We stopped in Westport because it looked like a happening town on the map and in the Lonely Planet, adn L was sick of driving. Turns out this place was completely dead. Nothing to do at all. Which actually made it a perfect venue to watch the second Lions test match.
We walked to one of the 2 pubs in town and actually got front row, couch seats to watch the game on a big screen. By the start of the game the place was filled - and we were the only Lions supporters in the whole place! (Lucky we weren't in England for a football match, we would've been beaten up!) We were so enjoying the game at first, jugs of beer flowing, rubbing it in that the Lions were winning, comfortable seats. But then the game turned and the All Blacks came back.
Then the Sky TV went down right at halftime! D'oh! So we had to abandon the couch and go to the other, overcrowded pub to finish watching the game which ended in another loss to the Lions. Oh well.
We decided we couldn't leave just then and ended up making friends with some of the locals who felt sorry for us. Which pretty much led to us stumbling out of the bar after 1am.
We met a lovely couple who owned a hostile in town. The wife, Becky, invited us to their house the next morning for coffee. She gave us directions, which we were sure we would never remember, but thanked her all the same and said we'd see her in the morning.
Next morning, a bit worse for wear, L and I tried to recall the directions. I remembered cross the bridge, windy road, ugly green thing and a name that started with an M. L remembered turn left after the bridge and its the only house there. Somehow we managed to find it! They had a gorgeous home on an estuary, we met 2 of the 3 kids (who had a babysitter the night before), and we enjoyed a coffee with them recounting the night's shenanigans as if we had been friends for years. New Zealanders are so friendly!!! Anyway, didn't want to overstay the welcome, so we hit the road soon afterwards.