On a gorgeous flat day we reluctantly left the Abel Tasman Park and headed into the small city of Nelson, one of the oldest towns in New Zealand and named after Horatio Nelson. A call to the marina on the way in and we secured a berth on the brand new dock.
Tied up safely with plenty of room around us we decided to pull our bikes out of the lazerette and get mobile fast. We didn't know it but Nelson has cycle paths all over town given us two wheelers protection from the four wheelers. We blasted into the dock area and checked out the marine shops – more commercial fishing than for yachties – and then into the town. It's an easy grid system of roads with English names like Trafalgar, Hastings and lining these streets are original wooden buildings from the turn of the 20th century and some gems of Art Deco. For me there were quality clothes shops – many local designers and vintage stores, small shops for browsing nice things that have no place on a boat, art galleries, plenty of boutique breweries and coffee shops. All in all a pretty town.
We cycled in in the evening to have a meal at the Indian café. The banquet for two option was a feast and we rolled onto our bikes to pedal home in the last rays of the sunset.
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