig when I get a new photo idea, I don't understand why because he always agrees it looks good afterwards, he gave into me eventually and I got a trick shot photo of him about to eat a boulder. 

No matter how hard we thought we just couldn't figure out how the boulders were formed and how they ended up on the beach but we knew we would find out when we went into the cafe after. There were some really impressive photos of the boulders up on the wall which made my photos look mediocre, a sign read 'do not take photographs' but we didn't listen. Underneath them were two different explanations for the mystery boulders. One was scientific and explained concretion and the other was a story that the Ngai Tahu people believed in. We read both views and figured the scientific explanation made more sense than the belief that the boulders used to be food baskets and other stuff that had fallen from a giant boat out at sea thousands of years ago. 

Afterwards we went into the souvineer shop where we bought some food pellets for the deers outside. They must have heard the brown bags we were holding from right across the car park because they came running over to the fence all excited, they knew we had food for them! We fed and stroked them on the head while they licked up the pellets from our hands with their long slimy tongues, it felt pretty gross actually and we couldn't wait to wash their thick saliva off so we went back into the cafe. I used the toilet after a lady, what is wrong with some people? She had pissed all over the seat! 

Back on the road again towards Dunedin, we finally arrived in town around 5pm. Chris wanted to find a road which was apparently the steepest street in the world but after five minutes he couldn't be bothered to look anymore, it could have been any of them, all the streets felt steep and made the van feel like it was going to tip over. It was close to 6pm and getting really dark when we found a holiday park. The price was ridiculously high so we looked for another. It was taking ages so we got back on the high way and headed towards a town called Invercargill instead, where we would look for somewhere there to stay. After about fourty minutes we arrived in a town before it called Milton and Chris really didn't want to drive anymore today so we stopped at the first caravan park we came to. No one was there to book in with so Chris knocked on a caravan door with a  caretaker sign above it. The man that answered the door wasn't actually the caretaker, he was just someone who stayed there and he didn't know the price. The guy told Chris the park owner lived on the other side of town but we weren't about to go find him so we drove around to find a quiet street to stay on instead. We eventually stopped on a back street by a factory, it wasn't in front of anyone's house so we thought we would be ok to settle there for the night. Chris put the tv on but it wouldn't tune in so we had some dinner and put on Walk the line again, Chris actually stayed awake to see it all this time. Although he didn't really like it.